Page 28 of His to Possess
He stepped closer, his body a whisper away from mine. I could feel his erection against my back, and my knees weakened. I bitmy lip.Pull yourself together,I told myself firmly, refusing to let my composure crack in any way.
“Like a caged bird, she’s fragile and wild. Longing to be tamed, but never truly tamed.” His lips grazed my earlobe.
I closed my eyes, letting his words and his closeness wash over me. My body responded instinctively, aching to be touched, to be possessed. It betrayed my mind and everything I knew was right in this world. This was asinin its most messed-up form, yet I couldn’t bring myself to care about it. At all.
“Perhaps, it’s time you surrender to what we desire.”
With that, his hands slid around my waist, pulling me back against his solid frame. I could feel the length of his arousal, hard and insistent, as he pressed himself against me. My breath caught as I surrendered to the inevitable, knowing I was powerless to resist.
Rex’s breath was warm on my neck, his lips curving into a satisfied smile as he pulled me back until I was almost on the bed. I was trembling with anticipation, desire coursing through my veins, and I turned towards him, seeking his mouth. I thought that was what he wanted, but he stopped me with a gentle but firm grip on my hips.
“Not yet,” he murmured, his eyes burning with intensity. “Stay just like that.”
Obediently, I froze, unsure of what he intended. My heart pounded as he moved away, only to return with a chair that he positioned under the Volkov painting. He stripped off his suit jacket and loosened his tie, making himself comfortable as if he were about to watch a show. And perhaps he was—a show where I was the performer, and he was the appreciative audience.
My eyes were fixed on him as he sat, regal and commanding. There was something so incredibly arousing about the way he held himself at that point. I disliked the man with passion, but I could not deny it in any way. His suit, tailored to perfection,clung to his muscular frame. His eyes, that steely gray gaze, held me captive. His kingly demeanor, coupled with his commanding presence, sent a rush of desire through me, and I shivered, anticipating his next move.
“Undress for me, Laurel,” he ordered, his voice like dark velvet. “Slowly.”
My lips parted for a brief second. No one had ever asked me to undress before, not like this. Normally, clothes vanished in a rush, lost in the frenzy of the moment, and my body would move on autopilot just to numb whatever I didn’t want to feel. The undressing was automatic, incidental—a path to something else. But now, with him watching me, there was something different. A quiet intensity in his gaze, a flame that didn’t want to consume but to understand. It felt like he wanted me to slow down, to offer myself piece by piece. Like he wasn’t just asking for my body, but for everything beneath it. And I’d chosen to let him in the moment I put my signature on that contract.
My fingers trembled as they reached for the back zipper of my dress. With deliberate slowness, I started to pull it down. I slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting the velvet pool at my feet. I stood before him in nothing but my lingerie, my body bare and vulnerable. His eyes roamed appreciatively over my curves, and I shivered as if a soft breeze brushed my skin.
“You are exquisite.” His voice was a low rumble. “Turn around.”
I did as he asked, slowly turning around so he could get a better view of the rest of me. As our gazes met once more, satisfaction sparked in his eyes. He liked what he had seen—thankfully so. “Exquisite, indeed. A true work of art.”
His words sent a thrill through me, and I could feel my nipples pebbling against the sheer fabric of my bra. I stepped out of my dress fully, kicking it aside. For a long moment, I stood like that right in front of him, shielded by nothing but thin lingerie thatclung to my skin. Right now, it was the only thing that protected me from his hunger, it seemed.
“Now the rest,” he instructed, his eyes glinting with more desire. “Let me see all of you.”
I forced a smile, trying to disguise my nervousness with a lighthearted comment. “If you wanted a worthy show, you should have hired a professional stripper. I’m definitely an amateur at this.” Humour had always been my way of dealing with uncomfortable situations. Sometimes, the other side responded to it well, but right now, that was far from the case.
Rex’s eyes narrowed, and his expression darkened. He didn’t seem amused in any way, shape, or form. The silent tension stretched between us, thick with unspoken words. He angled his head. “Don’t question my taste,” he said simply. “I know what I want, and I stop at nothing to stop it.”
I still couldn’t understand it. He could have had anyone he wanted—a model, perhaps, or an actress. Someone who would’ve been better in scenarios like these. Yet, it was me that he wanted, and like a fool, I surrendered to it. The air around us sizzled with anticipation, my body thrumming with a mix of nervousness and arousal.
“Strip,” he ordered, his voice like a velvet whip.
I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry. I reached behind me, my fingers finding the clasp of my bra. With a gentle snap, I released the clasp and let the dusty pink lace fall away, revealing my breasts. My nipples pebbled with the cool air, and I fought the urge to cover myself.
Rex’s eyes were hungry as they devoured me, and a strangled sound escaped his throat. “Beautiful.” His desire was evident in his voice.
I slipped my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, teasing the elastic away from my hips with deliberate slowness. Mypulse quickened as I revealed the thatch of red curls at the apex of my thighs, the thin fabric offering little concealment.
“Do you know what you do to me?” Rex’s voice was a gravelly whisper, his eyes burning with unquenched desire. He took me in. Every single inch. “You haunt my every thought. I crave your presence, your touch. I yearn to explore every inch of you.”
His words were like a caress, stoking the fire within me. I stepped out of my panties, kicking them aside, now clad in only my garter belt, stockings, and heels. Rex’s eyes roamed over my exposed body, taking in every curve and dip. I felt his gaze like a physical touch, sending sparks of desire across my skin. Never in my life had I had a man look at me like that, with so much yearning and desire that I could practically feel it on my skin.
Then, his eyes locked with mine, and he issued another command. “Sit on the bed, Laurel. Face me.”
A moment of hesitation followed on my end, before I forced my feet to move. I did as he said, smoothing my stockings as I sat, trying to appear more composed than I felt. But my pulse was racing, and I could feel the flush of arousal spreading across my chest and face.
“Open your legs,” he ordered, his voice brooking no argument.
My breath caught in my throat, and I complied, spreading my thighs apart, exposing myself to his hungry gaze. My hands rested on my knees, my fingers clenching and unclenching nervously. I couldn’t believe I was doing something like this—surrendering to a man in such a manner. My head swirled with a million different emotions, all of them hitting me at once, making it difficult to focus.
“Wider,” he demanded, his eyes glinting.
