Oliver's POV: He laughed softly at my exclamation and wiggled his eyebrows twice at me like a boy full of mischief up his sleeves. I rolled my eyes and looked out the window to distract myself from some lewd thoughts since it'd take more time until we reached his house. Unfortunately, Luca didn't allow me to meditate on my lust for control in peace. He, once again, leaned on me and hummed a melody by Beyonce's Crazy in Love, which totally didn't help with the situation at all. I felt like he found amusement in torturing me. My body stiffened as he ran his hand up and down my thigh. I gave him a warning eye, but he refused to stop. “Well, if you don't like it, you can tell me to stop," he shrugged, continuing his hand's work, now slipping to my inner thigh. For some stupid reason, I didn't do it. It was torturing yet pleasurable to have him do that to me. I didn't want him to stop. Thus, the entire car ride was silent except for his repeated humming of the same song whi
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