Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 344: Worried

Olivia’s POV

Every movement of his body tore me further apart, each thrust carving a command into my skin, into my very bones. I couldn’t hold back the cries tumbling from my lips, couldn’t hide the way my body yielded, clinging to him as though I’d shatter into pieces if he stopped. "Louder," he growled into my ear, his hand twisting in my hair until my scalp burned. "Let me hear how much you need me."

A sob burst from me, broken and raw. "I need you, master—I need you—don’t stop, please, don’t ever stop." He moaned low, rough, the sound vibrating through me as he drove into me harder, deeper, forcing every part of me to bow beneath him. My nails scraped helplessly at the desk, searching for something to ground me, but there was nothing—only him, only his strength binding me in place, his control pressing down on every breath I took.

The sharp sting of another slap cracked against me, sharp enough to blur the line between pain and pleasure. I gasped, the sound strangled, but my body clenched tighter, betraying me, begging for more. He fucked me so hard the pleasure ripped through me like nothing I had ever known. Every thrust was deeper, rougher, more consuming until my body couldn’t take it anymore. I had had sex before—but this... this was a whole different level. My soul screamed, my wolf howled, and my body broke apart under him.

When he slammed into me again, he struck something deep inside—my G-spot—and I cried out, the sound raw and strangled as blinding ecstasy exploded through me. My vision blurred, my knees gave out, and I was sobbing as he pounded into me, every stroke tearing me apart and putting me back together. "Louis!" I screamed, my voice broken, pleasure overwhelming. Tears streamed down my cheeks, every nerve inside me begging, burning, clinging to him.

froze, his hips pressed tight against me, his breath jagged in my ear. I gasped when he withdrew his cock out of me, my body collapsing against the desk, still

blinked up at him. His brown eyes weren’t the same; they had darkened, and he wasn’t himself. He was out of control, but

me quickly, almost frantically, as if he couldn’t stand the sight of me bound. "I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice rough, broken, mumbling the words over and over. "I’m

I stared at him. But before I could speak, Louis scooped me into his arms. My body was limp against his chest, still trembling, still ruined from what he had given me. He carried me across the room, setting me gently onto the bed as though I might

body still shaking with the aftershocks of him. He froze, his eyes burning into mine. The shadows in his gaze made my chest tighten. He looked torn apart, haunted. "I’m sorry," he said

"You’re perfect, Louis. You didn’t hurt me—you... you gave me more than I could take." My lips

he couldn’t believe me. "Olivia..." His voice cracked. I pulled him to the bed, made him sit, and climbed onto him, my soaked pussy settling directly over his semi-hard

his hand and guided it between my thighs, lifting myself just enough so his fingers brushed against my slick pussy. "See?" I whispered, trembling but steady in my conviction. "I’m still wet. If you had hurt me, if I had been in pain, my body wouldn’t be like

needed proof of what my body was already screaming. I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his as I murmured, "I’m angry, you know... you spoiled my fun." My smile curved through the dampness on my cheeks. "And now, you have to