Chapter 98 Stain her hands

Olivia waited for his reply, this was important to her. At least if she had to fight for Pedro, then she had to have a valid reason for doing so. There was too much at stake, and being sure where she stood in Pedro's life was crucial to her.

His grip on her face tightened. There was so much doubt and uncertainty in his eyes, his gaze softened as she tried to search for anything that would guarantee her he was hers and no one else.

“I see… at the end of the day… you don't know what you want,” Olivia said, shrugging his hands away and preparing to leave when he grabbed her hand, stopping her from going anywhere. Pedro pulled her back and hugged her from behind. She would rather not stay with him. It was best she left his house and went somewhere else alone. He was indecisive. He didn't know what he wanted.

“Whatever it is, I'm willing to do… But being tied to me… is dangerous,” Pedro muttered, burying his face in the crook of her neck, his hot breath brushing against her skin as a cold shiver rushed through her. Olivia went still in his embrace.

“Why,” she choked out the words.

“You know why, I can't afford to hurt you, you mean a lot to me,” he whispered, knowing full well that getting married to him was risky, he lived a dangerous life.

“What difference does it make now… and I know you'll already protect me, or are you planning to keep me as your toy, huh” Olivia murmured as she turned around to face him. For a second, Pedro wanted to laugh, but her serious expression made him drop the idea. She was innocent and fragile. The biggest mistake he made was involving her in his mess, and now there was no turning back.

“Sweetheart,” he mumbled and reached for her face. Olivia held his hand and wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his bare chest. She could hear his heart beating rapidly.

“I don't care okay, I want to be with you no matter what,” she wasn't certain yet what she felt for Pedro. But he had become part of her. His aggressiveness was something she wasn't concerned about.

“Yes,” Pedro muttered as if he was talking to himself. Olivia heard him loud and clearly, she didn't utter a word but snuggled more to him. For the first time, he was hugging her. It felt right. She craved him, his warmth, soon she'd get his love.

“I have to go now… I'm supposed to see Sydney,” Olivia said after a while and moved away from him. Pedro held her back and glanced around the room, which got her attention. For a second, she forgot where she was. This was the devil's sanctuary. Pedro shifted his gaze back to her.

“There are rules… you can either deny everything or give consent,” he whispered, cupping her face again, Olivia felt a cold chill down her spine. He meant there was more to this than what he had done to her. How did all this exist? She didn't know what to say. Never, in her life, did she ever imagine reaching such a level of knowing such things?

“I… I can try,” she stuttered, not sure what to say. But she wanted to please him. Maybe if she understood what he was all about, she'd be able to cure him.

“No way… it's fucked up… kinky and not your cup of tea,” Pedro chuckled, letting go of her and walking toward the wall where the handcuffs were kept. There was a cable tie too. Some tape and ropes.

“Whatever you want to do to me… I'm here, master,” Pedro heard her say when he took the ropes and put them back, surprised by her words. He slowly glanced over his shoulder and found her sitting in a submissive position with her hands resting on her laps with palms facing up. Such a position made him see red.

“Get up now,” he said, more like a roar. He knew how badly he wanted her to be on her knees. Bend her over and fuck her from behind. His dick throbbed as he rushed to her. Her head was lowered.

“Woman, don't provoke me,” Pedro muttered through gritted teeth and pulled her up by the arm.

“I'm not afraid of you,” she said boldly.

“Start planning the wedding and forget this crazy stuff,” he said and shoved her away. Olivia watched as the half-naked man walked out of the room, leaving her shocked. She thought she heard wrong. Did he just agree to marry her?

With excitement, she rushed towards the door but stopped when she heard voices.

“Are you serious?” It was Corina's angry voice she heard. Olivia stopped in her tracks. She guessed as much, Corina was eavesdropping on her conversation with Pedro.

“Marriage … .are you insane, or you are trying to provoke me!” She yelled so loud that Olivia tilted her head away from the deafening sound.

“What? Isn't it proof enough that I want her, not you?” It was Pedro who said. Olivia could tell he was being sarcastic, judging by the tone of his voice.

“You can't do this… I did so much for you. I'll never let you marry another woman,” Corina sounded crazy, Olivia knew any better than to interfere, but she loved what she was hearing.

“She's my woman…get the fuck out of my life,” Pedro said and prepared to walk away when Corina held him back, her sharp eyes were piercing that Pedro averted his eyes from her.

“Do you know what I did… I fucking killed my sister for you… I went against my family to get you out of that hellhole,” Corina was in tears as she gripped his hand tightly, not letting him go, Pedro ignored her completely.

“You little family caused it in the first place… if they were here… I would have ripped their hearts out… including yours, "Pedro made a low growl as he grabbed her by the chin, tightening his grip on her as tears dripped from Corina's eyes. The Devil before her was cruel. “I'm only keeping you alive because… you did me a solid by staining your little hands with blood, be a good little obedient girl” he added with a devilish smirk and pushed her away. Corina stumbled backwards as she massaged her face from the pain. Tears lingered in her eyes as she watched Pedro walk out of his bedroom.

Just as he left, Olivia emerged from the secret room and Corina grew even more bitter. Wiping her face, she straightened her back and pushed her hair off her shoulders.

“Don't be so full of yourself… At the end of the day, you are just his little pawn my dear… marry him at your own risk,” Corina said cheekily and turned to leave when she stopped and glanced back “do you know his real identity… poor you,” she added mockingly and walked away swaying her hips. Olivia didn't bother with Corina's words. She was just trying to poison her mind.