Page 40 of Pain and Possession

"There you go baby, swallow my cock. I knew you could be a good girl."He grunts, reaching down and rolling a taunt nipple between his expert fingers. I moan around him as he wraps his hand around the back of my head keeping me in place as his other braces on the wall behind me. His thrusts become jerky as spit dripples down my chin. His hazel eyes looking at me like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world. I can faintly hear people shuffling along on the sidewalk, but I can't look. I don't care. All there is, is him. Suddenly he groans my name, shooting warm liquid down my throat as I swallow it all the best I can.

He pulls out of my mouth tucking himself away before gently pulling me to my feet. Pressing me back into the wall and kissing me deeply, his lips consume me until I'm nothing at all. A lifeform desperate for him, a useless pile of want and need. I grind into his still hard cock as my body pulses.

"When I get back Olive, I'll give you what you need. Don't you dare touch yourself, you’re mine to pleasure when I see fit."He growls, the need just as clear in his voice as it would be in mine. Almost like I've infected him with it.

"What?" I say breathlessly as he pulls me down the alley back towards the road, my legs shake and my heart pounds.

He's pissed.

The hard set to his sharp jaw and the rough grip on my wrist is the least of my worries. My mouth drops open slightly when I realize he was trying to impress me, he wanted me to be… proud of what he did.My mind is reeling as he leads me back to my apartment. He walks me to my door, pressing me into the frame as he kisses me again.

"See you soon little doll."

As soon as I'm inside I bolt the door, collapsing on my couch. As my mind and heart races, my clit pulses with need.

Okay Noè. You don't want me to touch it myself. I won't.

I pull out my phone, my emotions driving me to make a decision I'm sure I'll regret.

Olive: Be there in an hour.

….

Laney: Yay! Bring tht jewelry when u come.

I roll my eyes as I head to my bedroom staring at myself in the dresser mirror. My lips are swollen and my cheeks flushed. My hair is messy and tangled, mirroring my emotions.

I won't be his toy. Something he can pick up and lay down when it suits him.

I was close, dangerously close to feeling something for him. I'll replace his touch, his memory. I don't care what it costs me, I won't fail.

Chapter nine

Confessions

Noè

"It's not my problem how much it costs to fix it, it's your mistake. One that has wasted precious time." I run my hands through my hair, fighting to maintain composure.

"Yes sir. My apologies." The man's deep set frown lines glistening with perspiration. A flight to Los Angeles and one and a half hours later this incompetent asshole still can't locate my arms shipment.

"You have a week before I fly back down here and shove a machine gun up your ass. Perhaps then you'll think twice beforemisplacingthings that do not belong to you." I turn walking back towards Hock who is barely stifling his laughter.

"Explain to me why you came again?" I ask as we head out of the warehouse. I haven't so much as checked on Olives emails since I left her. My phone is burning a hole in my pocket. Wandering what she's doing, if she's home like she should be. If she's touched herself. I don't like leaving her like that but fucking hell if she's not goddamned infuriating. Hock gets into the driver's seat as Mark piles into the back. The rest of the men I brought in separate cars hung back in case things got messy.

"Shove a machine gun… up his-"

"Hock." I warn, in a particularly foul mood. No matter what I do where Olive is concerned, I'm the bad guy, which I'm not arguing but I've been good to her. I’ve been good to her because it seems Ineedher on a primal level. I need her to need me back even more.

"What? You're the one talking about kinky gun play bullshit with the arms dealer."

Mark chuckles in the back, the first sound he's made all night. Never been a man of many words but he's damn effective at killing.

I pull out Olive's old phone and check her messages, the irritation I already feel towards her giving way to absolute fucking rage.

"Change of plans, notify the others. I'm needed in New York. Have someone call Raver and let them know to expect me."

Hock gives me a pointed look as I bite down on my inner cheek drawing blood almost immediately. The copper taste and sharp cutting pain almost making me feel calmer.

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