Page 11 of Dark Possession
She gasps, hips arching forward. Instinct.
I chuckle darkly. “You’re playing a dangerous game,krasavitsa.”
“I didn’t—” she starts, but I cut her off with a hand on her throat. Not squeezing. Just a presence. A reminder.
“You didn’t stop me.” My voice is rough now, ragged with the control I’m barely holding. “You could’ve. But you like this.”
Her pupils are blown wide. Her lips swollen from my mouth. Her nipples peak against the thin fabric. I push the dress down, never taking my gaze from her. It pools around her feet like water.
I push her backward until her knees hit the bed. She falls, catching herself on trembling arms, eyes locked on mine.
No tears.
No begging.
I unbuckle my belt slowly, letting the sound echo in the silence between us. Her breath catches, but I don’t stop. Her fingers curl into the duvet like that will help. I push down my pants and boxer briefs and my cock springs free, pre-cum already coating the head. Her nostrils flare as her gaze bounces from my face to my cock. I pull off my tie swiftly before removing my shirt fully, then I reach down and stroke my hard cock.
Taking a step closer, I give my cock three more strokes, rubbing pre-cum all down my shaft before I let it go and crawl over her, covering her body with mine. I reach down and push my hand between her clenched thighs, spreading them to allow myself in between.
“You’re mine now,” I murmur, dragging my tongue along her collarbone. “And just so there’s no confusion…I don’t share.”
Her breath shudders.
I grip her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand, my other trailing down her ribs, to her waist and further, to the soft skin of her inner thigh. I don’t ask. Itake.And her body welcomes me like it’s been waiting for this moment since the second she walked onto that stage.
She whimpers as my fingers tease her—wet, ready, perfect.
“So wet for a man you don’t even know,” I sneer, dragging my fingers higher.
She moans. A sound she tries to swallow, but I hear it. I feel it in my spine—raw, aching need. I lean down, my mouth against her ear.
“Tonight,” I growl, “you’ll learn what it means to be owned. To beruined.” I release her hands and sit back on my haunches still between her legs, it gives me the perfect view of her pussy, glistening with her need.
Her knuckles are white from the grip she has on the duvet. If I were a good man, I would acknowledge her fear. I would stop this and give her back her dignity.
But I’m not a good man.
I take my cock again and give it one final stroke before placing it at her opening. She tries to close her legs, but I grip one thigh and push it open as far as I can.
Instead of placing my cock in her pussy. I drag my fingers through her folds, slow and possessive, watching her face the entire time. Her eyelids flutter. Her breath stutters. A whimper slips free before she can bite it back.
“Look at you,” I murmur, voice rough, low, taunting. “Dripping for the man who just bought you like property.”
No words. No denials. Just that silent, burning hatred that seems to be mixed with an invitation for me to continue.
I slide one finger inside her, then two, curling them until she gasps—legs trembling around my hand.
“I could make you come just like this,” I say, my thumb brushing her clit in lazy circles. “But that’s not what tonight’s for.”
I pull my fingers out slowly, deliberately, holding them up. Wet. Coated. Proof of just how ready she is. Just how much her body belongs to me already.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want this,” I growl. “You want to beowned.To be taken.” She must, to have to put herself up for auction among men who would only use her for one thing.
I grip her hips and line myself up, the head of my cock nudging her entrance—hot, hard, aching to be inside.
She sucks in a breath, her eyes locked on mine.
I push into her—slow at first, just the tip, letting her feel the stretch. Her walls clamp down around me, tight, so fucking tight I have to grit my teeth to keep from losing control too soon.
