Page 23 of Possession

I let out a maniacal sneer, and my cock jumps, causing her stunning eyes to widen like a deer in the headlights. “I’ll just fuck you harder.” My voice is deep, cold, and sadistic, but I speak the truth, every word of it.

She tilts her head to the side, appearing deep in thought. “You like being told no?”

I step back, disconnecting us, but I do it for a reason. I’m hanging on by a fucking thread, and I need her consent before I ruin her. Ruin me.

I tip her chin up to face me, and the way her neck strains to accommodate my action has my cock throbbing. I’ve never felt so much attraction to anyone before, and I’ve never felt the pure unadulterated need to fuck someone so hard, as if punishing them for forcing me to want them so badly.

“The moment you say yes, you say it to everything I have to offer. I like to fuck hard, Ellie. So fucking hard, you’re going to hurt. I want to use all your holes, but most of all, I want your pleasure. I want you to want it all. I want you to scream no for me when you really mean yes. No will get you fucked harder. No will make me unravel. No frees my beast, Little Doll.”

She swallows, and I feel it all the way down to my balls. Fuck, I need her. I need her in my bed, by my side, and with a baby in her belly, securing our future together.

The atmosphere surrounding us feels catalytic, like our dynamic could change at any moment, and I’m eager for it, desperate. Placing my palm on her cheek, I relish the way she turns into my touch. “Say yes,” I murmur so low I’m unsure if she heard me.

My throat constricts, waiting for her to respond. Our gazes remain locked, her eyes telling me a thousand things, each of her thoughts full of uncertainty, full of a need to be protected by the man who promises to break her. “You’re my little doll to protect. My little doll to care for. All fucking mine.”

“Yours,” she replies, taking my breath away. “Yes, Rafael.”

My spine straightens. Does she mean it? Is she giving me the control I crave, the desire to possess her like she possesses me.

“Louder!”

She slowly licks her lips, and the movement has anticipation thrumming through my entire body.

“Yes! I’m yours, Rafael.”

I grab her beneath her arms, hoisting her up without trying. Then I launch her onto the bed, and she bounces on the mattress with a playful smile encompassing her pretty face.

“Strip naked for me. Let me see my little doll bare.” My voice comes out with a bite to it, giving away exactly how I feel—unhinged.

A need to dominate her burns me from the inside, causing the room to radiate with the sexual tension I’m feeling.

“I’m about to break you, and you’re going to love every second of it.”

Chapter Twelve

Ellie

“Strip naked for me. Let me see my little doll bare.” My breath catches in my throat. “I’m about to break you, and you’re going to love every second of it.” Holy shit, I want that.

Every word Rafael uttered sent a thrill of desire through me. The way he explained how he wants to use me like nothing more than a doll, had my panties soaked and my thighs clenching. I want that. I want to give myself over to this brooding, powerful, filthy man. The thought of him using me, then showing me a tenderness I am almost positive is reserved solely for me, drives me to scramble back on my elbows and fumble with unbuttoning my blouse. I can’t believe I’m doing this, handing myself over to a deadly Mafia man that has so much power it oozes from him. He’s literally killed someone for looking at me. He’s told me he wants to tear me apart, that he won’t be gentle, and we won’t have safe words. I’m about to give him my virginity, and yet, I can’t think of anyone more deserving.

The way his stare penetrates my soul, holding it captive, has my heart racing and my pussy dripping. His dark eyes surge through my skin, pulling out my soul, devouring me, and I couldn’t be happier about it.

I slip the blouse off my shoulders.

“The skirt.” His heavy breaths fill the air. “Do the skirt next.” His gaze never wavers as he strokes over his solid length, and I gulp at the size of it constrained behind his pants. I slip my zipper down and scoot my ass out of the skirt, dropping it over the edge of the bed to the floor.

“Your bra. Slip those little tits over the top of your bra first.” His tone is full of need, a raw edge to it, promising me the fervor he’s promised.

His pupils dilate and his jaw tightens as I slowly slip the bra to rest below my tits, pushing my small tits up and causing my nipples to peak. He audibly swallows, and I rejoice in it. The way he’s clearly struggling gives me the confidence I would normally lack. “Fuck, I bet I could fit it all in my mouth.” His Adam’s apple slides down his throat and his chest heaves.

“Open your legs, Little Doll. Let Daddy see your panties.”

I slowly spread them, and his gaze snaps to my cotton panties. My cheeks heat, knowing he can see the damp spot.

He rolls his head from side to side, then unbuttons his shirt, and his focus never leaves my panties. He looks starved, crazed, and angry all rolled into one.

Each slip of a button has my heart beating faster, and when he finally exposes his chest, I suck in a sharp breath at his beauty.

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