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With no clean clothes to change into and fearing to wake Connor by asking for help, I hurriedly gathered my discarded garments from the floor. My fingers trembled as I slipped them on, trying to make myself presentable enough to leave the suite without drawing attention.
Just as I was about to sneak away, a large warm hand clamped around my wrist. With a sudden tug, I lost my balance and tumbled back onto the bed with a startled gasp.
Above me, Connor’s languid, teasing voice sounded, his ice-blue eyes gleaming with possessive satisfaction.
“Sleep with me and then try to run away?”
(Olivia’s POV)
I gasped as Connor pulled me back onto the bed with one swift movement. Before I could protest, he flipped me over, pressing me beneath his powerful body. His lips descended on mine in a kiss that made my head spin.
Unlike last night’s desperate, drug-fueled frenzy, this kiss was gentle and lingering. His lips moved against mine with tender intoxication, making my heart flutter wildly in my chest.
I felt a certain change in his body pressed against mine, and immediately stiffened. Heat rushed to my face, turning it bright red.
“No… no more, I can’t take it…” I stammered, still sore from our night together.
Connor’s ice-blue eyes shimmered with amusement, the corners crinkling slightly. His voice was deliciously hoarse when he spoke.
“Alright, just a little kiss. I won’t torment you anymore.”
But his words proved false as his lips descended once again, capturing mine in another breathtaking kiss that left me clinging to his broad shoulders.
After what felt like an eternity of sweet torture, Connor finally released me. Without warning, he scooped me into his arms and carried me toward the bathroom.
As he lifted the quilt, his gaze caught on something that made him pause. Following his line of sight, I saw dark red bloodstains marring the pristine white bedsheet.
Cradled princess-style in his strong arms, I bit my lip shyly. The evidence of my virginity was there for him to see, impossible to hide.
“Um… I… I’m not dirty,” I whispered, feeling oddly vulnerable. “That was my first time.”
Connor’s expression softened immediately. He planted a devout kiss on my forehead, his lips warm against my skin.
“Even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t mind,” he murmured against my hair.
A newfound confidence surged through me. I raised an eyebrow, my amber eyes meeting his ice-blue ones directly.
“What about you? Was it your first time?”
His jaw tightened slightly, a possessive jealousy flashing across his handsome features.
“Of course,” he replied, his tone slightly clipped. “Unlike some people who have dated before, you are my first love.”
Embarrassment and sweetness mingled in my chest at his words. I couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at my lips.
“Well, you should’ve confessed earlier,” I muttered, looking away.
He chuckled, the sound low and intimate. “Blame me then.”
In the spacious bathroom, Connor lowered me gently into the warm water. To my surprise, he rolled up his sleeves and began washing my hair, his strong fingers massaging my scalp with unexpected tenderness.
I closed my eyes in bliss, relaxing into his touch. “Mmm, Alpha Rivers’ hands are pretty good,” I joked, enjoying the pampering.
His laughter rumbled deep in his chest. “Then I’ll serve you every day from now on.”
After thoroughly washing me, paying special attention to my sore muscles, Connor carried me out of the bath. He placed me carefully on the sofa and began drying my hair with a hairdryer, his movements patient and gentle.
I watched him through the mirror, a complex mix of emotions swirling in my amber eyes. “I didn’t expect our first time to be like this.”
As he carefully blew my hair strand by strand, Connor’s face darkened slightly. The reminder of last night’s events clearly troubled him.
“The man who drugged you has been caught,” he explained, his deep voice tight with controlled anger. “His name is Jeremy Walsh.”
I tensed at the mention, memories of the fake waiter flooding back.
“He was directed by Lloyd Simmons, that obese man waiting in the hotel room,”
Connor continued, his hands never pausing in their gentle ministrations. “They acted out of lust without knowing your identity as a member of the Winters pack.”
A shiver ran down my spine at how close I’d come to disaster.
“The authorities have already filed a case for attempted assault with drugging substances. Both men are now in detention.” His voice hardened with promise. “They will suffer the full retribution of the law.”
Connor set down the hairdryer, his ice-blue eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “I searched for you in the lounge but couldn’t find you. By chance, when I pressed the elevator button on the 18th floor to check the penthouse suite, I found you.”
His hands tightened slightly on my shoulders. “If I had been just a moment later…”
He didn’t finish the sentence, but he didn’t need to. We both knew what could have happened.
“Livvy, I will make them pay,” he vowed, his voice heavy with authority.
I fell silent, a toxic mixture of fear, anger, and helplessness welling inside me. Though
I tried to suppress it, the trauma of what had nearly happened still cast a shadow over me.
During this heavy silence, Connor’s phone buzzed repeatedly on the glass coffee table. He ignored it completely, his attention fully focused on me.
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“Can you help check my phone?” he asked suddenly, breaking the tense atmosphere.
“The password is your birthday.”
I picked up his phone, curious. When the screen lit up, I was startled to see my own portrait as his lock screen-a photo from my sophomore birthday photoshoot. I remembered posting it briefly on social media but setting it to disappear after three days.
He had saved it all along.
A shy, quiet joy filled me as I unlocked his phone. I noticed immediately that my chat was pinned at the top-his only pinned contact. My lips curved unconsciously at this small but significant detail.
“You have several messages,” I told him, reading the notifications aloud. “Margaret
Grey is asking why you haven’t answered her calls. She wants you to bring me to the pack dinner tomorrow night.”
Connor nodded, continuing to arrange my hair.
“Henry Morris has questions about some business matters. Ethan Quinn wants you to watch a race with him.” I scrolled further. “And Alexander Winters is discussing what to do with those criminals. He says he’s already called ahead to the detention center.”
Just as I was about to exit the messages, my gaze caught on a muted conversation- messages from Vanessa Reed. A complicated mix of jealousy and wariness drove me to tap on it.
I skimmed through a torrent of desperate pleas spanning half a month:
“Brother, are you still mad at me?” “I was just scared you’d be stolen by Sister Olivia, I swear I won’t do it again, please forgive me.” “Brother, I’m in pain, doctor said I might have sequelae.” “Brother, I miss you.” “Brother, will you come pick me up from the hospital tomorrow?” “Brother, it’s because of Sister Olivia you won’t see me, right? Please ask her to forgive me.”
Apart from a single reply-“It has nothing to do with her”-Connor had ignored all her
? emotional bombardment. He had even silenced her chat.
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