Alpha Stepfather Is My Mate!

09. I Want You, Please

Olivia's POV

I stood by the door, my eyes taking in my room while my mind ran at a thousand thoughts at once.

Somehow, I was angry at André indifference at the table. But why should I be? He was not mine.

Also, what was I meant to do here? Back at home, at least, I had hours of school and working the fields to keep me busy.

As I sat on my bed, the door opened and my eyes widened as André entered the room with a solemn expression.

"Are you okay, princess?" he asked while closing the gap between us.

Anger flared within me and I stood up, glaring at him.

"Oh, this is what you want right? To sneak behind my mom every time to talk to me and then pretend like I don't exist in front of everyone?" he could have asked me how I was at the table but he decides to sneak in here to ask?

Despicable.

André frowned slightly and stopped when there was barely any space between us. "Last night, you hated the idea of being with me. I didn't want to overwhelm you. However, I also couldn't leave without confirming that you were okay."

I felt his hands slowly move to my cheek.

"Do you want me now? If you do, I won't hesitate to make you mine."

My heart thumps in my chest and despite how much I want to stop myself, I can't help but ask, "how?"

"You seem to have forgotten so quickly, kitten? The last time, you moaned for me and came all over my fingers. Wouldn't it be nice if it happened again?"

I gulped and tried to say something, but my windpipe jammed shut.

"I want you to repeat what you said. What you said about us being mated to each other being a mistake."

I whimpered. My voice disappeared from my throat. I couldn't say anything. His hands sneaked to my back and grabbed my hair a little hard to make me look up at him.

"Say it."

"Say you don't want me and I would walk away and never try again."

I swallowed hard and stared at him. I was a little scared, but I loved the way he held me. Even though I knew it was wrong to feel that way, I couldn't help myself.

"Why so silent, kitten? Aren't you feisty anymore?"

His hand brushed gently against my nipple, and I gasped. I saw a smile creep up on his face.

"You like that, don't you? You want me so bad that your body can't lie about it."

I felt my mouth dry, and he pressed closer to me. I tried to push him away, but my hand felt weak and useless.

My thighs felt wetter and wetter. His scent was intoxicating. I tried my best to keep my head clear, but I was drowning in his smell and his voice. The command, the seductiveness of his every action, was irresistible.

They made my knees weak.

I watched him bite his lower lip and glance at mine. He brushed my lips with a thumb, bringing his face closer to mine, his lips mere millimetres away from brushing mine. I wanted it. I wanted him to kiss me.

"I can tell that you are dying to kiss me. But I won't give you the pleasure of satisfying that fantasy."

I felt myself whimper.

"Did my kitten say something? Does my kitten want me?"

"Ahhhhhhh..."

"Say it, kitten," he continued to urge on with a cocky smile on his face.