Possessed - Part One (9 page)

He kisses my stomach and goes down, pulling my panties with his teeth. When they’re off, he chucks them off the bed and pushes my thighs with his hands. “Spread your legs, Sam. I want you wide and wet.”

I do as he says without saying a word. It’s oddly satisfying as well.

He plants a kiss on top of my vulva, and then slides down toward my pussy, blowing hot air on me, causing me to buck my hips. His fingers play with me, and then his tongue darts out to play along. I moan out loud as he licks and sucks, playfully teasing me to the edge.

“I must say, I never imagined you’d be so easily persuaded to let me fuck you.”

“I’m not,” I say. “I have no say in this at all.”

“Ah-ah.” He slaps my inner thigh, causing me to squeeze them together. “No talking.”

“You’re mean,” I say.

He slaps my other leg, and I growl.

“I can get a lot meaner if you don’t behave,” he muses. “I told you I like the control. I expect you to do as you’re told if you want me to give you what you need.”

I huff and puff, trying to come up with an honest reply, but I can’t. My brain has turned to goo, and all I can think of is having him fuck me senseless tonight. I’m losing my mind.

“Such a delicious pussy you have,” he says, chuckling against my skin. “If I’d known you tasted so good, I would’ve eaten you long ago.”

I want to say ‘fuck you,’ but then I want to say ‘fuck me,’ as well. Goddammit.

He laps me up sensually and slow, causing sweet bliss. I’m desperately holding onto the tie and belt, building toward a climax. He’s pushing me to my limits, toying with me like he knows exactly what to do and how to do it to make me scream. I’m teetering on the brink, desperate to fall over.

“Oh, god … I’m going to …”

“Come? Do it. Come for me, Sam.”

“Oh, fuck,” I whisper, and then the waves start coming like there’s no tomorrow. My body convulses, my pussy clenches, and I can feel his fingers and tongue everywhere as I come apart from his touch.

When the orgasm subsides, his body rises above mine, and he licks his lips with a contented smile. Then he jumps off the bed and barges through the room to search his bags.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

When he has what he was looking for, he holds it up for me to see. A condom.

He quickly unwraps it and drops his boxers just as quickly, and holy shit, what comes bouncing out widens my eyes and makes my jaw drop. He’s huge! Like, he could fill me to the brim and then some.

I swallow, my mouth watering as he strides toward me with confidence. Not a second does he wait to climb on top of me, leaving kisses everywhere. He only leans up to put the condom on his hard-on, and then immediately comes back down to kiss me again. His mouth is hot and full of lust. I kiss him back with equal desire; I can’t help myself. His hands are all over me, grasping my waist, cupping my face. When the tip of his cock touches my entrance, my pussy begins to thump again.

“Are you ready for me, Sam?” he asks.

“Oh, god, yes,” I moan into his mouth.

He pushes in slowly, and it feels so good that I gasp. He fills me up so tightly, I can feel everything, even the slightest movement. I love how he feels, even if I can’t touch him with my hands. Just the feel of his body on top of mine and his cock sliding into me … god, I could come again.

He rocks my world slowly, teasing me until I start to bite my lip from excitement. His thrusts are calculated, sensual, and increase in speed at just the right time. He never takes his eyes off me, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine but never touching. I lean closer to steal a kiss, but he won’t let me. The cocky smile on his face accompanied by him biting his lip has me bucking my hips in rhythm. I’m lost in his eyes, his beautiful body, and the way we’re both coming closer to the edge. I can feel it from the way he moves and hear it from his sexy groans that he’s about to come.

“Fuck, I want you to come, Sam,” he murmurs, his tongue darting out to lick my lips.

“Yes, oh, yes, I’m so close,” I say.

“Do it. Come for me, Sam.”

I don’t need to think twice, my body does all the work. His thrusts push me over the edge and into another delirious orgasm. My body falls apart underneath him, my muscles tightening around his thickness. He pulsates inside me, a loud moan escaping his mouth, and then he fills me with his warmth. Three more thrusts and he’s thrust all his energy and cum into me.

He plants a deep kiss on my mouth, cupping my face with his hand, one that has my head spinning and leaves me wanting more when he stops. He briefly gazes at me with sultry half-mast eyes, and then leans back to take off the condom and chuck it in the trash. Then he drops down next to me and undoes the belt and tie around my wrists. When I’m free, I rub my wrists, but he takes me into his arms and presses me into his chest. His body is warm and comforting as I lay my head on his chest. He smells exotic and so good. God, I could sniff him up for hours. I love the way he feels, and even when we’re both naked, I don’t feel any shame for my body. I’m actually grinning.

Dammit. I’m really into him.

