King's Possession

by Stone, Piper

  King's Possession

  Piper Stone

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Afterword

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  King’s Possession

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Chapter 1

  Lucian

  “Loss and possession, life and death are one. There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.”

  Hilaire Belloc

  Possession.

  Power.

  Perversion.

  These three words had entered my mind more than once during the last two days while I’d formulated a plan. I wasn’t a man to be fucked with and that’s exactly what Angelo Rossi had done. I’d reached the end of my patience.

  Now he was going to pay.

  I took a deep breath, adjusting the cuffs on my shirt, twisting the black onyx cufflinks as the elevator shifted to the top floor. The man held the key to increasing the King empire, but only if he’d allow us into the coveted Diamond Dealer’s Club, an exclusive portion of the Diamond District. One of the most powerful locations in the world, it was a place where millions of dollars were made and lost on a daily basis. Four hundred million to be exact.

  I found it interesting that the man had kept his more modest, albeit posh office.

  When the elevator pinged, I smirked, my cock aching. There was nothing more arousing than the act of revenge, especially if it meant obtaining a precious gift. I took long strides toward the double glass doors, an entrance to the man’s domain. Little did he know I was about to crush him like a bug.

  As I blew by the receptionist, she blustered as she tried to stand.

  “Sir, you can’t do that!”

  I could do anything I wanted. After all, I was a member of the King family. I already knew that Angelo was huddled behind the massive mahogany doors. He’d made the ultimate mistake of avoiding my calls. When I walked into the office, the pompous asshole rose to his feet, his face reddening, a nervous tic already formed in the corner of his mouth. I could smell his fear along with the stench of a recent cigar.

  He was wise to be terrified of my presence. I held all the cards.

  I moved to within inches of his desk, offering a smile as I gazed down the length of him.

  “What… What are you doing here, Lucian?” he asked, his voice much weaker than normal.

  “It’s time you and I finished our business. However, I’ve changed the terms. They are non-negotiable.” I’d waited patiently for him to honor what few stipulations I’d made. In my mind, the deal had been simple, lucrative for both parties.

  I’d supply his brokerage firm with pristine uncut diamonds. He’d provide an entrance to the exclusive club for dealers as well as his personal push to ensure the King family was fully entrenched, including being provided with a number of clients. He’d chosen to turn his loyalty somewhere else.

  While I’d wanted nothing more than to have my Capos pay Mr. Rossi a visit prior to my arrival, I’d made the decision that keeping his ugly mug intact better suited the needs of the King family.

  However, if he dared cross me on any point within the contract, I wouldn’t hesitate to use one of my father’s creative methods of providing pain.

  “You can’t do that.” Swallowing hard, he backed away a few inches, nervously raking his hand through his thinning hair. He’d been the top dog on the food chain of the diamond industry for years, amassing a wealth almost comparable to that of the King empire.

  Almost.

  For that, he’d sold his soul to the devil, a New York crime syndicate who ruled a portion of the East Coast with brutality and threats. Only he’d made a serious mistake.

  “I can do any damn thing I want, Angelo. I’m the king of New York. Whether or not you agree, I simply don’t give a damn. You’ve refused to allow my business to be a part of the esteemed Diamond Dealer’s Club and that’s not acceptable. In addition, you’ve spread rumors regarding the quality of the King family diamonds. As you can imagine, that pisses me off.” I planted my hands on the surface of his desk, keeping the smile on my face. I was aware he could see the handle of my weapon, which had been fully intended.

  Angelo paled, terror forcing strings of sweat to roll down both sides of his face.

  “What do you want from me?” he asked.

  “Well, it’s your lucky day after all.”

  After wiping away the perspiration, he offered a single nod. “Okay.”

  “Here’s how we are going to play this. It’s time that the King family become more connected to the Rossis. Before you ask how that might occur, I’ll tell you. I am marrying your daughter. She will become my possession upon your signing a contract that I’ve brought with me today. After that, you will not only allow my family’s entrance into the exclusive Diamond Dealer’s Club, you will ensure that the Kings’ business is first on your agenda, assisting me in every way.”

  “You can’t do that. I won’t allow that to happen.”

  “As I said, this isn’t a request. This is a demand you will agree to or I’ll have no choice but to provide evidence to the Vitali mafia Don of your betrayal.”

  I could tell he hadn’t expected the statement I’d made. I allowed him the opportunity to absorb the ramifications of what I’d told him. Several emotions crossed his face, his mouth twisting in fear and frustration.

