Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 182

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Chapter 182: On His Lap

Olivia’s POV

My breath caught in my throat as I tried to get off his lap, but Alpha Damien held me down firmly. I struggled, but it was no use. He was too strong.

"Let me go!" I murmured, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. I didn’t like how hot my body was getting. It was confusing. Wrong.

I had never been in a position like this. Bent over a man’s lap. Especially not a man like Damien.

"You’re staying right here," he said in a deep, calm voice. "You acted silly. Now you’ll count."

"Count?" I asked, confused.

Then I felt it. He lifted the back of my robe. My heart jumped as cool air hit my thighs. My gown was up, and I knew he could see everything. I was wearing a thin black gestrin, and it didn’t cover much.

"Damien!" I gasped, trying to move.

"If you struggle again, I’ll make it twenty," he said. "Ten if you behave."

I froze, swallowing hard. My face burned with shame... but also something else. My body felt warm, even needy, and I hated it.

"This is embarrassing," I muttered.

He leaned down, his voice low and close to my ear. "Don’t be shy now," Damien murmured, his voice like a slow ripple of thunder. "We’ve already done more than this, haven’t we?"

My body tensed as the memory replayed in my head.

I hid my face in my arms, trying to stay still.

Then came the first smack—sharp and loud. I jumped.

"One..." I said quietly.

His hand rested on my waist again. "Louder, Olivia," Damien repeated, his palm resting heavy and warm on my lower back.

My heart pounded so loud I could barely hear myself think. Everything felt too much—his touch, his voice, the heat spreading across my skin. My cheeks were already on fire, but now that fire was sinking lower, curling deep in my stomach.

"Two," I whispered louder this time, trying to stay still, even as my body betrayed me.

His hand came down again. Another sharp sting. I flinched, a soft gasp slipping from my lips.

"Three..."

The ache wasn’t just from the spanking anymore. Something else had awakened inside me—something I didn’t understand. I was wet. Soaked. The thin fabric between my legs stuck to me, and I could only hope he didn’t notice. But a part of me knew he already had.

Damien said nothing, but I felt his hand slide just a little lower, his thumb brushing the top of my thigh. My breath hitched again.

"Four."

My voice shook. My hips twitched before I could stop myself. I was losing control. Everything in me screamed that this was wrong, but I couldn’t pull away. I didn’t want to.

"Five."

I felt him shift beneath me, and then I froze—not from fear, but something far more alarming. His cock was hard. I could feel it clearly now beneath me, pressing against my stomach. And for a second, I forgot who he was—forgot that he was Alpha Damien.