Christopher's POV
I pulled the car up to Emilia's independent house, my grip tightening on the steering wheel as I stared at Olivia. Damn, she looked positively edible in that dress, the emerald fabric clinging to every luscious curve. My mind raced with all the things I wanted to do to her - ripping that dress right off her body, tasting every inch of her silky skin, hearing her scream my name as I pounded into her relentlessly.
Fuck, I wanted her. Needed her. Right here, right now. Screw the party, screw Emilia - the only thing I could think about was getting Olivia back to my mansion and having my wicked way with her. I'd bend her over the nearest surface, spank that delectable ass until it was glowing red, then fuck her senseless until she was a trembling, whimpering mess.