Page 49 of Possession

A girl hog-tied in the back of the van locks eyes with me, terrified and pleading.

“Fucking great.” My shoulders sag, knowing it’s going to be a long night.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Ellie

It’s been eight weeks since I moved in with Rafael and Oliver, and I couldn’t be happier. I finished schooling shortly after. Darryl was noticeably absent in school, which was odd, but I didn’t want to reach out, knowing what happened between us would only anger Rafael. Truth be told, his behavior that day made me uncomfortable, so it’s for the best that our friendship has come to an end.

Rafael encouraged me to stay home with Oliver and oversee his staff while I followed through with an online course in child psychology.

Me and Oliver are closer than ever, and his speech is progressing in the right direction, much to Rafael’s approval. Oliver has become my little shadow, and I love it. He’s so sweet natured, which is jarring, considering the world he is growing up in. I can’t help but wonder if Rafael would have been softer given the chance, but then I remind myself I love him the way he is.

I realized I’d fallen in love with him at the beginning of our relationship, but I tried telling myself it was infatuation because of his attention toward me. But the way he looks at me like I’m his everything, and the tender kisses he presses on my head, have me hoping he feels the same way. Something tells me Rafael hasn’t shown affection before, and I’m constantly telling myself he never had this sort of relationship with Oliver’s mother. My jealousy over her makes my heart feel like it’s shattering. Even though I know she’s passed away, I can’t help but feel cheated out of the fact she gave him Oliver, the sweet little boy I wished was my own blood. She gave him something I didn’t, and for that, I hate her.

Turning around, I glance into the mirror again; I’ve come a long way since I last wore this school uniform, and as I button up my blouse and straighten out the creases, I stand taller. I’ve gone from an innocent virginal schoolgirl to the perfect little doll for her daddy. The bedroom door opens, and Rafael leans against the doorframe. His stare fills with lust as he scans me up and down. Then he licks his lips like a predator, his eyes eating me whole.

My heart hammers and heat gathers on my cheeks at the way his lust-filled gaze sears into me with a promise of retribution.

Scanning over his clothes, my brows furrow. This was meant to be a Halloween party, and he’s not in costume. Of course, he looks as hot as ever with his black pants and black shirt, his hair slicked back, giving him his signature look. I hope I’m not the only one dressing up. Rafael informed me I would meet his father and brother tonight, and I don’t want to create an idiot out of myself by being the only one in costume.

Ironic, really, that my outfit is now deemed a costume, yet only a few short months ago it was my reality, my life.

He drags a calculated tattooed finger over his lip. “Where’s your costume, Rafael? You said this was a costume party.” I huff.

A dark chuckle escapes him. “I have a mask, Little Doll.” He withdraws his hand from behind his back and holds out a black mask with neon crosses for eyes, and excitement thrums in my veins. The way he says my nickname has me clenching my thighs, and he chuckles as if knowing the reaction I have toward him.

“Come on, let’s get this party over with.” He holds his hand out for me, and I step forward, slipping mine into his. He pulls me against his chest, then grinds his hard cock against me. “I’m going to fuck you in this uniform.” He nips at my ear with a groan.

I go up on my tiptoes to capture his lips. “I’m counting on it, Daddy.”

Then I step back, push past him, and revel in the growl that leaves him as he follows me down the stairs while I add extra sway to emphasize my ass.

Rafael

There’s a reason I avoid my father’s parties. Not only does it mean I have to mix with people I don’t like, but it also means I have to feign not being bored.

This party, however, is worse than every other party I have been to, ever. Because the girl I’m obsessed with is getting glances from every man in the room, creating an aggressive need inside me, which threatens to spill over at any minute.The veins on my forehead pulsate, and my muscles are coiled so tight they’re painful. As soon as I can get her alone, I’ll punish her little ass for forcing me to feel so goddamn riled.

Eyes scan her small frame up and down, each trying to figure out who she is, and I smile internally, imagining they’re trying to guess if indeed she is just a schoolgirl.

“I think they all think you’re here by mistake, a naughty little schoolgirl.” Rocco flicks his finger through her ponytail, causing it to sway, and I growl in his direction while holding her tighter against me.

Ellie’s cheeks redden, and I can’t lie, the splash of crimson across her skin only adds to the innocence of her costume.

“Rafael looks like he’s going to explode,” Rocco mocks while pointing his beer bottle toward me, releasing a baiting chuckle when I deliver him a scowl in warning.

“Aren’t you enjoying the party?” Ellie tilts her head up to me, and I scan her face for all seriousness.

Fuck me, she’s being serious.

“No.”

She rolls her eyes, and I want to tan her ass for the action, but I won’t give everyone that view of my girl, so instead I grit my teeth.

“I like your costume.” Ellie turns to face Rocco, and I immediately tense with jealousy at her attention on my younger brother. His teasing gaze meets mine, and he licks his lips as if about to say something he knows will aggravate me further, but I give him a shake of my head. He does not want to fuck with me tonight. I already feel like ripping someone apart. I’m teetering on the edge of insanity. Even I worry I’m unable to control it.

“It’s not a costume, he always dresses like that.” My baritone voice sends a shiver over her as I tilt my head in his direction.

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