Page 14 of Prized Possession

I decide to capitalise on the moment, and I move my fingers back betweenher legs. This time when I slide through her slit, I seek out her clit. As soon as I find her hard nub, I circle my fingers around it, spreading her juices as I do.

Chloe’s head falls back as a moan escapes from her lips, and she rocks her hips to try and press my hand against her greedy cunt even more.

She looks so fucking dirty, her legs spread wide for me, rocking her hips against me with her dress up around her waist, her head thrown back against the grungy alley wall.

She’s a rich mafia princess, who always looks so perfectly put together, and I love watching her turn into a dirty slut just for me. I meant what I said to her before, there’s nothing negative about a woman being a slut for the right man.

I may be the one in control of her pleasure right now, but she’s the one with all the power. She says stop and I’ll walk away without hesitation. She’s the one getting all the pleasure, while my cock is straining painfully, trying to get free.

As I rub my fingers over her sensitive nub, her back arches off the wall as she tries to move my hand to where she needs me the most. I press on her throat, just enough to make her neck ache, and to grab her attention.

Her eyes fly open in shock. “Stay still, slut,” I growl.

“I-I’m not…”

Before she can finish her sentence, which no doubt was to tell me she’s not a slut, I cut her off by pressing one of my fingers into her wet hole. Her loud groan echoes through the alleyway, and my dick throbs.

Her hot, wet cunt clamps down on my finger, and even with just one inside her, she feels tight. I can only imagine how amazing she’d feel gripping my cock as I press into her.

As I work my finger faster, her cries of pleasure get louder, and she forgets all about my instruction that she’s not supposed to be moving.

She rocks against me, meeting my movements with one of her own as she chases her release.

I can feel her walls tightening as her pussy gets even wetter than I thought possible. She feels so fucking fantastic. Way better than my shitty imagination has been able to conjure up over the years.

“Oh, fuck… Marcus.”

As soon as my name tumbles from her lips, it’s like someone douses me in a bucket of cold fucking water. Suddenly, I remember who she is, and all the major fucking reasons I’ve stayed away from her over the years. I’ve been deliberately treating her like shit so that this very scenario doesn’t happen.

She’s my best friend’s sister, the daughter of our rival mafia family…and if that’s not enough, she’s fucking engaged to someone else. Another powerful family that would have no qualms about going to war with us over me taking something that belongs to them. Yet, all of that seems to have fallen from my brain.

Recently, I’ve watched her go off the rails piece by piece. I’ve been so caught up with Jacob that I’ve managed to ignore Chloe’s rebellious behaviour. But seeing her throw herself at a guy, letting him touch her, when she very clearly didn’t want him to, it was the final straw. She has to have more self-respect than that.

As I said to her, I’m all for her being a slut, as long as it’s with the right guy and it’s what she actually wants. If his touch repulses her, she should have enough self worth to kick him to the curb.

The way she moans my name brings all this flooding back, and I’m so fucking confused. I love the sound of my name on her lips, and I want nothing more than to hear her scream it at the top of her lungs as I give her the orgasm I know she craves. But, I don’t think that will achieve what I need.

I brought her out here to teach her something, and I can’t let my own desire get in the way of that. Besides, if I want to avoid starting a war, I need her to go back to hating me…which means there’s only one possible way this can go.

She rocks her hips against me with a desperate desire to reach the finish line she’s so close to. Her walls flutter around my finger as I flick my thumb over her clit, dragging a deep guttural moan from her lips.

As I feel her start to tighten around me, I quickly pull my finger from her pussy, taking a step back, so my body is no longer crowding hers. She slumps forward as she cries out in frustration, and it’s only my grip on her throat that’s keeping her from falling to the ground.

Her silver eyes are wide open, and while she stares at me, a mixture of emotions flick across her face—confusion, desperation, need, anger, and then hurt. It’s the look right at the end, when she’s jumped straight to the wrong conclusion, that is like an arrow to my heart.

She drops her hands from above her head and begins to pull her dress down, covering herself as her cheeks flush red. Humiliation rushes through her, and she tries to drop her gaze to the ground, but she can’t because of my grip.

Wrapping her tiny hand around my wrist, she tries to pull me off her, but I’m too strong. “Let go of me,” she grinds out, trying to sound strong, but I hear the way her voice cracks at the end, breaking my heart.

She thinks I did all this to mess with her, and that I didn’t really want her. The lack of self-confidence drips from her pores, and I want to find whoever caused her to feel this way and rip their flesh from their bones. No girl this gorgeous should ever feel this low about herself.

I step towards her, closing the gap again, loving the way she gasps at my movement, her body betraying the way she wants to behave.

“I didn’t stop because I don’t want you. I stopped because only good little sluts get to come, and you were not a good little slut tonight. You let that dickhead touch you, when you didn’t want him to. You were willing to let him do things to you that you know you didn’t want. You need to learn to put your needs first, to control?—”

Before I can finish what I’m about to say, Chloe cuts me off. Her voice is full of anger, and my heart breaks as a tear drops from the corner of her eye.

“That’s bullshit. I have no control. You say that I’m the one in control, that I have all the power, yet you're the one who can leave me here like this.”

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