Page 19 of Possession

“Please,” she begs, and I push in farther, until I’m met with resistance. Her body jolts at the intrusion. “Oh god.”

“Shit.” I withdraw my finger and raise her chin. “Have you never had a cock inside you, Little Doll?”

The flush on her cheeks expands, and nervousness coats her features, making me want to wrap her in my arms and protect her.

“No.” Her gaze searches mine, and the overwhelming urge to protect her and consume her, to keep her, becomes my everything. No one will hurt my little doll, no one will touch her ever again, nobody but me. It’s a feeling like no other. Nothing has ever been inside her. My little doll is all perfect and new to be played with, and that awareness has an intoxicating electricity rushing though my body, so powerful it threatens to detonate my veins.

“I’ll protect you, Little Doll.” I kiss the top of her head and ignore the confusion on her face as I step away from her. “Go pack your bags, we’re leaving.”

“Leaving?”

I pull my phone from my pocket and tap out a text to my team.

Me: I want Ellie’s room cleared when we leave and anything else in the house that looks to be hers.

“Yes, and I want to speak to your father.” I watch for her reaction.

Her head rears back and her eyes widen. “Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why do you want to speak to my father?”

Annoyance builds inside me at her questioning. “Because I’m telling him you belong to me now.”

“What does that even mean, Rafael?”

“It means you’re mine.”

“Your what?” She raises an eyebrow.

I face her, taking in the way she shifts from side to side, vulnerability radiating from her, and I itch to give her reassurance, but I’m not sure how.

“My little doll.” Her face falls, and my heart skips a beat at the disappointment rolling off her. She tries to mask it, but my throat becomes dry while I will myself to do better, to give her what she needs. “I’ll look after you,” I say, hoping that’s enough to reassure her.

My phone pings, and I glance down at it.

Kai: The house is empty

Me:?

Kai: EMPTY. There’s nothing downstairs.

My eyes snap up to Ellie’s, and she chews on the inside of her mouth, oblivious to the turmoil waving through me. Just what the fuck is going on?

“Where’s your father?”

Her chest rises. “I don’t know.” How can she not know? Anger has my body vibrating as I stare at her.

“What do you mean, you don’t know? You must fucking know!” I boom, regretting it the moment she flinches.

This time, I try a softer approach. “When was the last time you saw him?”

She swallows and wrings her hands together. “About seven months ago. He goes off on vacations.”

“Seven. Fucking. Months. Ago?”

She huffs. “I’m used to being alone, Rafael.” My heart skips a beat at the way she attempts to conceal her vulnerability, and I hate the fact she’s been put in this predicament.

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