Page 3 of Possession

She gasps, and I close my eyes at the sheer exhilaration of the sound; it resonates in my balls, causing my cock to thicken with a heightened need to ruin her, to break my little doll, then tenderly piece her back together. Something only I would have time to do, all mine.

Jesus, how I want to force her to take every inch of me while she cries her apologies.

“I-I’m sorry.” The wobble in her voice forces me to snap my eyes open and glare into her darkening orbs. Her pupils grow and a tremor racks through her delicate body, delighting me further. Fuck me, she’s an adorable little thing. “Naughty. Little. Girl.” I growl out each word, and her lip quivers as I push my body against hers.

My hardness against her petite softness is a contrast neither of us can ignore as the air thickens around us. The slow swallow of her throat delights me, and I watch her, transfixed as her pupils dilate, alerting me to the fact she feels the solid ridge resting perfectly between us. I grind against her, and she makes a soft choking sound that sends a possessive wave of lust through me, desperate to hear more.

“Sir, should I?” I snap my attention to Kai, and he waves a hand toward her, as if offering to dispose of the girl.

“No,” I grit out. “I’ll deal with her.”

“Deal with me?” Her face pales, and my lip quirks at her terror.

Fuck, do I like her scared in my presence. My cock leaks, and I want nothing more than to force her to her knees and shove her head into my crotch to clean the mess she created.

“Hi, Rafael!” Jade bounces toward the door. “Oh, you brought Oliver with you too.” My son moves from behind me, leaving me no choice but to drop the girl’s wrist. Yet I instantly miss her touch and so does my cock. I swear I can still feel the heat of her against the tips of my fingers, as if she’s marked me.

Her eyes dart down toward the floor, and she strokes her wrist, but I don’t have it in me to care if I hurt her. The girl was about to assault me; she’s lucky she didn’t end up with a bullet in her beautiful head. Slowly, her gaze travels back up my body, and I stand taller and broaden my shoulders, oozing with knowing confidence.

The moment she latches on to my obvious bulge, her cheeks pinken, then she snaps her eyes up toward my face. I smile back at her smugly before gifting her with a wink that has her ears reddening. Such an adorable little doll, and my mouth waters to taste her.

“Oliver, do you remember when I played hide and seek with you?” The interaction between Jade and my son pangs my heart, knowing he is without a maternal figure in his life. He nods at her shyly. “This is my friend Ellie. Shall we hide and see if she can find us?”

Oliver glances toward Ellie, and she smiles back at him. Her whole face lights up as she beams down at my son. “I’ve heard you’re fantastic at this game, Oliver.” Her soft voice is like a caress over my skin, and I long to feel her again, to have those small lips explore every inch of me while I demand her to please me.

I curl my hands into fists, fighting the urge to touch her hair. It looks silky, and my fingers twitch to confirm it. Where the hell did that thought come from?

My son nods confidently. “Okay, I’ll count to twenty,” she says.

“Come on.” Jade grabs my son’s hand, and they rush off toward the kitchen, leaving me frozen staring at my little spitfire, imagining all the filthy things I’d like to do to my perfect little fuck doll.

She shifts from foot to foot, biting into her plump bottom lip, and I take it upon myself to pluck her lip from between her teeth with my thumb. “How do you think I should punish you, Little Doll?”

Her chest rises, and I search over the fabric again for her tits, but when I don’t find the swell of them with the loose-fitting garment, irritation nestles in my veins like a disease itching to get out. A need to explore her consumes me, and if my son wasn’t in such close proximity, I’d throw her to the floor and fuck her like a wild animal while she screams for mercy.

Her brown eyes dart from side to side, as if she will run from me at any minute. I lean into her, my husky voice laced with a deadly warning. “I’d find you.” Eyes narrowing, her breath hitches, and I know I hit the nail on the head—she was going to run. She stumbles back, but I catch her with both hands, righting her before she falls. Her touch burns through my palms, igniting invisible flames around us as our eyes remain locked. I know right then and there I’d burn the world down to protect her, to keep her for myself.

“I need to find them,” she whispers, cutting through the hazy tension surrounding us, then she glances over her shoulder toward my son’s excitable giggle.

I drag my knuckles down her cheek and over the flurry of freckles beneath her eyes, the softness of her skin begging to be marked, just as she hoped to mark me when she raised her hand to my face. “You can run, Little Doll. But I’ll always find you.” With that, she breaks the connection. She spins on the balls of her bare feet and runs off in search of my son and niece while I watch on from the doorway, my stare transfixed on her covered ass. An ass I desperately want to expose, mark, and fuck. Once I find it, of course.

“A bit young for your liking, Boss.” Kai raises his brow at me, jest in his tone I don’t care for.

“I need a new toy.” I shrug, earning a chuckle from him. He knows how quickly I work my way through women. He’s also very aware of my usual type, and yet this girl is nothing of the sort.

My mind wanders as to how new a toy she would be. Kai isn’t wrong, she is young, very young, and for the first time in my life, my cock appreciates her youth.

“I’m having her,” I tack on while moving toward the kitchen.

“Daddy’s perfect little doll,” I whisper to myself.

Chapter Two

Rafael

My little doll is perfect, absolutely fucking perfect. I’ve spent the past hour leaning against the doorframe watching for a sign of her tits bouncing beneath the oversized T-shirt or a flash of her ass as she chases after my son with as much energy and enthusiasm as him, but I’ve found none, and that only makes me crave it all the more.

His rare giggles warm my cold heart, and guilt floods me at my son’s lack of normalcy and lack of a mother.

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