Chapter 32 Under his control

Olivia stomped her feet so hard that she didn't know if taking her anger out on the poor floor was a good idea. However, she couldn't handle it, the fire in her was inextinguishable.

“How dare he do that…who…who does he think of me?”Olivia muttered angrily as she took her clothes out of the closet and threw them on the floor, “damn it Olivia what are you doing?” she cursed, seeing no point in what she was doing. She had already taken a cold shower to cool down. Wore a white satin white gown. However, she still couldn't get the evil man's lips off her, her thoughts were invaded by Pedro.

“He'll have to listen to me… I will never let him use me…all men are nothing but pigs!” she angrily threw back the clothes in the closet without even folding them. “Ahh… Olivia, what sort of life is this?”Olivia said dramatically, her hand reaching for her hair, slowly sinking. She sat on the floor. Her head was buried in her palms. It was late at night.

Glancing at the watch, it was maybe 2 or 3 in the morning, her head was spinning. She didn't have any alcoholic beverages, so why was she feeling this way?

After Pedro ruined her plans. Nothing felt right, he kissed her. She made it clear never to let herself get involved with any man.

Pedro shouldn't have done that. With the rest of the mansion in silence. Olivia was troubled. “Gotta get some water,” she said, getting up from the cold floor and proceeding out of her room.

It was surprising that the others didn't stay in the same house. She thought Zane, Ira, Gabby, and the others stayed here. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case. This was like a building for their operation.

“That's something you can't change… I'm trying not to do this” on her way to the kitchen, she came to an abrupt halt when she heard Pedro speaking in a hushed tone. Felt anger at such a man. Olivia frowned and was about to walk away when.

“Just keep that damned lecture to your damned self…when she was killed did you do anything or punish the fucking killers!” the man growled out loudly, followed by a noisy smash of a glass bottle. Flinching a little, Olivia swallowed hard. The drawing room where Pedro liked spending some time was open.

There was only dim light, the creepy kind.

“Don't call me if you're going to tell me to spare them,”again she heard Pedro. This time his voice was low and calm. Olivia was taken back. Her feet are rooted to the floor. The need to go in was there. Realizing the man was awake. She decided to make her statement clear.

“We need to talk,” barging inside. Olivia said coldly and Pedro, who had been sitting with his back facing the war, glanced over his shoulder.

“Leave,” the man said, the tone he used was unfamiliar. Olivia's eyes narrowed suspiciously. He had never talked to her in such a way. Above all, he made a mistake earlier.

“I came to make it clear…it's best you don't go around kissing me, okay… I didn't.”

“Olivia please”Pedro muttered, surprising Olivia. Staring at the man who didn't even bother to look at him. Olivia was worried. Pedro had never called her name. It never happened.

“Stop shoving this off because I want to make things clear!”Olivia ignored his strange behavior and said coldly. She didn't care what was wrong with him. He had to listen. She wasn't interested in whatever he wanted to do.

“Drink this,”Pedro suddenly flung up his chair and in one stride reached where she was standing. A glass cup was shoved in her hand. His cold hand circled hers. Caught off guard, Olivia lowered her gaze to the cup. There was clear liquid in it.

“I don't drink,” she said, returning the cup to him when Pedro lifted the cup to her mouth

“Pedro no!”Olivia protested when he grabbed her by the neck and forced her to drink.

“Drink” his voice was Stern, nothing but a full monster. A trembling Olivia shook her head. Looking up, she didn't think this was Pedro. “I won't…” she parted her lips to say, when Pedro took advantage and poured the entire liquid down her throat. Olivia pushed him away as she spat out whatever he made her drink. Coughing violently as she forced herself to gag, every bit of the liquid.

“How dare you, huh!?” she yelled in between coughs, her eyes sharp and held anger. Pedro didn't say anything but grabbed her by the waist, unexpectedly pulling her to him.

“Sometimes you just have to let go” he murmured, reaching for the sides of her face, Olivia was beginning to feel light-headed, whatever he gave her seemed to be numbing her senses. The liquid he gave her was tasteless. There was no taste of it, nor were her senses numbed that she couldn't think.

“You won't understand a thing, little princess,” Pedro muttered and brushed his face against hers. Olivia parted her lips to speak, unfortunately, she couldn't. The man used his thumb and rubbed on her lips. Blinking a little, his thumb got stuck between her lips. His gaze lowered to her lips. Olivia didn't know why she was losing contact with reality. She wanted to run away. However, she couldn't go. His fingers brushed a few strands of hair off her face. His head lowered until his lips connected with her forehead.

“Just mine”Olivia heard the man's distinct voice. Like an echo ringing in her ear. Her body was weak, her knees barely did much to hold her if not for Pedro's strong arms gripping her back. Pedro smirked when the woman collapsed in his arms.

“It's just water damn it!” he cursed, feeling amused, the woman said, his touch did nothing to her. Here he forced her to drink water.

She would accuse him of spiking her drink, when all he did was play with her mind. She was vulnerable to his touch, just a few words and touch and she was tamed.