Page 16 of Prized Possession

“So if I help you get Jacob to take responsibility, you’ll buy me some time away from this arranged marriage?” she asks finally.

I give her a nod, before clarifying, “I can’t guarantee how I’ll do it yet,as I don’t exactly have a plan, but I’ll buy you some time before you have to get married. I’ll get you out of your father’s house, so you can live a little.”

She bites on her lower lip again, like there’s something more she wants to say, but she’s trying to pluck up the courage. I want to tell her to just spit it out, but I don’t. I give her the time she needs, until finally she lets out a little sigh.

“What if I ask you to show me how to be a slut? How to take back all the control?”

My breath hitches and I’m sure my heart fucking stops for a moment. I never, even in my wildest fucking dreams, imagined Chloe would say those words to me. Of course, I want to show her how to be my good little slut, but if I do that, there’s no going back. It’ll put everything at risk.

“Let me think about it,” I reply, not able to turn her down like I should.

Given the smile that spreads across her face, she seems pleased with my answer—she shouldn’t be.

“Be careful when you make a deal with the devil, Mio. You might not like what happens.”

Her eyes widen, and my cocky smirk grows as I drop my hands. I start walking backwards, not wanting to tear my eyes away from her. She’s leaning against the wall, face flushed, panting like she can’t catch her breath, with her skirt up around her waist.

She looks like the perfect slut, and it fucking pains me to walk away from her, knowing how wet and desperate she is.

Just before I turn around, I make sure to give her one more thing to think about. “When you rub your pretty little pussy tonight, make sure it’s me you're thinking about when you come. It will always be me you think about from now on, even when you’re married and he’s fucking you with that tiny dick of his. I’m going to ruin you. Make sure you think about that when you fuck your pussy with your fingers later.”

Her mouth drops open, but I see the way her body trembles at hearing my dirty words. I turn around, not able to look at her anymore without wanting to walk back over and fuck her against the wall.

My cock is throbbing painfully, and even using my hand tonight won’t be enough. I bring my fingers to my lips, trying to drag the last little taste of her off my skin, knowing it will have to be enough for now.

She may have been the one making a deal with the devil, but I’m the one who’ll end up in Hell. Chloe Santoro will be my downfall, and I’m not even sure I care.

“Wakey, wakey.” A loud voice pulls me out of sleep, and when I open my eyes, my vision is instantly flooded with brightness, as I find the curtains have been pulled wide open.

One wall of my bedroom has floor-to-ceiling windows, and they open onto a wrap-around balcony that has a gorgeous view over the city from high up in my penthouse apartment. Normally, I love the view, but right now, all it’s doing is making the pounding in my head worse.

I slam my eyes closed with a groan as I lift my hands to cover my ears. Unfortunately, I can still hear Miles’ annoying voice. “Wake up, Marcus.”

“Fuck off,” I growl, not interested in what he has to say.

Sadly, my best friend is a massive arsehole, and doesn’t listen to a word I have to say. He rips the duvet off my body, and I groan as the cool air hits me, disturbing my cosy slumber.

“Sorry, but I can’t. You need to get up. We have a meeting in an hour, and you need a bucket of coffee and a shower before I get in a car withyou,” he replies, pulling my hands away from my face, before placing something into my palm.

I squint one eye open enough to see the painkillers he’s handed me, and I breathe a sigh of relief when I see he’s holding out a glass of water.

With a grumble that’s far less polite than he deserves, I take the pills, drinking several more gulps of water afterwards. The cool liquid is refreshing to my dry throat.

“What happened to not letting me drink?” I ask, sounding more gravelly than usual.

“I’m your bodyguard, Marcus, not your mother. Besides, you left and asked me to keep an eye on that fuckwit, Jacob. He’s a full-time job on his own,” Miles grumbles, as he takes a seat in the chair next to the window.

“That he is,” I agree, wincing as I sit up and my head spins.

“What the hell happened to you last night? You went outside with Chloe, and I didn’t see you again for nearly half an hour. Then next time I see you, you’re downing shots like you’re back in college.”

Flashes of the night before flicker in my mind, and although my head is hazy, thanks to the hangover, I remember every part of the evening—even the bits I might want to forget.

“Urgh,” I groan again, wondering how the hell I managed to get myself into this mess.

Miles chuckles from his seat, and I throw him a glare that would cut a lesser man down, but he just rolls his eyes at me.

“You’ve been keeping away from her for years. Now you find out she’s fucking engaged to some prick, and you think this is the right time to do something about how you feel.”

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