Possessive Neighbor: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 174)

by Flora Ferrari

  So why am I acting so childish?

  Because I’ve just met the man, that’s why. He could be some psycho for all I know. I mean, who goes around in nothing but robe all day with a hard on like that?

  The man of your dreams, that’s who.

  Look at his house, look at what he’s offering… you want to walk away from a man who’s clearly turned on by you?

  Fox is very possessive, right off the bat, but he has also just warned me that working for him is akin to him owning me.

  It also makes me gush whenever I hear him say things like I’m his in that deep, commanding tone he has.

  I try and bluff, like I’m gonna leave but there’s something that makes me not only stay, it makes me want him more than ever.

  Even though I have zero experience with men, I know if I walk away I’ll never find out what might have been.

  Plus, he’s not shy of a dollar, that’s for sure. What’s the worst thing that can happen? I get paid well for working in my dream house, the house he’s just told me to come live in with him?

  I need something stronger than pie, but it helps my brain’s blood sugar levels get around what’s happening. And, it’s actually delicious for a store bought pie.

  Fox watches me more intently than ever as I serve us both, then he urges me with his eyes to start eating.

  I feel self-conscious at first, but his low groan of satisfaction before he licks his lips and devours his slice in two bites using one hand without taking his eyes off me, tells me he has more than pastries on his mind.

  “I meant what I said, Sonya… if you’re to work for me, as a housekeeper. You’ll need to be here 24/7. I might need you at any hour.” He says slowly, intoning his words and licking the tips of his fingers slowly.

  I open my mouth to protest again, to try and think of a reason to say no, but he cuts me off.

  “…if… it’s a matter of money. You’ll be paid whatever salary you think is suitable. To compensate you for the time spent here… with me.”

  The last few words send a shiver up my spine, almost making me blurt out I’ll stay for free. If he keeps getting around half naked and only wanting to be fed pie, I think I can handle that.

  But I do hear my dad’s voice in my mind, reminding me of how to be a responsible adult.

  Plus, I know he’ll freak when he hears about this.

  “I said look for work, Sonya, not shack up with the first man who laid eyes on you…” or something like that. It’s so like something dad would say.

  “You haven’t even told me what it is you do, Mr. Silverman.” I protest, trying to work my way back up to telling him I’m going home, even so I can just get my head around what he’s offering.

  If my dad didn’t live a few doors up the street, I’d be getting my things right now, but I just know there’ll be hell to pay when he finds out what’s going on here.

  “I’m in finance,” Fox says with a tiny shrug. “I work from home, or wherever I happen to be.” He says factually. Calmly. Plainly.

  Because it’s true.

  Everything he says is true, because it feels like he’s too good to be true. It’s the only thing holding me back.

  Okay, second thing holding me back…

  “And call me Fox, Sonya,” he says firmly.

  His eyes move down my body again, and I feel my chest stiffen all over again. I want him to want me, and I only wish I had the courage to take the first step. To act on this feeling I know we’re both sensing.

  But I don’t want to blow my only chance at a job either… Oh, It’s gonna be hard work if this keeps up.

  “Now, Sonya,” he continues. “Instead of being combative about things, how about just saying yes. Say you’ll come work for me and we can figure things out as we go.”

  I feel my head tilting back, the words are coming.

  But something makes me pull back. I dunno, maybe it’s just all too fast or maybe I just can’t believe something so good could ever happen to me.

  “I’ll have to sleep on it.” I hear myself saying, and I watch Fox’s face change. He’s not angry, but I can see he’s a little hurt.

  What are you doing?

  I get up, planning to collect his plate and perform my second duty, by stacking the dishwasher.

  Leaning over to reach his plate, Fox turns his face until both our mouths are almost touching, making me gasp.

  I feel his body shift slightly, his huge arm brushing my nipples through my sweater, which makes me shudder and I feel my eyes starting to roll back as a low sound escapes me.

  “Why are you denying me, Sonya?” he whispers. I turn my head away slightly, only to feel his lips on my ear, sealing the question in my mind.

  I jump as I feel his hand on my face, cupping it towards him, we face each other closer than ever now. I know this is the moment we kiss.

  The moment we’re supposed to, but I can’t take the lead. He’s waiting for me, I can feel him.

  “Mine,” he whispers, letting my face go but I hover there, my eyes half closed as if in a dream.

  “Fox…?” I whimper, and I feel dizzy. My ears pop and his hot mouth is suddenly pressing hard against mine, making me moan as soon as I taste him. Making me want to bite down on him, force all of him into me somehow in one swift movement.

  My hand goes out as I feel like I’m losing my balance, finding his rock hardness under his robe instead of the table, making him snarl like a rabid beast.

  He pulls back from me long enough to say something before kissing me harder still, telling me what I already know, “See what you do to me, Sonya? You can’t leave… you mustn’t…”

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Fox

  I wait for her, but it’s clear she needs me to take charge. It’s impossible to go on with this energy between us. To try and even attempt to live without dealing with it would be foolish.

  I reach for her face again, kissing her hard, trying to convey the passion she’s stirred in me. Hoping it will quiet it some if we finally kiss, touch and hold each other closer, but it only intensifies everything.

  It intensifies my need for her and her need for me.

  I stand up from the table, almost tipping it over in my haste to get my arms around her body, pressing her as close to me as I can while my tongue explores her mouth.

  She is the sweetest tasting, best thing to happen in my life, ever and I don’t have any plans to let her go. Not now. Not ever.

  I know she’s a little shy, it may be even intimidating for her, but she needs to learn. To know that she’s perfect and I want her and only her in my life from now on.

