Page 17 of Possession

My eyes swim with tears, and my bottom lip quivers. I hold up my hand. “Please listen, Rafael.”

He throws Darryl to the floor. Blood flows down his face, his good looks tarnished by his disjointed nose and swollen cheekbones.

Rafael pulls out a gun, and my heart plummets, my entire body shakes, and my legs feel like they will give out.

This is the pool scene happening all over again, and it’s too much to bear.

The way his dark eyes are trained on Darryl and the way he’s blocked me out leave me no choice but to try any tactic. I step in front of the gun. “You can’t kill him,” I sob, unable to get him to listen. “He’s the police commissioner’s son!” The thought of Rafael going to prison for me causes my heart to skip a beat. Oliver would lose his father too, and I know too well what it’s like to feel abandoned.

Rafael turns to face me. His nostrils flare and his finger twitches on the trigger while my body remains consumed by panic. Our gazes remain locked and my heart beats faster under his scrutiny.

“He’s the police commissioner’s son. Please don’t kill him. You’ll be in trouble, Rafael.” Fresh tears flow down my face at the enormity of the situation.

“Did you fuck him?” he spits out in anger.

I stumble back.

“Did you fuck him?” he roars louder.

“Of course not!”

He scoffs. “You just had your tongue in his filthy fucking mouth, Ellie.” The hurt in his tone is clear. Even laced with venom, I don’t miss it. Pain flashes over his eyes before he covers it, his Mafia mask slipping into place.

This is his way of lashing out because he is hurting. He caught Darryl and me kissing, and he thought I was into it. “He kissed me, and I swear, he only just did it, then you...”

“You’re my little doll,” he whispers, and my heart crumbles. The pain behind his tone has me wanting to comfort him, to remind him I am his.

I step closer to him and press my palm to his arm. This time, he lowers the gun, and relief floods me.

Staring into his dark eyes, I palm his cheek, delighting in the way he turns into me.

“You possess me,” he whispers so low I almost miss it.

Rafael may think I possess him, but he possesses me too.

Chapter Nine

Rafael

“Leave!” I grit out to the piece of shit on the floor. He scrambles to his feet, and I turn to glare at him. “If you say anything...”

“I won’t. I swear, I won’t.” Then I give him a firm nod, my eyes drilling into his until he gulps, then scurries out of the room as if his ass is on fire. My finger twitches to add a bullet to him.

“He’s gone.” Her soft voice filters through my budding anger, creeping in and sending an unfamiliar, comforting sensation over my body. I’m unsure if I like it or not. I like to be in control, and everything about Ellie makes me reckless. I’ve never had an obsession with anything before, and the feeling is almost too much to bear.

“Get on your knees.” I keep my voice even and watch her pretty face for a response, expecting her to defy me and give me the perfect excuse to lash out and give her my anger. She surprises me and licks her lips and kneels before me. My cock throbs in my pants at the sight of her on her knees, and I close my eyes to stop my balls from drawing up and coating my boxers in cum. Instead, I focus on the image of her being kissed by the punk. Him taking her lips, my little doll. My fists pump and my temple pulsates as the need to control and punish her while washing away the memory becomes my lifeline to sanity.

“I’m going to wash away his touch,” I grit out while unbuckling my pants.

Her big brown eyes stare back at me, so innocent yet so deadly. “I want you to,” she whispers, and I almost combust with euphoria. My hand grasps my cock, and I hiss as I give it a pump, encouraging the pre-cum to spill from my slit in a stream of pleasure.

Gripping my cock in a tight fist, I pinch the tip to stop myself from coming, then bring it to her lips, slowly dragging it over her top lip. Her warm touch against my slit and seeing the evidence of my pre-cum coat her, compels a whoosh of air to leave my lungs. I repeat the action with her bottom lip, rougher this time, rubbing in my pleasure, forcing her to accept me.

“Open your mouth, Little Doll.”

Her eyes swim with desire, and my lip curls at how much she enjoys me treating her like my toy. She does as I ask, her lips falling open. “Stick out your tongue, let Daddy wash it.”

Her pink tongue sticks out of her mouth, and I swipe the head of my cock up and down it, then pump my cock over it, faster and faster, my aggression building with each stroke. “You never let another man touch you again. Do you understand?” I pump faster, and she nods. Her lips brush over the tip of my cock, and lightning bolts of need burst through me.

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