Chapter 328: Punishing Holly

David’s POV

My gaze dropped to Ava’s belly, round, heavy. Twins, maybe. The thought hit me hard. For a brief second, panic flickered…how the hell were they managing all this? And then Caden is joining the mix?

Then I noticed the staff, the quiet efficiency, the structure.

They weren’t alone.

None of us were.

Laughter broke out…awkward at first, then real.

I tried to speak at one point and winced when my lip protested. Holly snorted, and just like that, something inside me settled.

Dinner blurred as we all somehow chatted about several things.

For the first time in years, I felt…normal.

It felt good knowing that the tension with Ava and Orion had been resolved. I could finally breathe without missing a beat.

By the time it ended, Ava stood with a soft groan, Orion immediately at her side.

“Thank you, Mason…David… Thank you for helping bring Caden down here. I’m glad all this has been sorted out,” Ava said, a soft smile gracing her face.

“Guest room,” Orion said to me at the doorway, his tone leaving no room for argument as he held his wife. “You sleep there. I don’t want you in Holly’s room tonight or any night at all while you guys are here. Understood?”

I nodded. “Understood.”

I meant it when I said it.

I really did.

But the second they were gone…

Holly grabbed my hand like she had been dying to.

“Holly…wait…” I tried, keeping my voice low as she dragged me toward the stairs leading to the guest room.

She didn’t stop.

I barely got the door closed behind us before I tried again. “I can’t have Orion as an enemy again. I’d rather not do anything funny tonight—”

Her dress hit the floor before I could blink and my words died in my throat.

She stood there…completely naked. No barriers. No hesitation. Just her.

Perfect. Bare. Waiting.

My control snapped immediately.

“So you want to say no to me?” she asked.

I dragged a hand through my hair, a curse ripping out of me. “Fuck. We shouldn’t…”

“Really? We shouldn’t? Would you rather watch me touch myself?” She said, as she dragged one hand through her stomach and then cupping her breast with the other hand.

I lost it then.

I was on her in the next second.

My hand fisted in her hair, the other gripping her ass as I slammed her back against the wall. My mouth crashed into hers…hard, desperate, claiming.

She moaned, wrapping herself around me like she belonged there.

Because she did.

I carried her to the bed, dropping her onto it before ripping my shirt off. My chest heaved as I grabbed the silk scarf from the nightstand.

I tied it around her mouth…firm but not harsh.

“Quiet,” I growled. “Or the whole house hears how loud you scream for me.”

Her eyes burned into mine…wild, hungry.

Just the way I like it.

I stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at Holly sprawled beneath me, wrists already pinned above her head in one of my hands while the silk scarf stayed knotted between her lips.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, nipples tight and begging for attention. The sight of her like this…so ready, so mine…made my cock throb painfully against my pants.

But I wasn’t giving it to her. Not yet.

I leaned down slowly, brushing my lips against the shell of her ear.

“You’ve been a bad girl tonight, Holly,” I murmured, voice low and rough. “Teasing me under the table like that… sliding your bare foot up my thigh, brushing against my cock while we were all trying to have a civil fucking dinner. Did you think I would let you go? That I wouldn’t want to punish you for it?”

Her muffled protest came through the scarf, eyes flashing with a mix of defiance and desperate need. She tried to arch up into me, but I pressed my weight down just enough to keep her still.

I released her wrists but immediately caught them again, pinning them firmly above her head with one hand. “Keep them there,” I ordered. “Or I’ll tie them to the headboard and make this even worse for you.”

She whimpered, the sound vibrating against the silk.

I started slow. Cruelly slow.

My mouth found the soft skin just below her ear, kissing, then sucking gently as I trailed down the column of her neck.

I nipped at her pulse point, feeling her heartbeat race under my tongue. Lower still, I kissed across her collarbone, then moved to her breasts.

I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my fingers rolled and pinched the other, tugging just enough to make her squirm and moan behind the gag.

“Such pretty tits,” I growled against her skin. “And they’re all mine for life.”

Holly’s hips bucked up, seeking friction, but I shifted my body so my thigh pressed between her legs, giving her just a hint of pressure against her pussy without letting her grind properly. Every time she tried to move, I pulled back.

I released her breast with a wet pop and kissed my way down her body, taking my time. Soft, open-mouthed kisses across her stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel, then lower. I settled between her spread thighs, pushing them wider with my shoulders.

