Page 27 of Pain and Possession

"Don't... touch me there." She orders not meeting my eyes, still having absolutely zero regard to who I am.What I could do to her.

"And why is that?"

She doesn't answer, she doesn't have to. Irritation shoves past my good mood, "You are absolutely beautiful little doll."

She shakes her head, covering her face with her small bloody hands. She's so fucking cute when she's embarrassed, even though her reasoning has me fuming. "It's not flat or toned. You're so... perfect. Your body anyway it’s just… perfect."

I smile, slightly taken aback by how happy her compliment makes me. Groaning I pull out of her, it's probably been long enough. Reaching over I gently guide her legs back through her underwear. When she's redressed and adjusted I tug her up, ignoring her cute and pathetic slaps. Her stomach would look even more gorgeous swollen with my children, the idea has me brimming with pride.

"Olive, you are the most beautifully frustrating creature I have ever met. Your body is fucking amazing, don't ever hide it from me.Ever." I let a little too much authority into my voice, the idea of her hiding any part of her makes me want to break her legs so she can't go anywhere at all. She'd learn to be happy here, with me.

I don't think I could stomach seeing her in any genuine pain though. Which is another first for me.

She glares, opening her full lips to speak before I cut her off, "I would crawl over broken glass just to be at your side. You're mine, now and always. And I'myours."

Her breath hitches in her throat, making my heart stop. Just when I think she might accept it... accept me she pulls away on wobbly legs.

You aren't ready yet doll, but you will be. I'll leave you no choice.

"I have work soon, take me home." She demands her eyes trailing to Trent's body yet again.

Stop looking at him.

It's irrational I know that, I mean for fucks sake he'sdead. Stillher eyes on anyone but me have my nails slicing into the palms of my clenched fists. I grind my teeth, not wanting to lash out at her. Everything inside me begging to do just that, "Lie to me again and I'll shove my cock so far down your throat you blackout."

Fuck. Calm down.

I right myself as her full lips part, her tongue darting out to swipe along her bottom lip. She liked that idea... good to know. My little doll is quite the fucking slut. I'll give you what you want, but not here.

Not by him.He's seen enough.

"Your next shift isn't until this evening. It's barely 3am." I spit out digging my nails harder into my palms. Losing control of the anger spiking in my chest. She keeps denying me, lying to me, playing with me. I'll chain you to these walls and fuck you until you're a blubbering mess if you make me. For you I'd become the worst of monsters.

She frowns, looking down at my shaking hands. I quickly unclench my fists, shoving them into my pockets. I've spent my life hiding my proclivity for pain. Without it, I would've flown off the hinges years ago. Apart from her and some of my closest men, a handful of whores, my little secret is just that.

A secret. A weakness.

"Let's go get cleaned up, I need to sleep before you spend another full day fucking with my brain." I mutter going to step forward, my heart racing in my chest as she steps up to me. Her beautiful round eyes intent on my hidden hands. She reaches out with shaking fingers, holding hers out to me palms up. Seeing this side of her... this caring and tender part of Olive makes something rare and cancerous prod at my self-control. My strength further crumbling, and I don't dare hesitate before pulling my hands from my pockets and placing them in her small ones. Exposing my weak spot to her, I'm belly up and she's the blade pressed to my stomach. My tan skin looks so much darker lying next to her paleness, she's delicate and corrupt. From the first night I saw her I knew I wanted to give her everything, all of me.

The real me.

I didn't shy away from her then, the threat of death made it so much easier. After she fell asleep in my arms, my mom called, letting me know we were safe. I whispered into the phone consoling her and Charlotte, trying not to wake Olive. I've never fucking cared before, once the threat was gone, I should've closed back off. Been able to separate from her without a second thought but I can't. She took a piece of me that night, a piece I don't want back. She unfurls my hands, running her soft blood-tinged fingers studying the red Crescent indents made by my nails.

"Why do you need this? Need to... hurt yourself?"

I meet her amber-colored eyes, "I'm not sure, I've always used pain to cope. Otherwise, I'm... too much."

She nods, "Do your parents know how you are?" I chuckle, adjusting her hair for her. "My mom doesn't no, my father is dead. Nona lives here at the compound, so I'd imagine she has some idea."

She looks away from my face, "I'm sorry for your loss." I shake my head causing her to look back up at me, her beautiful doll-like face ripping a hole in my exterior walls.

"Don't be little doll, I'm the one that shot him. Come." I ignore her shocked expression as I open the door leading her out.

"Hey, should we like close that?" She whispers panicked. I don't hide my laugh, "No Olive."

As we exit the corridor, I motion for two of my men, "Find Buffy for a disposal."

They nod in union before heading in the opposite direction.I absently play with the silver band on her small wrist as I make my way back to my office, answering my men's questions and directing somewhere needed. The night groups are the only ones awake now, my men sleep in shifts to ensure the compound is always fully staffed, never with a weak point.

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