Possession by KATHLEEN HAYAT (best fiction novels TXT) 📖

The vibrator went off!

A frustrated groan escaped her lips and her eyes slowly opened in pure frustration. Her emerald hazy eyes met his cold grey ones and her face became red in embarrassment.

"That was your punishment princess. Now don't even think about taking it out!" He husked near her ear and took two steps back from her.

Her heart was drumming wildly and her throat felt dry. His warmth completely left her body and she took in a sharp breath as her tears dared to leak from her eyes.

"Get ready princess, we are leaving in thirty minutes." He told her with an emotionless face as he left the room.

He couldn't believe that he just fucking controlled his urge to fuck her right then and there. It was less of a punishment for her but more of a punishment for him.

Just a few hours back, he received a message from Brad and it was the picture of that bastard Jacob and Isabelle. Blade has given orders to Brad to keep an eye on Jacob and when he received the picture, he was furious and the best punishment formed in his head.

When his fingers caressed her down there, he felt an amazing sensation that rocked his body. She was so fucking soft from there and when he entered his finger in her warm tight core. FUCK! He knew that instant, that she's a virgin. His heart did a flip that he's the first man touching her and he'll make sure that he'll be the last.

Blade’s mother ran away with the love of her life, when he was 11 months old. His father brought him up. He was spoiled since childhood. He has everything but never had the love from his parents, he cared for it until 10 years old and then he didn’t give a flying fuck about them. He was an absolute disobedient brat. The one who gets everything he wants. He don’t give a flying fuck about anyone’s emotions or feelings. All he cared about was himself. His wishes. His pleasures. His need. Only him. No one else mattered. In accordance to him, he was superior to every fucking one.

Now comes this little feisty girl tumbling in his life. She was the first girl to ever punch him. First girl who knee hit his co*k rather than worshipping it like all the other girls do at campus. First girl who made him doubt his interest in woman as he got attracted her male version of a fucking janitor. First girl who cries when he kisses her. First girl who want to murder him through her eyes. First girl who is pretty poor, yet wasn’t interested in his money. First girl who was making him play the game of chase.

If she would've shown at least a little interest in him, he sure had used his manipulating skills to get her but now as he understood her rooted sentimentals, he knows it would be a waste of time. He will get her for sure. She is a fucking challenge and he was bored for soo many years. He will conquer her and damn she is an exquisite little princess he would love to keep as his possession.

She was so fucking warm and tight that he couldn't stop but to think how his dick will feel being inside her.

The current make-out session or the punishment session they had was a pure torture to his body. The way her large busts arched into him and the way her body jolted when the vibrator started was maddening. She's so fucking responsive that it's totally impossible to control himself around her. Fuck! Her bosom was so soft, plump and firm. He wants to suck the life out of them and her lips, damn those luscious lips will be the death of him.

He hasn’t been this much excited to have a woman ever. Maybe it was her side effects.

Isabelle was crying silently as she tried to compose herself. She could easily retaliate but she was afraid of him. He could do anything to her. He is a freaking psycho, bloody deprived of women. She groggily stood up and her legs felt shaky. She stood in front of the mirror and wiped her face of all the tears. "He's a monster!" She hissed under her breath.

He had also brought a set of makeup, heels and jewellery for her. She did her soft makeup to look a little presentable. She combed her hairs and let them open to air dry as they formed the original wavy style.

She wore those heels and was looking just gorgeous. But her soul wasn't. Her body looked so perfect in that dress. The dress gave a perfect shape to her bosoms and ass, beautifully curved at her waist, she was looking just stunning and it scared her. It scared her that he'll do something wrong to her again. She didn't want to seduce him at all, but her dress will surely do the job.

She was still thinking when the door burst opened and he came inside in all his glory looking drop dead handsome. Why did God give such good looks to a psychotic, devil of a man? He was wearing a black tux with black tie. His black hair gelled back and only one rouge strand was falling on his forehead giving just an exquisite look to his arched thick eyebrows. His grey eyes, cold as always and then she noticed it. The piercing on his right ear lobe was changed with a cross piercing with diamond on the top and it gave a different look to him. His tux clearly showed the bulging muscles of his arms and chest.

He looked surreal. Too good to be true! But she knows enough of him to not get deceived by his charms.

"You look delicious!" His words sent chills down her spine, does that even count as a compliment or a death sentence.

I’m not a fucking chocolate bar!

She wanted to scream at him but she stayed quiet. The way his eyes raked her form, she felt cold all of a sudden. No man or human being was able to put such fear of them in her like he did.