Possession by KATHLEEN HAYAT (best fiction novels TXT) 📖

She felt his cold hand caressing her exposed thigh and she immediately tried to cover it but he grabbed her thigh possessively in his hand as if to warn her not to cover it. She was panting heavily and her body was trembling badly.

His hand that was on her thigh started making circles on her skin with his thumb. And his fingers started moving towards her inner thigh. Her free hand immediately shot to his, trying to stop his hand and it did stop but she gasped loudly as she arched from the seat. He increased the speed of the vibrator. Her breathing sparse and her hold on his hand tightened.

And just when she was about to come. He stopped the vibrator making her groan in complete frustration. Unknowingly her hand was going to her intimate part for the first time to ease herself of this torture but he stopped her hand and placed it on something.

With heavy breathing and heaving chest, she opened her eyes and then he placed her hand on his huge bulge through his pants. Her eyes widened and a current of foriegn fear ran down her spine, she immediately tried to get her hand free but he didn't let her.

His face got closer to her ear as he husked. "See you're not the only one sexually frustrated here." With that he gave a squeeze to himself with her hand and she whimpered lowly, petrified at the whole act, trying to get her hand free from him. It only caused friction and made him growl lowly.

"After this party ends, I'll make sure you'll take care of this!" He spoke seductively while squeezing himself again with her hand as he gave a bite on her neck making her shriek in pain and then he sucked and licked the same place. Her free hand was on his shoulder to push him but he won't budge.

She felt so ashamed and embarrassed because the driver could hear them clearly. Then Blade abruptly let her go, breathed in deeply, straightening himself to relax, cause going in a party with hard on isn't a good thing to show.

They both sat there relaxing themselves to calm themselves down, Isabelle was attached to the door and on the cue they reached the destination.

Blade was the first to get out and the driver came to open the door for her. She breathed in deeply and then exhaled. Telling herself that she can do it, again and again. Finally with a lot of courage she came out of the car to look at the beautiful palace-like mansion in awe. Why do all these rich people have such beautiful houses?

She came out of her admiration when he placed his hand on her lower back to guide her towards the entrance. Guards were everywhere which made her confused to think why there's so much security.

As soon as they entered inside, the large bulky guys on either side of the door bowed to him lightly. "Mr. Blade Tyson, Brad is waiting for you at the bar." One of the guys said.

Blade neither answered him in yes or no and nor did he nodded his head at those men. He just walked past them.

Rude! Egoistic! Bastard!

But why did these guys bow to him? He isn’t a freaking king. But their act completely showed Blade was a bigger whale in this party.

She thought bitterly. They walked to one of the tables and when they finally stood at their table, she breathed in deeply, because the people here were scaring her. There are so many men looking at her like they'll eat her and women who are barely wearing clothes were giving her murderous glances. Did she do something wrong?

She felt really uncomfortable. She never wants to be in the spotlight but right now she's under the invisible spotlight.

Blade saw how men were looking at Isabelle like hungry wolves and he just wanted to rip them apart. He has never felt this angry before in this case. But somehow he didn’t like their eyes on her. He can see the girl was tense, maybe he shouldn't have made her wear this dress, it's giving a perfect shape to her bosoms making them appear more busty and her ass was looking plump and round and her exposed white creamy leg, when she walks. Fuck!

He grabbed her waist and pulled her closer to him. Making her gasp and then he looked at every man dead in the eyes to give them the message. 'Stay the fuck away from my girl!' And they all somehow got his message and looked away.

‘My girl?’ His conscience asked but he dismissed the thought.

On cue someone cleared his throat from behind him and Blade turned around along with Isabelle to find Brad grinning at him. Brad's eyes slowly looked at Isabelle and they widened for a fraction of a second. "Fuck! Don't tell me she's the janitor boy?" He asked with disbelief in his voice.

Blade smirked and Isabelle ashen, another guy from the university, got to know about her. He is Blade’s goon. "She is!" Blade stated proudly as if showing a trophy.

Isabelle felt really awkward and sad. Brad's eyes were roaming her body from head to toe and she was about to take a step back because of his gaze but Blade's hand on her back didn't let her take a step back. Instead Blade snapped at Brad. "Don't fucking stare at her like a creep!"

Brad flinched at his tone and immediately looked away from Isabelle and looked at Blade. "Sorry bro! You're taking it in the wrong way. Anyways enjoy the party." Brad spoke smoothly, and then went away with a slight nod.

Isabelle didn't know why but she liked it when Blade told Brad to not stare at her but it didn't make her forget what he did to her all the time.