Olivia stood in front of Victor's door, her hand hovering over the knob. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to steady herself. This was it. There was no turning back now.
She knocked softly, the sound echoing in the quiet hallway. A moment later, the door swung open, revealing Victor dressed in a crisp suit, a glass of whiskey in his hand.
"Olivia," he said smoothly, his eyes raking over her body appreciatively. "Right on time."
He stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter. Olivia walked past him into the penthouse, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. The space was opulent and spacious, with floortoceiling windows offering a stunning view of the city skyline.
Victor closed the door behind them and approached her slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.
"You look lovely," Victor murmured, stopping in front of her. He reached out, trailing a finger along her jawline. Olivia fought the urge to flinch away from his touch.
"Thank you," she said softly, keeping her gaze fixed on a point just over his shoulder.
Victor's hand slid down to her neck, his thumb brushing against her pulse point. "Nervous?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
Olivia swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "A little," she admitted.
Victor smiled, a slow and predatory curve of his lips. "Don't be," he said softly. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."
His hand slid down to the strap of her dress, his fingers tracing the delicate material. Olivia's breath hitched as he slowly pulled it down her shoulder, exposing more of her skin.
"You know," Victor murmured, his lips brushing against her ear. "I've been thinking about this moment for weeks. About having you all to myself."
He pressed a kiss to her neck, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. Olivia's eyes fluttered closed, a shudder running through her body. She knew she should push him away, but she was frozen in place, trapped by his touch and the weight of her own guilt.
Victor's hands roamed over her body possessively, squeezing and caressing. "You're so beautiful," he breathed. "Even more stunning than I imagined."
He spun her around suddenly, pressing her back against the wall. Olivia gasped, her hands coming up to brace herself against his chest. Victor's eyes darkened with desire as he looked down at her, his body caging her in.
"I want you," he said roughly, his voice thick with need. "I want to hear you scream my name as I fuck you senseless."
Olivia's heart raced, a mix of fear and unwanted arousal coursing through her veins. She knew she should say no, should push him away and run... but the words stuck in her throat.
Victor leaned in, his lips hovering just above hers. "Say yes," he murmured. "Give yourself to me, Olivia. Let me make you mine."
His hand slid up her thigh, pushing her dress higher and higher until his fingers brushed against the lace of her panties.
Olivia's breath caught in her throat as Victor's fingers teased her through the damp fabric. She knew she should stop him, should push him away and run... but her body betrayed her, arching into his touch.
"Yes," she whispered, the word escaping before she could stop it. "Please..."
Victor growled low in his throat, his fingers slipping beneath the lace to stroke her bare flesh. Olivia's head fell back against the wall, a soft moan escaping her lips as he circled her clit.
"That's it," he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. "Let me hear you."
He captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging inside to claim her. Olivia kissed him back desperately, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she lost herself in the moment.
Victor's fingers slid inside her, pumping slowly as his thumb continued to circle her clit. Olivia's hips moved instinctively, grinding against his hand as the pleasure built inside her.
He broke the kiss, trailing his lips down her neck and chest. With a quick tug, he tore her dress open, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Olivia gasped as he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently.
"Victor," she breathed, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Oh God..."
He added a third finger, stretching her deliciously. Olivia's inner walls clenched around him, drawing him deeper. She was so close... so fucking close...
"That's it," Victor murmured against her skin. "Come for me, Olivia. Let me feel you fall apart on my fingers."
Olivia's body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her in waves of intense pleasure. She cried out, her nails digging into Victor's shoulders as she rode out the sensations. He continued to stroke her through it, drawing out her climax until she was a trembling, boneless mess in his arms.
As she came down from her high, Victor withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth to suck clean. Olivia watched him through heavylidded eyes, a fresh wave of desire washing over her.
"That was..." she began, her voice hoarse.
"Just the beginning," Victor finished with a smirk. He lifted her into his arms, carrying her towards the bedroom.
He laid her down on the bed gently, his eyes dark with desire as he loomed over her. Olivia's heart raced as she looked up at him, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through her veins.
Victor began to unbutton his shirt slowly, revealing his toned chest inch by inch. Olivia's gaze followed his movements hungrily, her core clenching with anticipation.
"Are you ready for me?" he asked softly, his voice low and seductive.
Olivia nodded, unable to speak. She was terrified of what this meant for her relationship with Ethan... but in that moment, all she could focus on was the heat building between her legs and the way Victor's touch set her skin ablaze.
Victor crawled onto the bed, settling himself between her legs. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her collarbone as his hands roamed over her body possessively.
But as his fingers brushed against the apex of her thighs, Olivia suddenly stiffened. She grabbed his wrist, stopping him before he could go any further.
"Wait," she said breathlessly, her voice trembling slightly. "I... I can't do this."
Victor froze, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at her. "What do you mean?" he asked slowly, a hint of danger in his tone.
Olivia swallowed hard, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "I mean, I can't sleep with you," she said firmly. "Not tonight...
Victor's expression darkened, his jaw clenching as he processed her words. "You're joking," he said, his voice low and menacing.
Olivia shook her head, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'm not," she insisted. "I... I need more time."
Victor stared at her for a long moment, his eyes searching hers for any sign of deception. Finally, he sighed heavily and rolled off of her, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to her.
"You're playing a dangerous game, Olivia," he said softly. "Do you have any idea what I could do to you? To Ethan?"
Olivia sat up slowly, pulling the remnants of her dress around herself like a shield. "I know," she whispered. "But I can't just... throw myself at you like this. It's not right."
Victor turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. "Fine," he said finally. "You have until tomorrow night to change your mind."