Page 6 of Sweet Possession
Once I was dressed, he handed me a pair of heeled stilettosthatwere so high I stumbled several times as I followed him down the corridor, my heart racing the entire time knowingthatI was about to meet the man who now owned me.
Owned me like a pet.
If I thought I was terrified before, it was nothing compared to what Iwas feeling now. Every part of my body screamed at me to find a way back to the safety of my cell. Butthenwhat? The only way out of this mess would be to end my life, and I didn’t think I was brave enough to dothat.
As Dwayne hurried me through the hallway, and away from safety,the deep rumbling tones of male voices grew stronger, and my heart sped up so fast I was sure I was having a heart attack.
“Ready to meet the man who is going to fuck your pussy raw?”Dwayne hissed, grinning at me like the Cheshire Cat.“From what I hear, he likes to share his purchases with all his buddies. You know, rumor has itthathe and his friends once fucked a girl so hard she died from blood loss from her cunt and ass.”
Dwayne let out a chilling laugh as my feet faltered, and I let out agasp of horror.
This couldn’t be happening.
“Come on,”Dwayne said, grabbing my arm hard, and yanking me.Once again, I stumbled, managing to cling to the wall in time to stop from falling to my knees. If I fell, I wasn’t sure I’d have the strength to stand again.
Dwayne opened the door we’d stopped by, and roughly shoved methrough. As he did, the conversation between the three men died, and all eyes fell on me.
The three of them were sitting at a desk, two on one side, and one onthe other. I knew the two behind the desk, I’d met them when my dad first brought me here. I didn’t know their names, but from the conversation I overheard them having with my dad, I knew they were the men in charge of this disgusting operation.
I’d never seen the third man before which led me to the conclusionthathe was the man who had bought me.
My new owner.
Dwayne was right. He washuge,a giant compared to the other menin the room, and Dwayne and the other two weren’t exactly small. It was a miracle the man could fit comfortably in the chair he was perched in, he wasthatbroad.
His suit was tight on him, like any small movement would make thematerial tear. He wasn’t fat, far from it. It was clearthatunder the suit, he was nothing but solid muscle. The kind of musclethatgave him the strength to squish bones with only his hands.
He was a handsome man, with short, brown hair, the color ofespresso, and had a strong, smooth jawline. In another life, I could have easily been attracted to a man like this,evenif he was evidently a lot older than me. But how could I be attracted to a man who wanted to violate me in unspeakable ways?
Copper-colored eyes roamed up my body, but surprisingly, not in alecherous way. Not the way Dwayne would, with fire burning in his green eyes, but the man eyed me as if he was making sure I wasn’t hurt.
His eyes narrowed on the way Dwayne was still gripping my arm, andhe suddenly stood, revealingjusthow tall he was. The man towered over everyone, but it wasn’t his buildthatmade him command attention. He oozed confidence, and it was easy to see why Dwayne had said the man had a reputation for being mean.
He took two large strides over to where Dwayne and I stood, hiscopper eyes emotionless, and his lips thinned into a disapproving grimace. Despite the situation, somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered if he was disappointed with his purchase.
With me.
Everyone else was disappointed in me, why would he have been anydifferent?
“Why are you touching my property?”the man said to Dwayne, hisvoice gravelly and full of unspoken threat.
“She was messing around outside, refused to come in here,”Dwaynelied, letting go of my arm. Without needing to look, I knew he’d left bruises.
The man’s gaze moved from where he stared at my arm to my face,coming to rest on the bruise on my cheek.
He reached a hand out as if he was going to touch me, and I couldn’tstop myself from flinching. I didn’t want him to put his hands on me. His hand froze in mid-air, and his brows furrowed before he lowered his arm.
“Thatbruise your handiwork too?”he said, turning his attention backto Dwayne.
Dwayne grinned, proud of himself for marking me.“Yeah, man. Thelittle bitch wouldn’t shut the fuck up. Thought I’d give her a little lesson in what happens when she doesn’t behave.”
The man’s mouth twitched into a smirk, but he didn’t look amused.Without warning, he reared back, before throwing his fist straight into Dwayne’s face. The crack of bone echoed around the room, followed by the thud of Dwayne’s unconscious body hitting the floor.
I stared wide-eyed at his limp form, horrified by the level of violencethe man was capable of,evenif a little part of me thought Dwayne deserved what hadjusthappened.
“Mr. Fox, that’s not how we do things here!”one of the men behindthe desk said angrily, slamming a hand on the table before getting tohis feet.
Mr. Fox. At least I knew the name of the man who was going to breakme.
