bullied (Possessed #0.5) (5 page)

Fucking hell. She was the epitome of gorgeous. Leaning against the window with her magnificent breasts on display and the sun shining in the background like a spotlight as it set, she looked like the goddess he thought she was. Now, if only he could make her see herself the way he did.

“You look…” Lost for words, he knelt down at her feet. Looking up her curvy, imperfect body, he began to undo her shorts. Shorts that made her look like some fifties pin-up model that soldiers would drool over.

She began rubbing her legs together as he slowly drew them down her legs. What he found underneath surprised the fuck out of him.

No panties. Hot fucking damn.

A perfectly shaved pussy with a small thatch of hair to hide her pearl greeted him.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to make sure he wasn’t drooling, he was at a loss as to where to start on her body.

Suckling on her full, plump pink nipples or eating her now dripping, horny pussy?

Decisions, decisions.

“Your body, sweets,” he moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure.

“I don’t like it either,” she whispered almost too softly for him to hear.

Snapping his eyes open, he knew a fierce light entered his gaze when she seemed to shrink into herself. “What did you just say?” he asked harshly.

Looking away from him, she couldn’t seem to find words.

“Cecilia!” He snapped, demanding she look at him. “I won’t fucking have you putting yourself down. Period. End of fucking story. This body is what cities were destroyed for. What men have gone to prison for. This body is my temple to worship as I fucking please, and I refuse for you to see it in any other light.”

Confusion roamed across her features at first, then she seemed to come to some sort of realization as contentment replaced any negativity in her eyes. She liked that he was so fierce about her. He could handle that.

Spinning her around so her nude breasts pressed against the cool window, he pulled her ass back so he could have access to all of her. “Landon?”

He could hear the fear in her voice and knew she was worried people walking outside might see her. “We can see out, sweets; however, no one can see in.”

She seemed to relax at his words. Running his scruffy cheek against the back of her thighs had her jumping slightly, but he could see how slick her core became at the roughness. Needing to taste, he finally buried his face in her liquid heat.

Ambrosia and cinnamon. The perfect combination. Kissing all around her puffy lips, he teased her before he finally dove in for the prize. Licking up her slit, he dipped his tongue inside her unused hole. The tightness alone was nearly enough to have him stripping down and driving his hard cock into her.

Her breath catching told him she was close to release.
Gonna have to teach her to hold off
, he thought sadistically. “Not yet, Cecilia,” he murmured against her engorged clit.

Gliding his fingers through her wetness, he inserted just one to get her used to being filled then another to help stretch her. Latching onto her clit with his teeth he gave a light tug, sucking it in between his lips as he searched out her g-spot with his fingers.

Unzipping his pants, he pushed them down along with his boxers, using his other hand so he was ready to drive into her. When he felt her walls begin to contract, he pulled away from her, quickly donning a condom and pushing into her without warning.

Her scream of pain quickly turned to pleasure as he started drumming her clit with his fingers. Grabbing both of her hands in one of his, he roughly drew them above her head so she couldn’t move.

“Jesus fucking mercy, Cecilia, you’re fucking perfect. Your tight pussy was made for my cock,” he panted roughly in her ear.

He could feel her walls tighten up on him as she screamed his name and let go of her release. Triggering his own, he slapped her ass hard as they reached their peak together.

“It’s too much. Oh god! Landon, make it stop!” she screamed.

“Fucking take it, Cecilia. I want it all. Every ounce of pleasure you feel, I want it wrapped around my dick so tight you won’t know where I end and you begin. You fucking understand?” He growled harsher than intended as he gripped her hair turning her head so he could slam his lips on hers.

He spilled everything he was feeling for her into that kiss.

His possession…

His ownership…

His need for her alone was almost overwhelming.

Waking up the next morning feeling deliciously sore in all the right places, Cecilia was disappointed to find she was alone in bed. Running her hands along the empty spot where Landon had slept, she found it cool to the touch.

Thinking he’d left, she got up wrapping the sheet around her naked body and finally got a look at his room. It was huge; at least as big as her dinky apartment. One wall was just tinted windows overlooking the city. With the sun rising high in the sky, it was quite the view. The bright rays ricocheting off the windows created a magnificent kaleidoscope of colors.

Going to his dresser on the opposite wall, she rummaged through a drawer finding a t-shirt to put on. She wandered to the closed door beside his closet. Opening it, she walked into possibly the most beautiful and dark bathroom she’d ever seen. Everything was black. The tiles, the walls, the toilet. Everything. Just black. But not in a dark, gaudy way. It was tasteful. Once she flicked the light on, the walls sparkled to make it look silver.

“Wow,” she breathed in wonder.

