Chapter 27

Owen After ending the call, I let out a heavy sigh. I know my friend won’t take this lightly, and Osborne, being as stubborn as he is, won't make things easier. Honestly, I don’t even think he cares for Bella anymore. Though, I can’t deny there was a time when he did. Back then, I thought it would be best if the two of them married, especially since Bella clearly liked him too. But everything shifted so suddenly he pulled away, avoided her, and I’ve been left wondering what exactly happened. Leaning back into my chair, I pressed my fingers against my eyes as the dull throb of a headache set in. Olivia’s disappearance didn’t help matters either. She ran off somewhere, and no matter how much I tried to reach her through the mind link, she completely shut me out. So instead, I grabbed my phone and tried calling my son. We need to discuss Bella now before things spiral out of control. But when I tried, the call went straight to voicemail. He wasn’t answering. Not that I can blame him, he’s with his mate. As for Aina… truthfully, she isn’t a bad choice at all. She’s easygoing, and I admire that my son is finally fighting for something he wants. Still, the thought weighs heavily on me. I don’t want to sacrifice my friendship with Hamilton. Bella is a good match too, if only Osborne weren’t so stubborn and hardheaded. Aina We had been at it for hours, and I was already on the edge of breaking. Osborne drove into me from behind, relentless, each thrust tearing a scream from my throat. The pleasure was unbearable in the best way, something I had never known, something I never imagined could feel this intoxicating. If I had realized lovemaking could be this good, I would never have wasted so much time before indulging in it. Sweat dripped from his brow onto my back as his cock slammed against my pussy, his rhythm unyielding, his strength consuming me. All I could do was moan, yet a desperate part of me longed to touch him, to cling to him, to ground myself against the storm he unleashed inside me. “Osborne, I—I need to pee,” I gasped, trembling from the force of him. But he didn’t slow, didn’t stop. “Seriously, if you don’t—” I tried to say, but his hand silenced me, covering my mouth as he growled against my ear, “Then let it go.” His voice was a command wrapped in heat, his thrusts never faltering. I wanted to protest, to tell him no, but when I opened my mouth his finger slid inside, brushing against my tongue, stealing even the will to argue and replacing it with pleasure. And then I lost control. I peed myself. My body gave in, shaking as waves of release consumed me. I didn’t know if it was still pleasure or something beyond it, but it was unlike anything I had ever felt before—raw, reckless, and devastatingly good. I panted heavily, my body felt hot, too hot. Just when I thought he was done and allowed myself a moment of relief, Osborne began moving again, and my eyes flew wide. “Osborne, I can’t take it anymore,” I pleaded breathlessly. But instead of stopping, he bit down on my ear, his voice rough against my skin. “Let me release myself, Aina. I promise it’ll be quick.” Before I could even reply, his thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock grew bigger within me and I felt myself stretched. Heat surged through me, pleasure overwhelming me once more. I had just climaxed, and now this—my body felt as though it was made to take him. My hips trembled under the force of his rhythm, my butt shaking as he pounded into me, his skin slapping against mine, and as if in perfect sync, we both unraveled together, he let out a heavy grunt. I shook as I felt his release spill deep inside me, it was hot and consuming, a gasp tearing from my throat as I surrendered to the bliss. I lay sprawled across the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly, struggling to catch my breath as Osborne took his cock out and crashed next to me, breathing as though he had just run a long race—which, in a way, he had. The lovemaking had been nothing like our first time. Back then, he had been careful, almost gentle, as if pitying me for my inexperience. But now… now there was no restraint. He had pushed me beyond what I thought I could endure, claiming every part of me without hesitation. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling as his breaths slowly steadied. Then, unexpectedly, he turned his head toward me. His gaze locked onto mine, and I suddenly became painfully aware of how disheveled I must look—flushed skin, messy hair, lips swollen from his kisses. Heat spread across my face as embarrassment washed over me, and I instinctively tried to avert my eyes. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. Without warning, his strong arm wrapped around me, pulling me against him. He leaned close, his lips brushing my ear as he murmured, “I’m sorry if I was too rough.” His voice was soft, almost guilty. I only managed a small nod in response, still too overwhelmed to form words. His scent surrounded me, intensely masculine, mixed with the lingering musk of our lovemaking. The fragrance was intoxicating, heavy in the air, clinging to the sheets. Anyone who stepped into this room would know instantly what we had done. “I think I’m hungry again,” I murmured, and he gave a small nod. “Me too,” he replied easily. I frowned at him. “Obviously, you didn’t eat earlier—you just sat there watching me the whole time.” He chuckled, eyes glinting with mischief. “Watching you eat was enough to fill me.” he says teasingly. I scoffed, rolling my eyes. “Then when I start eating again, I hope you don’t touch a single bite. Just sit there and watch me until you’re full again.” I returned it. That earned me another laugh, deeper this time. Before I could say anything else, he slid out of bed and swept me up effortlessly in his arms. I gasped in shock. How was he carrying me so easily, as if I wasn't chubby? My heart flustered. I couldn’t even remember the last time anyone had lifted me like this—maybe when I was a child, though the memory was hazy. Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist as he carried me toward the bathroom. He moved with such certainty, like I belonged there, cradled against him. And then, without warning, he brought his lips to mine for a kiss. It wasn’t gentle, his tongue pressed urgently against mine, stealing my breath. Heat coursed through me until I felt it—something firm nudging insistently against me. My eyes widened, and I broke the kiss abruptly. “No… not again!” I blurted, half-scolding, half-breathless and he laughed.