Fated To Not Just One But Three novel 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."

"I’m begging," I cried, my voice raw, trembling. "Don’t leave me like this. I’ll be good. I’ll do whatever you want—just don’t leave me empty."

He didn’t say a word; rather, he released my cuffed wrist, which was still bound, and held my hand as he led me to another corner of the room.

My 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 me down, spreading me, forcing me open as I arched my back.

The sound 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 chest.

He stepped between my thighs, his presence so 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 bared, helpless, ready.

His breath ghosted over my ear as he leaned down, his voice dark velvet. "I can smell your arousal, dear mate."

I swallowed hard, my lips trembling. "Yes," I breathed. "Please, master. I’ll do anything—just don’t leave me empty."

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

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