Going to the shower, she turned it on, stunned when streaming jets of water came from every side. She dropped the sheet and stepped in. The warm water soothed all her aches. She still couldn’t believe she’d made love to him.
No Ce, not love, you had sex. Plain and simple
. That cruel voice in her head started to berate her. He’d done so many wonderful things to her that she wanted to refuse to believe the doubt, but he was gone this morning so what was she to believe?

Quickly finishing her shower, jumping out and drying off, she caught a glimpse of her body in the mirror above the black granite sink.

She had love bites everywhere she looked— along her collar bone, on her breasts. Turning, they were on the backs of her thighs and her hips. She smiled as she touched each one remembering the precise moment when he’d lost control with her.

He took such care with her, made sure she enjoyed it every bit as much as he did. Even during the night when he’d taken her slow and sweet, holding her gaze the entire time, she’d felt more in those moments than in any other in her life.

Throwing on the shirt she’d taken from him, she quietly made his bed before going in search of her clothes. Gathering them up, she stood at the window watching as the birds flew around the trees when a loud bang from behind drew her attention.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

Ashley.

Turning slowly, she waited for the insults and degradation to begin. “He seriously brought you home?”

It was obviously rhetorical so she kept her mouth shut.

“You’re just a piece of ass to him you know?” she said cruelly.

When Cecilia still didn’t respond, Ashley got a nasty sneer across her lips letting her know nothing good was going to come from this encounter.

“Why do you think he’s not here? You obviously weren’t anything good to him. He
always
sticks around for the good girls.”

I’m going to be sick.

“Yeah, you get it, don’t you? Let me guess… He peppered you with compliments? Told you, you’re perfect? Probably repeated the performance a couple times too, huh? And yet, he’s not here.”

Don’t cry.

“Once he saw all those scars, he was probably disgusted. Decided to fuck you out of pity.”

And the dam broke.

Running back to his room, she quickly got dressed. Looking to the bed, filled with so much regret when just a few minutes earlier she’d felt so peaceful, she ran into the elevator listening to Ashley’s laughter ringing in her ears and tears streaming down her cheeks.

Landon hated leaving Cecilia before she woke up but he had a meeting he couldn’t miss. He hoped she saw the note he’d left by the coffee pot so she didn’t think he’d abandoned her. As soon as his meeting was over, he made his way back up to his penthouse.

Shock quickly followed by anger filled him when he saw his sister sitting at his table, drinking coffee, and reading the morning paper. “Shouldn’t you be in school?” he demanded, walking right past her in search of his woman.

Not finding her in the bedroom, he came back out pissed off more now than ever. “Where is she?”

“Where is who?” Ashley asked. She wouldn’t meet his eyes. She’d done something.

“Ashley!” he yelled.

Looking up finally, he saw a calculating gleam in her eyes, “Yes?” The sweetness made him want to puke.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He’d try a different tactic.

“Daddy wanted to have a family dinner this weekend and asked if I would let you know.” Smooth.

“Why are you
here
?”

“Well, I went to your office but your assistant— lovely woman, you should bring her to dinner— said you were in a meeting and would be going back home afterwards so I came up here to wait.”

“Are you fucking demented?” he growled.

“Well, that was rude.”

“No, Ashley, what’s rude is you barging into my home without my permission. Now where the fuck IS SHE?!”

“Again, I ask, who?”

“Cecilia, you airhead. Where the fuck is my woman?” He was losing his cool now, and if she didn’t tell him soon, he wasn’t going to be responsible for what he did to her.
Like throwing her out the fucking window.

“You can’t be serious about her. I mean have you
seen
her? All those horrible scars. She’s not good for your image, Landon.” She dismissed the woman he was falling in love with like some dirty rag.

“Get the fuck out and don’t ever come back, Ashley.”

Shock marred her features. “What?” she whispered.

“I mean it. You have no idea who she really is. Why she has those scars. Did you ever think that just because she’s not some perfect little Barbie airhead that maybe, just fucking maybe, she’s a person and has feelings too?”

“Well, I…” she stuttered, not able to get anything out before he started again.

“What did you say to her?”

Guilt had flashed in her eyes before she looked down.

“You fucking bitch!” he screamed. Walking up to her, he grabbed her arm dragging her to his elevator. Tossing her in, he told her, “Until you can apologize to Cecilia and fucking mean it, don’t
ever
contact me again, Ashley. This was fucking low, even for your spoiled ass.” He slammed the gate down in her face as tears welled in her eyes.

Now he had to figure out how to undo the mess his sister had put him in.

Cecilia’s tears were a constant stream as she made her way to school after going home to get her books and clean clothes. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she’d find the perfect man only for him to be a complete fraud.

She shouldn’t be shocked, not really. Not after the way her joke of a life was going. She should have expected it, should have stuck to her guns and not gone out with him. Now she was walking heartbreak.