Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 335: Annoying Him

Olivia’s POV

"You want to see what I’m capable of?" Frederick snarled, yanking the belt free from its loops with a hiss that split the air. His knuckles whitened around the leather. For the first time, my body truly registered the danger—he was twice my size, carved of muscle and burning humiliation. Yet I refused to let him taste fear. I stood my ground, chin lifted, eyes locked on his. Defiance radiated from me like fire, even as his fury thickened the air.

With shaking rage, he fumbled with the buckle, unzipping his trousers. In one vicious motion, he shoved them to his knees. My gaze dropped, deliberate. White briefs. His cock outlined against the thin fabric. He wasn’t hard—not yet—but the size was obvious. Thick, long... the kind of weapon men boasted about. The kind women were expected to worship.

But I didn’t flinch. I tilted my head, lips curling in a razor-edged smile. "So this is it?" My voice dripped venomous sweetness. "I was right. For all your swagger, for all your boasting, your cock is really... small."

His nostrils flared, jaw locking as fury scorched his features. I stepped closer, mocking him with every word. "Do you know what’s worse, Frederick?" I purred, my tone sliding from playful to cruel. "The triplets’ cocks are twice your size."

His chest heaved, fists clenching, but I didn’t stop. I leaned in, my face a breath from his. "I’m sorry, my Lord, but I don’t take small cock. Not yours. Not ever."

The silence that followed was venomous, his humiliation complete. His face twisted, the belt tightening in his hand like a blade poised to strike. But I only smiled wider, refusing to bow.

The belt clattered against the floor as his fury boiled over. In one brutal surge, Frederick seized my wrist and slammed me into the wall. My palms smacked the cold stone, the impact rattling through my bones, but I didn’t cry out. My wolf snarled inside, demanding I rip his throat out, but I restrained her, lips curving in a faint, taunting smile. Let’s see what you can do when pushed.

rage bleeding from him.

air kissed heated skin. Another savage tug and the neckline tore. The gown sagged in tatters, sliding from my

chest, but I raised my chin higher, calm. Nudity meant nothing to a werewolf. Skin was skin. Weakness

panties revealed. His breath hitched, a guttural sound tearing from his throat. A groan. Raw. Hungry.

felt his body tremble behind me, but I didn’t move, didn’t give him the satisfaction of fear. I stood still, palms braced on the wall, my head turning just enough to flash my smirk. "Is that all, my Lord?" I whispered, my voice pure mockery. "Tearing gowns and groaning like an

from the spank, the sound echoing in the chamber like a brand of his

A sharp, cruel laugh spilled from my lips. "I’ve felt fiercer swats

came hot, ragged, his voice breaking in a groan. "You shouldn’t push me, Olivia..." His hips

I know exactly

you," he rasped, his breath scorching my

groan tore out, guttural, almost pained, as his hips rolled against me, desperate for friction. His hands clutched my hips like anchors, but I arched slightly, letting

now hardened, straining against cotton as he rubbed harder, hungrier. It

cruel, my eyes glittering as I glanced back. "Oh? That’s what you call

him with every pulse. I stayed still, letting him grind, letting him humiliate himself. His breath came ragged, control slipping like sand through