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.

he withdrew his cock out of me, my body collapsing against the desk, still trembling, still aching for more. Confusion flooded me,

the same; they had darkened, and he wasn’t himself.

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

had given me. He carried me across the room, setting me gently onto the bed as though I might

his eyes burning into mine. The shadows in his gaze made my chest tighten. He looked torn apart, haunted. "I’m sorry," he said again, the words breaking. "I lose control... I don’t mean

a sob. "No." My fingers curled into his arm. "You’re perfect, Louis. You didn’t hurt me—you... you gave me more than I could take."

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 cock. I cupped his face, staring into his eyes, which had softened back

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 this." A shaky laugh escaped me, tangled with tears. "You didn’t hurt me, Louis—you ruined me in the most perfect

proof of what my body was already screaming. I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his as I murmured, "I’m angry,