  “That just can’t… You can’t force me to marry off my daughter! You have nothing on me or my business.” His insistence made me laugh. “She’s my daughter.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. I can do anything I want. If you don’t do what I say, Don Vitali will know of your betrayal within the hour.”

  “You’re bluffing.”

  “You should know me very well by now, including my methods of operation. I never bluff.” I took my time tugging a series of papers from my jacket, unfolding and sliding them across his desk.

  He darted a look down then into my eyes before grabbing them with a shaky hand. I felt extreme satisfaction when the realization set in that I could not only ruin his business but also destroy the lives of himself and his family.

  “You’re a bastard, Lucian.”

  I rose to a full standing position, taking a deep breath. “That I a
m, Angelo.” I shifted around his desk, standing in front of him and unbuttoning my jacket.

  “You can’t do this. My daughter was promised to Vitali’s son.” He backed against the wall, gasping for air, unable to take his eyes off my Glock.

  Lazaro Vitali. Now there was a man who’d been born with fewer brains than most. Sadly, he was also a true savage, savoring bloodshed more than anything else in his life. I’d heard about the supposed arrangement through an informant, which only made this play that much more satisfying. While Genevieve meant nothing to me, I refused to allow something so precious to fall into the hands of a cockroach. “I’m curious, Angelo. Does Genevieve have any idea you’ve betrothed her to such a fucking monster? Do you know how many women he’s beaten badly, forcing his father to fork over tidy sums of money in order to keep them quiet? Then there were those who disappeared. What a shame.”

  “And what are you? You and the rest of your brothers act as if the entire world is your playing field. You’re nothing but scum. You are murderers who enjoy destroying lives.”

  While his words riled me, I was in a damn good mood.

  After all, I was getting married.

  “I’ll need your decision, Angelo. I don’t take your actions lightly, nor does any member of my family. As you might imagine, if Don Ciro Vitali found out that you’ve scammed their organization out of at least two million dollars, I could imagine his reaction. I’ve heard that their brand of torture is among the finest in the industry. However, my guess is that you’ll be required to watch as your lovely wife and daughter are made examples of what happens when you cross the Vitali family on any level. That would be… painful. I don’t want that for you.”

  After another deep breath, I walked toward one of the windows in his office, peering down at the world beneath us. I loved New York. The sights, the smells, and even the bustling activity. What I didn’t love was the pretentious bullshit I’d been forced to deal with for years.

  A full minute passed while Angelo suffered from the decision he had to make.

  “I’m not a patient man. What had you decided?” I finally asked, not bothering to turn in his direction.

  “I was right about you, Lucian. You are a cold-hearted killer with no regard for human life.”

  I chuckled under my breath. “Another compliment.”

  “Damn you. Fine. You can have my daughter.”

  The fact he simply gave her up like she was nothing more than a toy for sale disgusted me.

  “Excellent. The wedding will be in a few days. I’ll have the contract delivered to you within an hour. After that, you will instate the King family as honored members of the club. You will also ensure that my business becomes the focal point of your activities. For that, I will maintain your secret to my grave.”

  “Fine.”

  I turned to face him, walking behind his desk and crowding his space. “However, if you attempt on any level of cross me again, I won’t hesitate to end our relationship in whatever way I see fit. Then, I will do with Genevieve as I see fit. Do. You. Understand?”

  “Yes…” he hissed, actually managing some level of gumption.

  Nodding, I kept my heated gaze on him for a few seconds. The man was a weasel but controllable. “Arrange an engagement party for tomorrow night, Angelo. And make certain you invite the press. I want the event one of the finest held in New York this year.”

  He exhaled, his body sagging. “One day you’re going to come to regret this, Lucian King. I will make certain of it.”

  “Be careful who you make threats toward, Angelo. Without thinking twice, I could crush you like a bug.” As I walked toward the door, I could hear his heavy breathing. So far, this was a damn good day.

  Genevieve Rossi was a gentle flower, a beautiful reminder that there were still virtuous things on this earth. However, I wasn’t a good man, my plans regarding the sensual woman sadistic on every level. I would enjoy having a new toy.

  Soon, my stunning bride would learn to obey my every command.

  I would enjoy every second of tasting her sweet pussy.

  Fucking her in every hole.

  Deflowering her in the most vile and filthy ways.

  Then I would break her.

  After all, she was my possession.

  Chapter 2

  Genevieve

  “When passion meets inspiration, an obsession is born.”

  Anonymous

  Obsessed.

