Page 12 of Prized Possession

She has every reason to hate me, to fear me. It’s how I’ve been trying to make her feel about me for years.

From when she was eight-years-old, and told me she had a crush on me, so I pushed her over… I’ve spent all my time and energy making her see that I’m not the good guy.

She deserves a nice bloke who can give her the world, not someone like me. Particularly since her father would have cut my cock off, and that definitely would have broken the fragile peace treaty.

Making her hate me has been my plan for years, and I thought it was working. But recently, as she’s been going more off the rails, it’s been getting harder to stand by and do nothing. I can tell there’s something going on with her, and I want to know what it is.

I’m very aware I shouldn’t care, and that it’s not my responsibility to try and fix Chloe. In fact, I should be putting all of my effort into sorting out Jacob’s issues, but watching her let that fuckwit put his hands all over her was the final straw.

Jake has been rebelling since our final year of high school, worsening after we were handed the key to the kingdom, and it was always going to happen.Whereas, Chloe’s path to self-destruction is something I didn’t see coming, and that bothers me much more than it should.

Her tiny voice pulls me out of my own head as her breath flutters over my face. “What are you doing?”

There’s none of the bravado she’d had before in the club when she was yelling at me. Now her voice is small and timid, not something I’ve ever associated with Chloe. She’s always been feisty, not afraid to go toe-to-toe with me.

As she stands here beneath me, her body trembling, her eyes wide and fearful, my heart thuds.What the fuck am I doing?

Then the image of that guy's hands all over her flashes onto the back of my eyelids, and the anger floods back.

“The better question is: what the fuck were you doing?”

Upon hearing the accusing edge in my tone, her gaze narrows and the timid girl from before fades away, bringing back the one who loves to argue with me.

“Well, I was dancing before some dickhead jumped the guy I was with,” she snarls, leaning even closer, so I can see her nostrils flare.

“That wasn’t dancing, Chloe. You were a step away from letting him fuck you on the dance floor,” I grind out through gritted teeth, as I ball my free hand into a fist, to stop myself from touching her. My other hand remains flat against the wall above her head, helping me to cage her in.

Chloe manages to get her hands up into the miniscule gap between us, and once her palms are on my chest, she tries to push me away, letting out a small scream of annoyance when she’s not able to move me.

“Are you calling me a slut? Don’t you dare fucking try and slut shame me, Marcus. I’ve seen you and Jacob do much worse with girls on that very dance floor,” she shouts as she punches her fist into my arm.

Using my free hand, I grab hold of both her wrists, lifting them until I can use the hand over her head to grip them both. With her hands restrained above her head, her chest arches in a way that makes her tits look fucking amazing, and it takes all my effort not to stare at them.

I keep my gaze locked on hers, but when her pupils dilate, making her sparkling silver eyes almost black, my cock twitches, hardening even quicker than before.

“I didn’t call you a slut, and even if I did, that wouldn’t be a bad thing.” My voice is deeper and more gravelly than normal, as the anger thrumming through my veins is replaced by something much more potent.

Remember all of the reasons you’re supposed to stay away from this girl!No matter how much I shout it in my head, all the reasons I’ve been focused on forthe last few years empty from my brain. My dick is running the show now, and it’s going to get me in so much trouble.

Her brow furrows and she looks at me confused. “What does that even mean?”

She pulls her lower lip in between her teeth, biting down on the bright red shade that makes me imagine smearing it in some very dirty places. I shake my head, trying to concentrate, but she’s so fucking distracting.

“You say the wordslutlike it’s a bad thing, and I don’t think it is. If the girl chooses the right person to be a slut with, it can be an incredibly powerful experience,” I reply, loving the way her eyes widen with each word.

“Powerful?” she repeats, the pitch raising at the end to make it sound like a question.

“Absolutely. I think if a woman trusts me enough to become a slut for me, that’s a massive honour. She’s willing to give up a little bit of her control, and that’s a big thing, but at the end of the day, she’s still the one with all the power.”

She shakes her head like she disagrees. “How can a woman giving up her control make her powerful?” she asks incredulously.

The corner of my lip tilts up into a smirk, and I’m actually shocked this woman doesn’t know how fucking gorgeous she is and the power that gives her.

“You hand over just a little bit of control, but in return, you get so much more. A good slut has the power to make even the most controlled man lose his senses. A little moan, a sensual kiss, the right touch, you can have even the most important man dropping to his knees to worship you. That’s the power of being a good slut.”

She takes a moment to mull over my words before the corner of her lip tips up into a mischievous smirk. Before I can say anything, she rolls her hips against me, rubbing herself on my hard cock, as if to prove my own point.

A groan I wish I desperately could hold back rips from my throat, and her eyes widen almost comically as her smile grows. I’m losing control of this situation very quickly, and I had a point to make when I dragged her out here.

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