Page 4 of Possession

Jade tapped out of playing the game multiple times while Ellie continues to have the patience of a saint where my son is concerned. His lack of communication hasn’t fazed her. If anything, her face softens in understanding, and I want nothing more than to shove my tongue down her beautiful throat while I grip it, holding her in place, giving her no choice but to accept what I force on her.

“Tommy is on his way,” Kai whispers into my ear, and I nod, but my eyes remain trained on Ellie playing with my boy. I don’t even acknowledge my brother with a greeting when he walks into his house moments later.

He scans the foyer as if looking for Jade, and I smirk to myself. He’s screwed, well and truly screwed. Our father is right, he’s fucking her, and I can’t find it in me to say I blame him. Not when I’d happily shove my cock in Ellie’s cunt, despite not knowing if she’s even legal.

“Did you run into Jenna at the office?” I ask him.

It’s what I’ve been sent here to find out. To get a gauge of Tommy and Jade’s relationship and to evaluate Tommy’s reaction to my father’s ploy to set him up with his slut of a secretary.

“Yes,” he spits out with venom, his neck becoming red.

My lip twitches with anger. That’s a new reaction for Tommy. He never normally shows any emotion around women at all; they’re merely easy fucks. “And?”

“And nothing.” He shrugs, but I don’t miss his chest rising or the way his eyes find Jade, as if checking if she’s within earshot.

“How’s the hunt for the nanny going?” he asks.

My eyebrows rise at the fact my brother, who doesn’t give a fuck about anyone but himself, knows I need another new nanny.

Then I know for sure he cares about Jade, that she’s not just some girl he’s fucking, because he tried to divert our conversation to save hurting her feelings, when my brother has only cared for one other woman before now.

“I think I just found a new nanny.” I nod in Ellie’s direction, and he glares back at me, his fists pump beside him, and I throw my head back on a loud laugh, drawing the girls’ attention. Like he could fucking stop me from taking what I want.

I push off the doorframe. “Come on, Oliver, time to go home.”

Oliver’s face falls, and he grumbles while glaring at his feet. This prompts Ellie to kneel on the floor so they’re face-to-face. I don’t know what she whispers to him, but he nods in return.

“We’re taking Ellie home, don’t worry.” I wink at Tommy.

Ellie jolts at my words, then stands, tugging on the flimsy T-shirt, and I avoid acknowledging its existence, pissed she even considered wearing only the thin fabric in the first place. Just where the hell are the rest of her clothes? Does she always dress like this? I grit my teeth. “Oh, erm. I guess I’ll speak to you tomorrow, Jade?”

“Sure.” She smiles back.

I stride toward the door, with Oliver and Ellie following behind. How she already does as I command so submissively is something that has my blood pumping with pride and my chest filling with possession.

Chapter Three

Ellie

Rafael’s clothes are black—his shoes, pants, shirt, jacket, all black. His slicked-back hair with a kink in it, black. His eyes are so dark, they’re almost black. His whole demeanor is deadly, destructive, dark. Black. I wonder if his heart is too.

His chiseled jaw is set tight, like a GQ model’s, and his hands grip the steering wheel so hard his knuckles whiten. The rings on his fingers are silver, and I almost want to scoff that’s the only color he’s wearing.

The tattoos littering his fingers are of black stars and spiders. A full web covers the back of one hand, and I shudder, imagining where else he might have tattoos and if they are all as sinister looking? Jesus, he’s hot. In a I want to fuck you until you die kind of way. Half of his neck is covered in tattoos, yet the other side is bare, causing me to want to explore it all the more.

“Are you wearing anything beneath that T-shirt?” he grits out like I’ve offended him, making me take in his five o’clock shadow and his flaring eyes. I swallow under his scrutiny, and his gaze locks on my throat, leaving it suddenly dry. Then his nostrils flare before he growls and turns back to face the road. “Answer!” he barks, and I can’t help but to jump at his deep baritone voice.

My mind goes to Oliver, so I glance over my shoulder to check on him. The little man is fast asleep, and my body relaxes, knowing he’s unaffected by his father’s temper.

“Yes,” I whisper, feeling uncomfortable at being reprimanded by a guy I don’t even know.

“Yes, what?” His searing gaze flashes to me, then back to the road.

I lick my lips. “Yes, I have something on beneath my T-shirt.”

He exhales loudly, and his shoulders relax. “Show me.”

My mouth falls open, and I swear my jaw drops to the floorboard. Did he just ask me to show him?

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