Page 36 of Possession

A sharp hiss has me spinning on my high heels.

There he stands, the man I’ve fallen for. His dark, heavy eyes roaming over my body like he could devour me, have the fire inside me simmering with anticipation. In his signature black suit, he stands tall, full of darkness, danger, and intrigue.

“You look edible, Little Doll.”

I bite on my bottom lip, pleased with the way his words slip from his mouth like warm honey, each delivering a promise of pleasure. He tenderly strokes over my long locks and tilts his head, both of us as hypnotized by one another. “Such a beautiful doll. So soft and pliable.”

Then he clears his throat, snapping me out of my consumption, and removes his hand, and my shoulders sag at the loss of him. The way I crave his attention and touch is probably classed as dependency, but I don’t have it in me to care, not when he’s just as obsessed, if not more so.

“Come, Little Doll. If we don’t leave now, I won’t be able to stop myself from fucking you into oblivion.” I beam back at him, torn between wanting just that, but also wanting one night of more.

Amazement fills me as I glance around again and smile. Fresh freesias fill the room, and even the candle arbor has them entwined in a vine with freesias hanging from them.

“It’s beautiful.”

His lip twitches as if he’s trying to control the smile ebbing at the corner of his mouth. “I’m pleased you approve.” He takes another sip of his champagne while sitting back in his chair. “I’m taking you to my club afterward.”

This piques my interest, and I sit forward, struggling to rein in my excitement. “You are?”

He casually brushes his finger over his bottom lip, and his black orbs drilling into me have me fidgeting. “I am, but we’ll be in a private room.”

Confusion floods me. We’re going to his club but not to dance? “A private room?”

“Yes.” He leans forward and steeples his hands on the table. “It’s for the best. I don’t want to have to kill any of my patrons for simply looking at you.”

A giggle rumbles in my chest, causing my shoulders to shake. “Rafael, that sounds very dramatic.”

His steely gaze bores into me with such intensity, I’m stunned to silence. My mind catches up with the intentions behind his words, and when I glance around the room at the freesias once again, I’m starkly reminded of Jovie’s demise.

My mouth falls open, and he chuckles. Then I exhale the sharp intake of breath I’ve been holding. “You’re being serious.”

“I am.” The truth behind his words slams through me.

“Ma-maybe we should just go home.”

His eyes narrow and he licks his lips as if contemplating my suggestion.

A throat clears beside me, and I turn to find the server delivering our food.

When the pretty blonde server places the steak down on the table, I glance up toward Rafael, his gaze solely on me, and I couldn’t be happier about it. Not once has this man’s loyalty toward me wavered, and I wonder what I ever did to deserve him.

Rafael

I don’t know what I’ve ever done to deserve her, but I refuse to ever let her go, and I’ll do anything in my power to keep her.

Earlier, I made the call demanding the back room of my restaurant was cleared and only female servers would work for us. That way, I could keep my jealousy in check and enjoy my time with her. My sweet little doll was none the wiser. Even though she questioned my intentions at the club tonight, she still beams at me like I hung the moon and stars from the sky. That look in her eyes, that complete devotion she gives me, has me teetering on the edge of admitting I feel something, something more than the kinky fuckery we have going on between us. What it is, I don’t know, so I sure as shit won’t be admitting anything of the sort.

Instead, I sit back on my couch with my arms draped over the top and watch in rapture at the sway of her seductive hips. I widen my legs farther to give my cock room to grow.

When I told Kai I wanted the private room upstairs cleared and for me not to be interrupted, he grinned, knowing a request like this was so foreign for me. Usually, I ask for multiple women to be brought up and the drinks to be filled with a never-ending flow of the best champagne money can buy you, but tonight, with the music vibrating against the floor and Ellie dancing like her ass is on fire, I relax and enjoy the view.

The way in which the gold satin dress clings to her small hips and the way the creases of the dress on her chest hide her bare breast, pleases me like a drug hitting my blood and heightening my desire to ravish her.

She flicks her hair over her shoulder as she clings onto the railing, overlooking the dance floor, and I itch to grab her by her hair and fuck her wildly. But instead, I watch, allowing my little doll to have her fun, to have the date Rocco assures me women crave for their men to provide. All while I unravel inside, struggling to control the beast fighting to be released against my better judgment.

She sticks her ass out, and my pulse races, then she shakes it, and I swear to Christ I’m two seconds away from blowing my fucking load. My hands ball into fists. The struggle to rein in my need for her is bordering on unbearable and one I’m not sure I’m capable of achieving.

The way she circles those hips has me palming my cock through my pants like a teenager, and the way she throws her head back reminds me of the ecstasy on her face when she comes. I want nothing more than to wrap my hand around her throat while I force my cock inside her tiny hole, stretching her to accommodate every thick inch of me.

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