Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 37

=Olivia==

"Get the f*****g grip on yourself, girl!" I groaned. Frustrated with myself, I tossed the hairbrush on the bed. Why was I sad. Why? Why was I feeling like a loser? Matteo was a monster. Therefore, I shouldn't be crying my eyes out because he completely forgot about the kiss. The touch, the stuff we shared the other day. Instead, he sought for pleasure some other place.

Hiccups set in. "F**k me."

I didn't look like myself one bit. The eye bags, the frizzy hair, the dull colour of my skin. All pointed to lack of care. I was hear mourning about what never was. And something that never would be.

I sat back on the chair, staring blankly at the mirror. The images of yesterday flashed before my eyes. Matteo naked, mounted on the lady, grunting like some animal. Like the animal he was. He f****d her. He f*****g f****d her and made her moan just like I had done. I dashed for a bottle of shampoo on the vanity and tossed it away. My eyes, tearing up again. He f****d her. The bitch. Oh yes, she was a bitch because she didn't know her worth. For the fact that she let Matteo bundle her, with her eyes on a blindfold was a proof of her dimwittedness. And she submitted herself to him, letting him f**k her.

My heart squeezed. Memories of the past...of my ugly, bitter past came. I once had a boyfriend. Jerry. We had met during Leah's brother's graduation from college. Jerry had appealed to me because, of course, he was in college, majoring in Biology. He'd told me of his dreams, of how bad he wanted to be a family doctor and I fell hopelessly in love. There wasn't anything I didn't do for Jerry. I f*****g gave him my all. Yet, he went behind me to get a fiancé.

I coughed a laughter. Romance was a no. I guessed I was among the unfortunate people that'd never ever in their lifetime replace love. I guessed I was never gonna know how s*x felt like, because clearly I was what science called a demisexual. So, this was me dying a virgin.

I laughed again. Then I stopped abruptly. My eyes were fixed at the mirror as a thought came to me. I might not get to experience real s*x, but know what.... Who said I couldn't pleasure myself. Who said I could get that thrill, who said I couldn't moan as if I'd got a giant stick of d**k in me.

And so, with my eyes till fixed on the mirror, I slipped my fingers inside me. I moaned, my eyes gradually shutting close. I caressed the delicate spot. The g-spot. An ugly moan escaped my lips. "F**k."

And then, suddenly, I got a breath on my skin. Matteo's breath. It was unmistaken. The minty breath. "F**k me, Matteo."

His lips caressed my neck, and I yelped. I guarded his hands to my chest, pressing them hard on my boobs. "They're yours."

He went down on them and blessed them with kisses. I moaned as my gingers till remained in my g-spot. "F**k."

I felt his fingers linger on the buttons. "Do it, Matteo. Tear it open.".

But he wasn't doing anything. And so, I undid the zip myself. Then, proceeded to unhook my bra. I saw his eyes widen. And then, I inserted my finger deep into my spot. "F**k. F**k. Ah."

"Miss. Haynes."

I gasped. My eyes tore open immediately. I looked at myself. I was naked. Topless.

The knock came through again, and I hastily wore my blouse. Was I seriously f*****g myself?

"Miss. Haynes."

"Hold on," I said, as I out on my skirt.

I looked back/at the mirror and ensured I was probably dressed. Then, I began making it to the door. I pulled it open, and instantly a frown came on my face. What the f**k was he doing here?