Page 83 of Pain and Possession

"This was a terrible decision, Olive."

I gasp as his teeth find my exposed shoulder, biting down roughly. The pain mixing with my need as my sex throbs, "Noè!" I warn in a hushed whisper, my eyes darting to all the people around us. If they noticed they're doing a good job of hiding it. Part of me wants them to see his aggressive claim on me.

I want them all to know that Noè Arcuri belongs to me.

I glance down at the angry red mark on my shoulder as he quickly discards his drink on the tray of a waiter who walks by. Gripping me tightly again, his arm straining with the effort to be at least somewhat gentle. He leads me deeper into the crowd, I don't realize where until the people start to thin. Moving aside and making way for the most dangerous man on the East Coast. He gives no warning before jerking open a door and shoving me inside, following directly behind me. The lock of the door sounds before my eyes fully adjust to the small dark room. Some sort of supply closet judging by the cleaning supplies that line the wire racks on the wall. A whimper leaves my throat as he slams his hand down on the concrete wall beside my head caging me in, pressing into me. His body acting as a threat all on its own, "What the fuck were you thinking?" He hisses.

"I was thinking that I'm your equal Noè, and its time you honor that promise you made to me." My voice is dripped in lust, making it harder to find my anger for him.

He leans closer resting his head on my shoulder his palm still placed firmly on the wall behind me. Keeping me trapped as if I would ever try to escape him again. As if I will ever leave his side, "Fucking Christ Olive have you any clue the danger you've put yourself in? Showing up at a place like this, crawling with more enemies than friends. Wearing that." He spits out as he begins to breathe heavily. My cheeks heat as I turn my head away from him.

Does he hate it? I must look like a joke. He's never commented on what I wore before…

"How many Olive?"

"What?"

"How many men have laid their eyes on what'sminetonight, huh? How many have lusted over you? These aren't normal men; these are fucking sharks. You're mine and fuck you look beautiful."

I turn back to him gawking, "That's what you're upset about?"

"You walked in on the arms of my men. Theytouchedyou."

I scoff, "They escorted me."

"You've stolen some of my most trusted men, they defied my direct orders. Shall I kill them for it Olive?" He lifts his head pressing harder into me as he lets his hand fall. I quickly find my anger again.

"Don't you fucking dare."

"Hmm. Then how about the men that lusted for you tonight shall I kill them for their transgressions? It is your fault after all. This isn't some club, Olive; these are dangerous men. Deadly, vile men and here you come walking in here dressed like a fucking calamitous goddess hell bend on unraveling my sanity."

His hands slip over my skin making my breath hitch in my throat. My mouth is suddenly dry, "Noè…"

"You're unarmed." His lips hover over mine as his hands find the slit in my dress, his fingers trailing up underneath the fabric.

"They checked for weapons." I reply breathlessly as his hand stills right beside the place I need it most, "Theycheckedyou?"

"N-no." I stammer, "Not me, just Buffy and Kurt."

His fingers slip across my exposed sex eliciting a groan from him, "And was it necessary to come without underwear little doll?"

"I didn't want panty lines."

"You're fucking soaked." He whispers, his deep gravelly voice heated.

I cross my arms, laying my head back against the wall, "You started it." I can feel him smile against my lips as he captures them. Tugging off his suit jacket. My body goes limp against him. Molding and melting to fit him perfectly.

"Your punishment will come later. Right now, I need to focus doll." He quickly unholsters a sharp dagger from his forearm handing it to me as he kneels. It's heavier than I expected as I grip it in my hand, my eyes roaming over the blade. No longer shocked or disgusted with myself when I picture it covered in blood.

We match.

Noè stills below me the harness strapped to his forearm now in his hand. A look of pure unbridled love and admiration in his eyes, "You look stunning tonight, Olive. Truly."

I smirk, not sure what to say as he pulls my leg out closer to him. Moving the dark fabric of my dress to access the leg not exposed at the slit.

"What are you doing?"

"Arming you."

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