She was glistening already, swollen and aching. I could see how badly she needed me.

I kissed the inside of her left thigh, then the right, deliberately avoiding where she wanted me most. My lips brushed feather-light over her mound, then I pressed a soft kiss directly on her clit.

Holly jerked hard, a desperate sound tearing from her throat.

I pulled back and looked up at her, smirking. “Look at you…already so wet for me. But you don’t get my cock yet, baby. Not after the way you tortured me at dinner while Ava and Orion were right there. You think that was fair?”

I flicked my tongue lightly over her clit, just once, and she cried out behind the scarf, trying to push her hips closer.

I held her down with a firm hand on her lower belly. “No. It’s my turn to return the favor.”

I worked her slowly, torturously. Long, slow licks up her slit, circling her clit with the flat of my tongue before sucking it gently into my mouth.

Every time her breathing hitched and her thighs started to tremble, I pulled back, kissing her inner thighs again, nibbling the sensitive skin until she was whining and straining against my grip.

She tried to free her hands, reaching down to grab at me, desperate to pull me closer and guide my cock inside her.

I caught her wrists again, pinning them firmly above her head once more. “Hands stay up here,” I warned, voice dark. “You don’t get to rush this. You’re going to ache for me until you’re begging so pretty I might consider fucking you.”

I nudged the thick head of my cock against her slick entrance, letting her feel the heat and pressure. Just the tip, barely parting her folds.

Holly arched sharply, a muffled plea spilling out as she tried to impale herself on me.

I pulled back immediately, denying her.

“Not yet,” I taunted, pressing a kiss right above her clit. “You’re going to feel every second of this. You teased me for hours. Now you get to suffer for me.”

I returned to her breasts, sucking one deep into my mouth while my fingers toyed with the other, pinching and rolling the nipple until she was writhing.

Then back down between her legs…tongue fucking into her slowly, then focusing on her clit again with firm, rhythmic strokes that had her shaking.

Every time she got close, every time her body tensed and her cries grew frantic behind the gag, I eased off. Kissed her stomach. Sucked marks into her thighs. Nudged her entrance again with my cock, letting her feel how hard and ready I was, only to pull away the second she tried to take me.

Tears of frustration glistened in her eyes as she tugged against my hold on her wrists.

“Please…” The word came out garbled around the silk, but the desperation was clear. “David… please… I need you inside me… I’m sorry… I’ll be good…”

I leaned over her, brushing my lips against her gagged mouth, my cock resting heavy and hot against her pussy but refusing to push in.

“You’re not sorry yet,” I whispered, grinding just enough to tease her clit with the underside of my shaft.

I slid back down her body and sealed my mouth over her clit again, sucking gently while two fingers pressed inside her, curling just right…but never enough, never fast enough to let her come.

She was shaking, hips jerking, muffled pleas turning into broken sobs of need.

Without warning, I spread her trembling thighs wider, lined myself up, and drove into her in one hard thrust.

She arched instantly, her body taking me like it had been waiting all her life.

Maybe it had.

I didn’t go slow.

I couldn’t.

Every thrust was deep, punishing, desperate. Like I needed to prove something…to her, to myself.

To the world.

She clung to me, her legs tight around my waist, muffled sounds spilling past the scarf as tears slid from the corners of her eyes.

Pleasure. Overwhelming. Consuming.

I leaned down, my mouth brushing her ear.

“You feel that?” I rasped. “That’s me owning what’s mine.”

But even as I said it, I knew the truth.

She owned me.

Every movement, every breath, every thought…I’d been losing this fight from the moment she walked into my life.

I remembered it all.

The rain. The defiance in her eyes. The way she refused to be ignored.

The way she forced herself into my world until there was no version of it without her.

I’d been a fool to think I could outrun her.

I didn’t even want to anymore.

Because this…

This chaos, this fire, this obsession… It was the only thing that felt real.

I drove into her harder, chasing the edge as it crashed over both of us.

My body tensed, control shattering completely as I groaned her name against her gagged mouth.

And when it hit… It hit hard.

Violent. Consuming. Absolute.

For a moment, nothing else existed.

No past.

No enemies.

No consequences.

Just her.

And me.

And the ruin we made of each other.