Second Impressions 2: Second Choices
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M. C. Capocci
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Olivia Summer’s world tilts after one electrifying night with Darius Rothschild. As she fights to build her startup, she’s also battling the pull of desire, the sting of betrayal, and the weight of her past. With her heart and future on the line, Olivia must decide—will she break free and carve her own path, or remain tangled in the chaos of love?
Stay: Part I
Book 2: Second Choices
DARIUS
“You betrayed me,” I whispered, my fingers gently threading through her hair. I stared into her brown eyes, my hand tightening on her face. Anger surged through me.
“Why did you betray me?” I demanded, my grip on her neck firm, holding her in place.
I had to know. I needed the truth.
“It wasn’t about you,” she dared to reply.
It felt personal, though. After everything, after I had trusted her.
“What you did is unforgivable,” I told her, my face inching closer to hers.
She was crying. I was sure the tears were fake. She looked so innocent, but I knew better.
“I could have given you the world, Olivia. All you had to do was ask.”
I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. Seeing her like this made me soft, made me vulnerable.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to be cold. She didn’t deserve my kindness.
“Da-a-rius,” she stammered, fear in her voice.
My hands tightened around her neck, cutting off her words. I couldn’t handle my emotions right now.
“Don’t worry. I’ll show you how to cry in pleasure,” I said, releasing her.
She crumpled to the floor, landing on her knees.
The truth was—I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her, to break her.
I studied her small frame, deciding what to do next.
“Now. Bend over, hands on the bed,” I ordered, my patience wearing thin.
Her eyes darted from me to the bed. She was battling with herself.
“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave?” I asked, needing her consent.
I was a beast. I wanted her to say yes. The savage part of me roared.
Say yes, Olivia.
“Depends. Are you going to whip me?” she asked, confusion in her voice.
I wiped the tears from her cheek, taking a deep breath. The thought of doing that made me laugh.
“Why? Do you want me to punish you?” I asked, kneeling behind her.
Is that what you want, Olivia? Do you want me to unleash my anger on you? To make you pay for your betrayal until I’m satisfied?
“No,” she whispered, her voice empty when it used to be so full of life.
“But you know you deserve to be punished, right?” I asked, squeezing her ass.
She struggled to respond. A moan escaped her lips that made me hard. So hard.
Fuck, Olivia.
“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave, Olivia?” I asked again.
I needed clarity. I needed to know if she wanted this too. If she said yes, I was going to take it.
“Yes. I want you,” she said, turning her back to me, facing the bed.
Seeing her like this, so submissive, surprised me. She was ready for me to hurt her, and I was going to do just that.
I pressed her body to mine, guiding her forward and placing her hands on the bed.
“I want you to stay like this,” I murmured, turning her head to face me.
“Let me see your face one last time,” I said, wiping a tear from her flushed cheek. “So innocent.”
Unable to resist the desire I felt for her, I pulled her jeans down, biting her ass.
Olivia Summer was mine. Mine.
“Oh my God!” she moaned, arching her back as I continued to touch her.
Not gently, but possessively. Tonight, I was going to take what once lured me into her trap.
I had to destroy every bit of innocence Olivia had. It was the only way.
“I’m starting to think you like it when I treat you like a whore. Are you ready to become my little slut?” I asked, biting her other ass cheek.
“No,” she said firmly, resisting me.
I slid a finger inside her.
“Then why are you so wet?”
“Fuck,” she muttered, her eyes closing as I added a second finger, curling them inside her tight pussy.
She was driving me insane.
“You don’t deserve this pleasure,” I said, unzipping my pants.
“But I’m going to give it to you anyway.”
I was going to give it to her. I was more at her mercy than she would ever know.
She arched her back, giving me more access. She was a good girl, soon to be my slut.
Because that was all she was, a slut. A slut for money. I had to remember that.
She’s just a common slut, Darius. She doesn’t deserve your respect.
“Now let me fuck you right, like I promised,” I said, slapping my cock against my palm.
She turned at the sound, her cheeks flushed.
“Scared, little pet?” I teased, my dick hard in my hand as I watched her lips.
She swallowed nervously as I continued.
“You should be, because I don’t feel guilty anymore about what I’m going to do to you.”
I lied.
“Four rounds as my slut, Olivia. Let’s see how you handle one,” I said, rolling a condom onto my cock. I calculated my next move.
Destroy whatever’s left. Make the version of her that softened me disappear.
