My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 167

Chapter 167: 167/The Forbidden Rules

Chapter 167

Olivia’s Point of View

I opened the apartment door and walked in, with Steve following me with his steady, confident strides.

He closed the door behind him while I headed toward the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water, trying to soothe the turmoil that had settled within me since leaving the club.

He followed me and stood directly behind me; I felt the heat of his body nearing my back. He placed his hands on my waist and pulled me toward him with a sudden gentleness, whispering in my ear in a warm tone, "You look very exhausted tonight, Olivia... what’s on your mind?"

"Nothing, Steve," I said, trying to maintain my composure.

He turned me around to face him, staring into my eyes with his forest-green gaze, and said in a suspicious tone, "You’re not good at lying to me... your eyes say something else."

I exhaled in frustration, pushed his hand away, and said firmly, "Steve, please... I’m not in the mood for an interrogation right now."

He gave a cryptic, lopsided smile, then walked over to the sofa and sat back relaxedly. "Fine, I won’t press you... but remember that I’m here for you."

I sat in the chair opposite him, studying his sharp features. Steve was something without a label; our relationship had no name, and even I didn’t know how to define it.

My relationship with him was the only area where I felt some measure of control away from Robert’s world; he was the only one who reminded me that I was a desired woman.

"Why did you come tonight specifically?" I asked suddenly.

"Because I missed you," he said simply.

I let out a cynical laugh. "Really?"

He rose from his seat and came beside me, slowly running his thumb over my thigh with a touch that burned my skin until it reached the edge of my short dress. "Do you want me to prove it to you?"

"I’m not in the mood, Steve," I said, trying to resist the feel of his hand.

He suddenly forced my thighs apart with power and said in a confident voice, "I’ll fix your mood."

"I don’t think you can," I challenged.

Without any preamble, he slid his fingers inside my underwear and began to stroke my pussy with a skill that made me close my eyes. I felt the heat surge through my body all at once. "You know very well that I can, Liv," he said, watching my body’s reaction.

I sighed as I felt his touch taking control over me. "I told you not to call me that."

"How should I call you then?" he whispered, moving closer.

He pushed his fingers deep inside my pussy, and a moan escaped me against my will. My body jolted. "Call me... Olivia," I said in a fragmented voice.

"I’ll call you whatever you wish," he said in a submissive tone laced with desire.

But I suddenly felt a suffocating tightness; I wrenched his hand away from me with force and stood up, saying coldly, "Steve... leave."

He stood up quickly as well, grabbing my shoulders to face me, asking in confusion and worry, "What’s wrong? What happened?"

I looked away from him and said with dwindling patience, "I don’t like you coming to my house without telling me."

"Is that what’s bothering you?" he replied, tightening his grip on my shoulders gently. "I just missed you and came to see you."

I turned to him sharply. "Don’t miss me, Steve! What’s between us doesn’t warrant missing me."

He exhaled in frustration. "Are we going back to this subject every single time, Olivia?"

"Yes," I answered sternly, "because you misunderstand our relationship and act strangely."

"What am I doing?" he asked sharply, leaning into my face. "I know we’re just having sex; that’s what you told me... nothing more."

"Yes," I said, pointing my finger at him, "but you don’t seem like you’re just having sex with me, Steve."

"What do I seem like then?" he challenged.

"You seem like you’re giving this relationship a name," I said bitterly. "You want to be more than just someone who fucks me."

"And is that wrong?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with suppressed emotions.

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