Page 13 of Dark Possession
She flinches, not from fear—but shame, maybe. Confusion. The aftermath of craving something that should repulse her.
I lean down, pressing a kiss to her collarbone, where my teeth left a mark. One of many. “You didn’t say no.”
She swallows. “You didn’t ask.”
“Didn’t need to.”
She doesn’t argue. She can’t.
Because her body still pulses beneath me, soft and warm, clinging. Her breath still catches when I drag my palm over her hip.
“You think you’re different than the others,” I murmur. “Like you’re not made for this world. But you are.”
She opens her eyes, glaring. “You don’t know anything about me.”
I smirk. “I know your cunt begged for me. I know your silence was just another lie. I know you got wetter every time I reminded you who owns you now.”
She gasps, but I don’t stop.
I reach down and grab her thigh, hiking it over my hip again, thrusting once—slow and deep, just enough to make her gasp.
Her nails dig into my arms. Her eyes flutter shut.
“Still so greedy,” I growl, lips brushing hers.
I want to fuck her again, but I also need her to see that I am in control, not her. I slide out of her wet pussy and start getting dressed. I don’t have to turn around to know when she slides off the bed and begins to frantically dress in the silky slip puddled on the floor.
I slowly retie my tie, keeping my back to her, allowing her some small semblance of dignity that I had taken away from her.
Guilt is a funny thing, one I don’t experience much, and I don’t like how it shows up now. I push it down and turn around, defying the guilty feeling.
She won’t look at me, and I’m ready to demand she does when my phone rings, shattering the moment. I exhale sharply, irritated at the interruption as I step back, fishing it from my pocket. “What?”
It’s one of my men. Sergei will be at a charity event tonight.
My gaze flickers to Alina as I listen to the details—location, time. She tilts her head slightly, her eyes locked on me, studying me. The movement is subtle, but I catch it. She understands English. I file that away—a useful detail.
“Perfect. I’ll be there. And you had someone pick up my car from the auction?” I ask, my tone casual, but I watch her as I speak. I had opted for leaving the auction with Alina in the limo provided by the auction house—a perk that comes with every purchase.
“Great,” I say, ending the call.
Alina doesn’t react, not outwardly. But I see it—the slightest shift in her posture, the way her shoulders tense, the way her fingers twitch before she stills them again. She understood every word.
“You understand English,” I murmur, watching for her reaction.
She says nothing. Doesn’t confirm or deny. Just holds my gaze, waiting.
My mind starts working through the possibilities. Sergei was interested in her at the auction. If he still wants her, then showing up with her on my arm will send a clear message. More than that—it will force his hand. And if I want to use her, I need to test just how well she plays the game.
I smile without humor, the decision already made.
“We’re going to a party.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Alina
STUPID, STUPID GIRL.
