Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 343

Chapter 343: Play 4

Olivia’s POV

The vibrator stopped. The sudden silence left my body twitching, straining for what he had so cruelly stolen away. My chest rose and fell in shallow, desperate gasps, the blindfold pressing against my eyes, heightening the darkness that matched my hunger.

"Please..." My voice cracked, thin and broken. "Please, master... I can’t take it."

A low growl rumbled from him, vibrating through the air and straight into my bones. "Can’t take it, or can’t live without it?" His fingers gripped my chin, forcing my trembling lips upward. "Which is it, Olivia?"

"I... I need you," I whispered, shame burning hot across my skin. "I need your cock. Please."

His hand gripped my chin, forcing my face upward again. His voice cut through the dark like steel.

"No."

The word hit harder than a slap. My lips parted, a broken sob escaping. I jerked against my restraints, desperate, ruined. "Please... please don’t say that. I need you. I need you inside me, master—please, I’ll do anything."

A cruel chuckle rumbled from him, vibrating straight through me. "Now you remember how to beg."

my voice raw, trembling. "Don’t leave me like this.

which was still bound, and held my hand as

stomach brushed something hard, and I flinched. A desk? A table? I couldn’t see, couldn’t know, but his hands were suddenly on my waist as he pressed

of fabric tearing filled the room, followed by the heavy thud of his belt dropping to the ground. My breath caught—every nerve alive, waiting. I heard the soft rasp of a zipper, the whisper of clothing shifting. My wolf whimpered inside me, clawing at the edges of my

close, so solid, my body bowed forward instinctively, aching to feel him. My legs quivered as he nudged them wider, his thumbs pressing into my thighs until I was

leaned down, his voice dark velvet. "I can smell

lips trembling. "Yes," I breathed. "Please,

chuckle left his lips. His body pressed closer, heat radiating against my trembling

my entrance—just enough to make me gasp, to make my whole body jerk forward like it was begging on its own. My walls clenched

But he pulled back.

begged, my voice cracked and hoarse. "Just fuck me, master, I

own wetness. My legs shook, my hips pushed back, but every time I tried to take him,

my ear, his tone rough, cutting,

"I’m begging—fill me, master. Please, I’ll be good, I’ll do anything—just

in, his palm came down hard against my ass. The sharp sting made me cry out, my body jerking against the desk. The sound echoed in the room, mixing with the ragged edge of my breath. My pussy clenched tighter, dripping, needy, begging for him in ways words never

The head pushed past my entrance, stretching me, burning, filling the emptiness I had been drowning in. My mouth fell open in a broken moan as my body opened

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