Greg is satisfied, for now

Greg leaned back, his breathing heavy, his eyes fixed on Olivia's tear-stained face, her clothes in disarray, her body trembling with fear and humiliation. He could see the defiance in her eyes, the burning anger that fueled her resistance. But he could also see something else—something raw and primal. A need that mirrored his own.

He reached down, his hand cupping her chin and lifting her face to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed against her lips, smearing a mixture of saliva and cum across her cheek. "You did good," he murmured, his voice low and rough.

Olivia's eyes widened, a flicker of hope flashing across her features. She hesitated, her breath catching in her throat, before her words tumbled out in a **** rush. "Please, Greg. Just leave us alone. We can't... I can't do this. We've done so much for you. We've been nothing but kind."

He watched her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, he smiled—a slow, predatory grin that sent shivers down her spine. "Here's the deal, sweet thing," he said, his grip on her chin tightening ever so slightly. "You convince your precious Noah to let me stay, and I'll leave you alone for now, maybe use your throat once in a while. But if he tries to kick me out..." He shrugged, his eyes darkening. "Then I won't be held accountable for my actions. And trust me, sweetheart, you wouldn't want to see me angry."

His words hung in the air, heavy with threat. Olivia felt a cold dread creeping through her veins, her mind racing with the implications of his ultimatum.

Yet, despite her apprehension, she couldn't deny the way her body is reacting to him. A warmth spread through her core, a shameful desire stirring within her, a desire that she desperately tried to suppress. As Greg towered over her, exuding a raw, animalistic energy, she couldn't help but feel a strange pull toward him, an attraction she couldn't quite understand. But she knew that this was a dangerous game, one that could end in disaster if she wasn't careful.

Olivia nodded slowly, her gaze locking with Greg's. "Fine," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'll do it. Just... don't hurt us."

He grinned, releasing his grip on her chin. "That's a good girl." He pulled up his pants, his eyes never leaving hers. "I knew you'd make the right choice."

As Greg turned to leave the room, Olivia remained on the floor, her body trembling, her emotions in turmoil. She couldn't shake the feeling that she had just made a deal with the devil, and that her life was about to change forever.