Chapter 38


    Scarletts P.O.V


    Both you and Oliver are in the car. You decide to pull away from his mom''s house quickly before


    something else sets him off and he changes his mind about leaving and gets out of the car. After a few


    moments in silence as you process what''s just happened. Oliver clears his throat before speaking,


    though you can hear the emotion in his voice.


    "I-I couldn''t stop. I thought of every fucking time he put his hands on me and my mom, and I just lost


    control"


    ''I know. I know Oliver"


    You ce your hand on his thigh, squeezing gently as he cups his chin, scratching at it as he continues


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    as if he hasn''t heard you.


    "And when he fucking called you a whore... I swear to go I saw ck. I didn''t feel anything. Not even


    when he was hitting me. Not a fucking thing. All I wanted to do was hurt him. To make. Him feel the


    pain he''s made me feel. The pain my mom is feeling right now!"


    Your sympathy is unyielding. It consumes you swifter then anything has, and makes your heart race


    with anger. You pull off onto a side road, speeding and driving deeper into a brush of trees as you can


    get yourself to move, despite Oliver''s confusion.


    "Scarlett, where are we?"


    I just want to be the calm in the storm for him. What makes him forget. Or lessen his pain.


    You park the car, pulling the keys out of the ignition and unhooking your seatbelt, as you''re fuelled by


    passion into hisp.


    "Scarlett?"


    "I think I''m falling for you. It sounds crazy out loud, but I just want to ease your pain. Just the thought of


    you going through this is making me fucking crazy. I might be man idiot for admitting this, or being this


    vulnerable in front of you, but I am falling for you, Oliver."


    He regards you with an impassive expression, guarding himself from your scrutiny as you wait for his


    response. The anticipation eats you up inside, igniting your nerves.


    He softens his gaze and drags a hand through his hair as he moves you closer to him.


    "I realised something today. No matter how guarded I try to be, I cant keep myself away from you. And I


    haven''t wanted too. And I didn''t know why until today. I let myself fall for you"


    His omission makes you feel bliss as excitement fills you. You''re in hisp before you can think,


    capturing his mouth with yours, desperately trying to lose yourself in him. You cup his face in your


    hands, passionately entwining your tongue with his.


    God, I love him...


    "Oh, Oliver"


    You moan deeply when his hands go to your hips, flexing along the skirt of your dress before he begins


    pulling it up to bunch around your stomach.


    "Everything about you. Is fucking distracting"


    He groans when he realises you''re pantieless. He reaches a rough finger in between your thighs to


    glide along your glistening folds. You shiver at the warm contact of his fingers, pleasure causing your


    walls to clench in response.


    "Mmm, so eager you''re twitching for me. I have to have you right now, Scar"


    He reaches between you, undoing his pants to pull himself free from the denim prison, and as soon as


    he grips his thick member in his hand, you feel the pulsating heat of his erection.


    "I want you inside of me, Oliver. So fucking back"


    I''ll never get tired of this.


    You lower your hips too capture the head of his bulge inside of you, moaning when he hisses from the


    pressure of your wet centre around him.


    "You''re mine"


    "Yes!"


    He thrusts upward, burying the rest of his length inside off you skilfully, before he begins bouncing your


    hips repeatedly, gliding your velvety smooth walls up and down him. You moan an array of incoherent


    words as you feel him filling youpletely.


    "Too fucking good"


    "Fuck yes. Oh god. I love this"


    He flicks his thumb across the swollen bundled of nerves atop your slit, causing you to arch your back.


    "And you..."


    Your eyes spring open when those words leave his lips, and you tense above him.


    He loves me?


    Holy shit... did he just admit to loving me?


    His lips quirk upward slightly, before the pressure gets too much and he distracts you with a hard blow


    of his hips upward, driving his delicious shaft deeper into you until you''re crying out mercilessly in he


    car.


    Oh god. Should I say it back? What if I misheard him?


    "Oliver, you feel so good!"


    He groans, tossing his head back as you ce your hands on his chest and take control. You rock your


    hips, bouncing atop him as you feel the way he overpowers every sense of you. The tantalising way he


    smells fills your nostrils, making the hairs on your body stand on end excitedly. You lean forward,


    slipping your tongue between his lips to taste him addictingly, and you roam your hands over his


    chiselled bodymitting him to memory.


    "You''re so fucking perfect. Every part of you"


    He cups your chin, running his thumb along your bottom lip.


    "Perfect"


    God, why is he saying all of this? I''m fucking powerless to him. And his words. I want him so badly it


    scares me.


    You press your head into his neck as your orgasm stirs in your gut, and you clench tightly around him.


    "Fuck, I feel you getting close. You''re so tight. Awe, fuck"