Claimed by The Rogue Alpha
Claimed By The Rogue Alpha Chapter 71

Olivia==

At first I'd thought I was dreaming reason why I vigorously rubbed my eyes. But reopening them, I was met with the same scene: Matteo whipping himself mercilessly.

I didn't think much before racing out of my room. I hurried down the stairs, the drowsiness suddenly vanished. Reaching the living room, I charged for the front door. I was about opening it when a voice startled me. "Miss, you should be in bed."

"Your boss...he's hurting himself!" I said, but my words hung in the air. The butler simply took his eyes outside and returned then to me. "He's whipping himself.".

Yet again, he didn't move an inch, which only made me question my credibility. Had I actually seen Matteo or was that perhaps, hallucination? No... No, I was sure I saw him. It was clear.

"You should be in your bed, Miss." What the f**k? This was unbelievable.

"Listen, okay. I know I had..." I belched. Ordinarily, I'd have recoiled in embarrassment. My body had been invaded by department of sympathetic nervous system. Very lame analogy, but I didn't f*****g care. "Your boss. Your b-o-s-s. Mr. Matteo is out there lashing himself to stupor!"

Frustrated with his unresponsiveness, I pulled the door open and rushed outside. I could clearly hear the sound of the whip as it landed on Matteo's bare back. I had been right!

On sighting him, I stopped dead on my tracks. I couldn't tell if he noticed me, given that I'd made a lot of noises while rushing towards him. But then, he wouldn't turn to me, instead, he continued striking his back

"Stop!" I rushed to him, coming to stand in front of him. His hand hung in the air. "What the hell are you doing?"

All over his body were streaks of blood. The damn bastard was inflicting serious injuries to himself! The damn bastard. I returned my gaze to his face. A deep frown sat on my face. "Are you crazy? What has gotten into you."

He wouldn't speak. Thanks to the lighting outside, I could read his expression. His brows were pulled in together. His eyes, a bit dreary.

My gaze travelled back to the whip in his right hand. I bit back my fear and went to snatch the whip from him. He refused ti let go. I frowned at him.

"Let go of the whip," I blurted out. That hadn't been what I had in mind to say. Before I could cringe at that, his deep voice entered my ears.

"And why....sh...why the f**k should I do that?" His words came out in a slur. And then it hit me. The stench of alcohol.

Before I knew it, I felt this gentle movement around my jaw. Matteo's fingers doing the work.

I shivered from the sensation, which left me wondering. I mean, I had gotten hold of my senses. This was Stockholm and I shouldn't be harbouring such feelings.

Further impaling me, Matteo touched my lips. His eyes fixed in it. The frown on his face, gone. He let go of the whip and used his other hand to cup my cheek, leaning close to me. Alarm bells chimed in my head and I looked the other way. Consequently, his lips landed in my cheek. It lingered there fir some time and then, his hand got hold of my thigh. My heart skipped. I was in a compromised position.

"Oh, you smell so f*****g good." He groaned. As he said this, he rubbed my thighs, making my dress to pull up. And all this while, I had my hands on his shoulder, trying my possible best to keep him off me. "I might just snack om you now. Right here. Right now." Oh no, you won't. With all my might, I tried to push him off but hewas a dead weight. The more I tried pushing him off, the more clumsy he became and the further my dress went up. I was no longer comfortable, as his head was buried in my neck, planting that region with kisses. I shut my eyes, lips parted as I arousal was beginning to set in. His soft lips got to me so much so I moaned.

I shut my eyes open immediately. No. No, Olivia, no. But the dude just wouldn't come off me. I had to speak.

"Ma..." my voice was swallowed by the trail of his kiss that had reached my chest. His hands, getting dangerously close to the hem of my panties. "Matteo, stop."

He wouldn't listen. My self control took a huge nosedive; I was getting wet. So wet now. I didn't want this. For goodness sake, this wasn't right.

"Stop," I said in a hushed tone. Following it was another moan from me. My eyes were still shut as he raised the kisses to my neck. His fingers slipped into my panties, and I knew that the line had been crossed. Despite myself, I yelled. "Stop!" I fought again to push him off. "Stop, Matteo!"

And just then, it stopped. The kisses, the caressing. I opened my eyes, wondering if he had a frown in his face. He didn't, or maybe he did. I couldn't tell, because his face remained buried in my neck.

"I..." I swallowed. "This isn't right."

As soon as I said this, Matteo pulled from me. I watched him, trying to spot a hint of annoyance in him. I didn't know if his shut eyes was a giveaway. I stared at the whip lying bare in the ground. There were blood smears around it. "I disgust you."

I shot my gaze back at Matteo. What?

"I f*****g do." He took a step back and turned away from me. I didn't know why but my heart squeezed on hearing that. I swallowed. Not comfortable in this tight situation I had found myself in.

"She said, 'Admit your feelings to her.' And now that I did, where has it landed me?" he said this and turned to me.

What was he talking about? But then I didn't think I should be surprised. Matteo was clearly drunk. He began roaming around in unsteady steps, his hands demonstrating as he spoke. "Of course, I was a fool. A big....a big a*s...a wide f*****g a*s fool." And then, I found my voice. "Matteo...you've had too much to drink. I-"

"What are you? My mommie?" He pouted his lips. "Well, even my Mamma is disgusted with me. I'm sure of that."

I stood. What the f**k is going on with Matteo? What?

He dropped on the ground. His eyes still glazing over. "Fuccccck. I'm gonna crash." He speed his arms wide and fell, lying supine. A chuckle escaped his lips. "Solid crash."

I rushed to him and knelt beside. "No, get up." I tried pulling his hand, but again, he was heavy. As I kept pulling, I lost my balance and fell on him. I gasped. He grunted.

Catching myself, I said, "Shit. I'm sorry." And as I made to pull away, Matteo's arm encircled me, keeping me restrained. It was challenge alone, his hard muscled chest glued to me. But his face? That was a knee weakener. I had this perfect close-up view of his face.

His eyes were shut. His lashes kept me staring. They were so f*****g dark, exactly like his hair. Thick, long and full. All in one! Why did he have to be this handsome? Why?

Then, all of a sudden, Matteo's eyes popped open. It took me aback, but soon I found myself staring at his gorgeous eyes, noting how almond they were. My throat went dry and I swallowed.

"Olivia." The way he said my name made me tremble. It was low and gentle. He took his eyes to my hair, and swallowed. I couldn't unsee that. He repositioned his gaze at me and parted his lips which were the right shade of pink.

"I think I've fallen for you."

I stopped. My eyes mirroring my shock. I wasn't sure I'd heard that right. "What?"

He shut his eyes and sighed. Reopening them, he said. "I'm sorry, I..." He sighed again. "..." He cursed, directing his gaze at anywhere but my face.

A force came upon me, and I did the unthinkable. I pushed closer to him and claimed his lips.