When I raise my head to ask him something, I notice his eyes are already closed. When he starts to snore, I realize it’s too late to talk about what just happened. I chuckle to myself. What an easy sleeper.

It doesn’t take long before I too fall into a deep sleep, huddled in his arms, listening to his steady heartbeat.

I awake to the sound of zippers going up and down. I pat the bed with my hands, but there’s nothing next to me, and the bed is growing cold. My eyes are glued together, but when I open them, I notice Leo is no longer lying next to me. I should be surprised, but I’m actually more concerned with the fact that the sun is already out and I’m still in Leo’s bed. I slept with Leo fucking King last night.

Holy shit.

What have I done?

I sit up straight and see myself in the mirror standing in the corner. Immediately, I rake my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself look less of a mess. However, it’s no use because my make-up is all over the place. I hope he likes witches because I look like one right now.

As I gaze around the room, I notice Leo’s already dressed in his suit, up and running, packing his clothes. Confused, I frown.

When he looks up and sees me, he says, “Morning. I got the help to pack your bags for you.”

“What?” I mumble, yawning.

“Don’t worry, they’re trustworthy. I paid double for the room.”

A maid scurries in and out of the second bedroom, the one I’m supposed to be sleeping in.

Well, this is not how I pictured the morning after having sex with Leo fucking King.

“What’s going on?” I ask.

“We’re going.”

“What? Why?” I make a face. “I thought you still had business with your family.”

“No, we have to leave. Get dressed.” His monotone voice makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

“Excuse me?” I say.

“We’re leaving,” he says, eyeing me. “Why aren’t you out of bed yet?”

“Well, this is nice,” I scoff, sighing out loud. Frowning, I slam the blanket, watching him continue packing like nothing’s going on. And here I was, hoping that this liaison somehow meant that he’d still be here when I woke up, that he’d eat breakfast with me, that he … I don’t know … that he’d want more from me than just sex. God, I’m so stupid. I slap myself on the head.

“How could I not see this coming …” I mumble to myself.

“What?” he asks.

“Nothing,” I mutter.

I shouldn’t be disappointed because I could’ve seen this coming if I had only kept my brain in the game. But, of course, I had to let myself get carried away. Why on earth did I let him fuck me? I should’ve realized it was never more than just a fuck to him.

Throwing the blanket off me, I quickly grasp my clothes and put them on before he turns around and sees me naked. Like hell I’d let him enjoy that again.

When I’m done, the packing is finished, even without my help. Leo hurries out the door and says, “Are you coming?”

I don’t get what all the fuss is about, but he sure is in a hurry. “Why do you want to get out of here so quickly? Bad memories?” I jest.

He makes a face. “Huh?”

“Never mind …” I say. He clearly doesn’t get it. Well, we’ll talk about this on our way home all right.

Along with all the luggage, a thundering cloud of silence hovers over us when we get into the elevator. Awkward doesn’t even begin to describe this, and I’m so glad when the doors open. When we walk into the lobby, a woman standing near the entrance smiles at Leo.

“Oh, Leo! Did I make it in time?”

She’s long and thin, with curly blond hair, wearing a tight red dress and matching high heels with black soles. I recognize that brand, and it’s nothing cheap.

“Oh, no …” Leo drops the suitcases, the look on his face going from resolute to pure misery in a snap of a finger.

The woman walks toward us, having only eyes for Leo as she gets up close and gives him a kiss on the cheeks. “Leo, hun, how are you?”

“I was fine without your interference.”

“Tsk, such attitude.” She winks at him, which makes me wince in disgust. “So, where’s the party?”

“You’re too late, Marilyn,” Leo says.

Party? So, she knows about the fake marriage, too? Or am I missing something?

“Oh, well, that’s unfortunate. I would’ve loved to meet your parents,” Marilyn says.

Leo grabs her by the arm. “What are you doing here, I thought you said …” Leo’s voice diminishes in volume with each word.

I clear my throat because I’ve had enough of them ignoring my presence.

“Leo, who is this?” Marilyn asks.

“I’m his—”

“Assistant.” He gives us both a fake smile.

“You brought your assistant?” she scoffs. “Well, that’s new. I thought you’d be rid of this one by now.”

I don’t know if I should feel offended by her comment or if I should punch Leo for giving her that idea in the first place. What on earth is going on?

“Who are you, exactly?” I ask.

Marilyn gazes at me with an annoyed look on her face. “Darling, you’re just the
pretend wife
. Don’t act like you have the right to ask me that.”

“What?” I scoff, my jaw dropping. I can’t believe this woman.

“Ah, she’s—” But before Leo can finish his sentence he’s interrupted by Marilyn.

“Me? Well, I’m his
real
wife.”

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The Possessed Series

Possessed – Part One

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