Saved by a Dark Billionaire

Not God, Darling, Lucas

Olive's P.O.V.

I glared down at the large man before me, who was gasping for air. My dad was a professional MMA fighter in his youth and he taught me everything he knew when I turned 13. He told me I needed to be able to defend myself from any guy, no matter their size. Clearly he was right. This wasn't the first time someone at a club tried to manhandle me and got put in their place. It was the first time I'd done it out on the dance floor, though.

I watched as security pushed their way through the crowd, trying to make it to me. Shi.t I'll lose my scholarship if I get charges pressed against me. I tried to think of a good solution, but the alcohol was fogging my decision making skills. I was starting to panic when a familiar tattooed hand grabbed mine, pulling me through the crowd.

"I'll bring her home safe!" Lucas called back to Hailey, as he navigated us through the crowd and out the side exit. "Come on, we need to get you out of here."

He tossed me a motorcycle helmet as he straddled his bike. I stood there shocked for a moment before I heard the security guards yelling after us. I placed the helmet on, jumping on the bike behind him. My dress rode up more than I would have liked, practically flashing everyone my lacy black underwear.

Lucas sped us away, causing me to wrap my arms around his waist tightly so that I wouldn't fall off. I could feel the vibrations of the bike through the thin layer of my underwear, making me sensitive to the feel of him against me. The wind was cold and harsh as we raced through the streets. We pulled up to the familiar tall building of his apartment. He parked his bike in the side parking garage.

I jumped off the moment he kicked the stand out, pulling my dress down quickly, before taking the helmet off. I ran my hand over my hair, trying to tame the flyaways, grateful I had straightened it...or really Hailey did. I handed him the helmet as he got off, standing to his full height. My horny as/s got hornier as I watched him take his helmet off and shake his hair loose.

Damn if he doesn't get me wet by just looking at him.

"Thought you were getting me home safe?" I finally spoke. He laughed at my comment, a look of amusement in his eyes and an arrogant smirk splayed across his face.

"I did. I got you home safe. My home." He winked as he walked by me, leading the way inside.

I stood there stunned for a moment before I turned to follow him. I wanted to demand that he take me home right now, but there was something about the idea of going back up to his apartment and having him fu.ck me into tomorrow, that really called to me. I followed him towards the elevator that led to his apartment.

"So, when exactly were you planning on taking me home?" I asked him as the elevator doors closed behind us.

"Whenever you want me to." He leaned forward, making me take a step back, hitting it against the elevator wall.

He was mere centimeters away, keeping his eyes locked with mine. We stayed in that moment of tension until the elevator doors dinged, opening back up. He turned quickly, walking down the long hallway. The last time I came we had been making out on the way in, so I hadn't paid much attention to my surroundings. I was definitely a lot more sober than last time. I realize the clean, well lit and beautifully decorated halls gave off an expensive feel. This place has got to cost a pretty penny to rent. I wonder how much.

Lucas unlocked his door, stepping inside without sparing a glance at me down the hall. He left the door open, inviting me inside in a way. I thought it over, feeling maybe I should turn around and just call an Uber to get out of here again. This is a bad idea, I know it. I can't get caught up in another guy.

"You coming?" Lucas poked his head out, with a raised brow. "Or are you too scared?"

I'm not scared.

I walked into his apartment confidently even though I was feeling anything but. He closed the front door behind me, locking the deadbolt. There's no backing out now.

"Want a drink?" He offered as he walked towards his kitchen.

The place was larger than I remembered. The kitchen had all new appliances that looked like they'd hardly been touched. The white walls made the room feel brighter and bigger. The whole place had a modern feel, but it also felt empty. It was like the place was staged to sell and not necessarily lived in.

"Just some water, please. Thank you."

He handed me the drink, drinking some water himself. He watched me through the rim of his glass, making me feel self conscious as I drank.

"Where'd you learn to fight like that?" He asked, taking our empty cups and setting them in the sink.

"My dad taught me."

"No kidding?" He sounded surprised.

"He was a professional MMA fighter in his twenties. He started teaching me when I was 13."

"That's impressive. Think you could take me down?" He stepped closer, causing my heart to race with excitement.

"Probably. Guys always tend to be overly confident in their skills." I smiled playfully.

"What if I told you that I fight for a living?" He closed the distance between us. Lowering his voice seductively.

"I'd call bullshi.t. Your hands haven't punched anything recently. Your knuckles aren't bruised or bleeding." I observed, making him let out a laugh.

"I quite like you, my little Rose." He ran his thumb over my lip as he held my chin up. "I plan on fu.cking you until the sun rises unless you tell me otherwise."

My breath hitched, as my stomach swirled with butterflies. I felt a warmth pooling between my legs at his promise. I knew he meant it…and could keep it. I bit my lip, staring into those eyes. I knew he was waiting for me to say something, but all words seemed to have escaped me. What is the English language again?

"If you keep biting your lip like that I won't be able to contain myself." I could feel the warmth of his breath fan over my lips, making me hungry to feel them against me.

I bit my lip again as my way of giving him permission. He gave me a sexy smirk before he crashed his lips against mine. His hands gripped at my hips, lifting me up and placing me on the kitchen island. I parted my legs allowing his torso between them as he grabbed my ass, parting my lips with his tongue.

I let him explore my mouth with a soft moan. His hands left my ass, traveling up my thighs, pushing my dress up along the way. He ran his finger over my dampening slit, through my underwear.

"You're so wet for me already." He smirked against my lip before biting it lightly. I moaned again at the pleasure his touches and words were bringing me. "I want to know what you taste like, Rose."

He gently pushed me until I was laying back on the counter. He pulled my ass to the edge of the island as he slid my underwear off me. I could feel the cool air hitting my exposed core. His tongue ran up my slit, causing me to moan loudly. He gripped my thighs, bringing my center closer to his face. He began to expertly devour me.

"Fu.ck Lucas.." I moaned, grabbing a fistful of his hair as he brought me close to the edge.

I swayed my hips against his face. He slid his finger inside me as his mouth sucked at my cl*t. I thought I would explode from the inside at the sheer pleasure he was bringing me. A few more swipes from his finger with a couple more sucks had me falling over the edge.

"Shi.t, I'm c*ming!" I yelled as my center tightened against his finger inside me. The waves of my pleasure coursed through my body as Lucas licked me clean. I knew he wasn't done with me and frankly neither was I.

He pulled me off the island, picking me up by the ass, and carrying me to his couch. It seems we'll be fu.cking all over this apartment. I watched him take his white shirt off showing me those beautiful tattoos and chiseled abs again. He leaned over me, kissing me, making me taste myself.

He pulled the straps of my dress off my arms, sliding it down my body so that it was now scrunched together over my stomach. I hadn't had a bra on so Lucas was able to suck at the harden bud of my n*pple instantly. I arched my back in pleasure, pushing my breast further into his mouth.

"God." I moaned.

"Not God, darling. Lucas." He licked my neck.

I rolled my eyes at his statement, making him let out a singular laugh. He stood up, taking his pants and boxers off, leaving them on the floor without a care. He smirked at me as he lined his well endowed shaft with my entrance. He gave one quick thrust inside, hitting deep inside me. I yelled in surprise at the quickness.

He began to thrust into me quickly, causing our skin to slap loudly against each other. The sound filled the room along with my moans of pleasures and his grunts. I found myself getting close quickly as he played with my cl*t with his thumb while he thrusted in me.

"Don't stop, Lucas!" I moaned as I reached my peaked, cumming over his d*ck this time.

He turned me around on the couch, inserting himself back inside me from behind.

I'm going to be sore tomorrow.