  Not only my family but my friends had called me obsessed, my hunger to create the perfect work of art keeping me awake at night. I’d felt the calling to create since I was a child, spending endless hours drawing pictures in vivid detail. While I enjoyed painting, working with clay was the passion of my life.

  I pulled away from the pottery wheel, easing my foot off the pedal. The humidity in the room was oppressive, forcing me to rub the sleeve of my shirt across my forehead. As I sat back, a smile crossed my face. The beautiful piece of pottery was exactly as I’d envisioned. I’d spent almost a full two days locked in my studio, preparing several works of art.

  Or at least I hoped that’s the way they’d be considered.

  Exhaustion was close to the surface, but I still had one last piece to create. Then I’d be satisfied I had enough for the gallery showing. While the small store wasn’t well known, at least it was a start. I grabbed a bottle of water, still admiring the piece.

  When I heard the sounds of footsteps, I cringed. This was my private space, the only location in my parents’ expansive house that was truly mine.

  As the door opened, I closed my eyes. I’d know my father’s heavy footsteps anywhere.

  “Genevieve, we need to talk.”

  After taking a deep breath, I shifted in order to face him. The look on his face was full of apprehension, his muscles pinched. While I’d known he’d been under a significant amount of pressure, his face was positively ashen. He darted a glance toward my creation, frowning as he’d always done.

  “What do we need to talk about?” I tried to keep the disdain from my tone, but it was difficult. I had a contentious relationship with my father, a man who hated everything about my decisions. I’d known since I was a small child about his level of disappointment that I hadn’t been a male. Given my mother hadn’t been able to conceive another child, his disappointment in me had continued to grow over the years.

  I grabbed a rag, wiping my hands before standing. I could only imagine what I looked like, disheveled and covered in clay. As I stood, forcing myself to face him, he walked closer.

  “There is no other way to say this. You’re getting married.”

  At that moment, I was shoved into a vacuum. My father never joked about anything. He was the meanest, nastiest man I’d ever met, his work the only thing that mattered to him. But this was… horrifying. “What did you say?”

  He took another few steps closer. “I said, you’re getting married.”

  I laughed, tossing the rag. “Who I choose to be with is my choice, Father.” I’d yet to care about a single man in my life, but I’d heard the discussions he’d had with my mother about finding the right suitor.

  “That’s where you’re wrong. You’re my daughter and you’re going to do as I say. You sit up here all day long, making trinkets that won’t sell for a goddamn thing. You waste your life while taking up space. It’s about time you’re good for something.”

  A rush of humiliation and horrible pain flashed through me, unwanted tears forming in my eyes. While my father had never been a loving man, his inability at showing emotions something I’d simply learned to accept, this was out of character even for him. “I’m a grown woman, Father. I will do what I want, even if that means moving out of here. I don’t care.”

  He laughed, turning his attention to the pottery and figurines I’d created with loving hands. “With what money, Genevieve? You have nothing but the allowance we give you. No job. No education. Nothing. You are going to do what I tell you to do. You will be prepared to get marri
ed. That way, at least you will be worth the trouble of having you. The wedding will be in a few days.”

  Anguish washed through me from hearing his horrible words, but my resolve kicked in as well as my anger. Fuck him. “Bullshit. I won’t do it. There’s nothing you can do to make me. This is my life. Mine.”

  “The contract has already been signed, although I will need your signature. You’re not a little girl any longer, Genevieve. You will do what’s required. I’m through with you acting like a spoiled brat.”

  “A contract?” I hissed, instantly receiving a look of admonishment from my father. My father had never called me spoiled. To see the look of spite on his twisted face wasn’t just horrifying. It was telling. “You sold me like cheap goods. How dare you do anything so horrible. How dare you!” I’d raised my voice, something I’d rarely done with my father. Now I no longer cared what he thought or even what he did.

  “It is done. You will honor the terms of the contract.”

  My father had signed away my life with the stroke of a pen. “Does it make you feel good, Father, that you’re selling your daughter in order to protect your little world?”

  When he took two long strides closer, fisting his hand, instead of backing away as I normally did, I stood my ground, holding my head high.

  His face was riddled with fury, veins popping on the sides of his neck. Then he did something I would never have expected.

  He destroyed every creation in my room, tossing the pieces of pottery across the room, beautiful bowls and vases, some that had taken me months to perfect. As the sounds of the fragile pieces being smashed into fragments filtered into my mind, my world turning upside down, I slid to the floor, unable to stop shaking.