  We tear at each other, her hands as desperate for me as mine are for her. All of her and I let my robe fall open, groaning as her hands explore me but I feel her tense up as I try to free her beautiful body from her clothes.

  Both my hands close on her chest, working light circles around her thick nipples soon convince her and I help her lift off her sweater, immediately burying my face in her warmth as I thank god she isn’t wearing anything underneath.

  She’s holding me close to her, shivering with excitement as my mouth finds its prizes. Those two bullet hard nipples begging to be sucked, drawing moans of ecstasy from Sonya as she feels her own arousal awakened beyond her control.

  She squeaks as her legs go out from under her. I scoop her up and her arms go around my neck while we continue to kiss, I feel my way to the couch with my feet. Gently lowering her down onto the brand new white Italian leather, which she melts into. I pull both her legs towards me, widening them as her eyes do the same.

  I thought I could wait, but no. The feeling of wanting her is too much for me.

  “Fox… I …” she whimpers, overcome with her own desire for my body on hers, she’s trying to tell me something but we’re both under a different spell now. It’s past the looking and thinking stage.

  It’s time for me to stake my claim.

  “Tell me you’re mine, Sonya… don’t make me beg. Give yours
elf to me… tell me you’re mine,” I demand, unbuttoning her jeans and lifting her with one hand as my other hand pulls them down, revealing my second prize. Her swollen mound, sodden through her cotton panties.

  She’s moaning so hard, making all the sounds of someone who’s close to a climax as I can imagine. Her head is thrashing and she’s mouthing the word yes, but she’s trying to say something else in between before finally yielding all her control to the power of my touch.

  Her jeans are cast aside, along with her panties which I easily tear from her with two fingers, drawing a shuddering gasp that’s more of a warning for me.

  She’s too close. She could climax at any second and I’d miss my chance.

  My first taste of her in my mouth.

  I’m hovering over her now, growling with appreciation for what’s in front of me. I want to savor the vision of her, her perfect thighs framing her quivering pussy but the pressure of both her hands on my head tell me I have something more important to attend to.

  I explore her curves with my hands as my tongue and mouth set to work, closing over her entire dampness in one movement, making her buck and twitch under me.

  “Fox.” Is all she manages to say in a husky tone, her whole body stiffening as I grip her ass cheeks with both hands, pushing myself deeper into her mound as she has the first climax I intend to deliver.

  Using my tongue and gently stroking her most delicate areas with my chin and face, I prolong her pleasure for as long as she can take it.

  Finally begging me to stop as her teeth chatter, pleading for a break between waves of uncontrolled pleasure.

  Using my hands over the rest of her, it gives me time to explore the landscape of her perfect curves. Her milky white, smooth and soft skin, making my hands quiver at its touch.

  “Mine.” Is all I can. Telling it to myself, to Sonya and to the whole world.

  She’ll be mine from now on.

  Forever.

  Like she’s coming out of a trance, Sonya slowly becomes aware of her surroundings again, and once she puts my face back in focus, the source of her pleasure, she draws it up to meet hers.

  I kiss her tenderly, savoring the taste of her mouth mixed with her sweet essence.

  Her hands become tangled in my hair as she struggles, like I do, to grasp hold of every inch of her skin that I can, pressing all of me against her. Our perfect, skin on skin sensation that leads me to my next instinct.

  To claim her properly, filling her with my seed which is rising up in me, aching to join her deep inside.

  But her faraway, dreamy look starts to take on the concern she showed when I started to undress her. She’s suddenly self-conscious again.

  Tense for a different reason.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask her softly, stroking her hair back from her face, showering her with gentle kisses.

  I don’t want to believe anything could be wrong at such a perfect moment, with such a perfect princess, soon to be my queen.

  “I… I’m a virgin,” she says, flushing a deep red of embarrassment and putting her hands flat against my chest, expecting me to pull away.

  But how can I? It’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever heard.

  “Of course you are.” I smile, shaking my head in wonder. “It means I’ll be your first. Your only, don’t you see? It’s perfect… just like you.”

  Perfect.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Sonya

  I’ve never felt anything like it. I’ve never even kissed by a boy, let alone… well. Fox is no boy and he has the moves to prove it in about a minute flat.

  Before I know it, I feel faint from his kiss, which is like sensual overload for my body. My knees go weak and before I know it, I’m topless, on the leather sofa with Fox between my legs.

  I’m trying to tell him, trying to explain so I don’t embarrass myself, but it’s useless. I can’t control myself once his hands are on me.

  It’s incredible.

  And once he has his mouth over my pussy, I love it completely. I’m sure I’ll never be the same persona again.

  I’ve never touched myself, not like this. Barely even look at myself when I change or try clothes on. But Fox does something to me, releases something inside me.

  And it just keeps coming.

  I have to tell him to stop. It feels like I’ve exploded into tiny pieces, feels like I’m disappearing altogether.

  I know he’ll want to claim me properly, to make me his. So I have to tell him.

  Being a virgin. I thought he’d laugh or be grossed out. I thought he’d not want me or I don’t know what I was thinking.

  But he doesn’t mind. He wants me even more because of it, and I know it’s too soon but I already know that I love him. That I do want to give myself to him and him alone.

  Fox Silverman… his name chimes through my mind as his huge muscular frame presses against me, his hot thickness riding up the inside of my thigh as he growls his intentions to make me his.

  I should be moaning again, throwing myself wide open for him.

  “What is it? Sonya? Are you alright…?” he asks me gently, tenderly.

  He looks concerned, but not because he thinks I won’t let him take me. He’s concerned because I must look how I feel.

  Not a hundred percent ready.

  Not right this second.

  Without even saying it, without making a big deal, Fox slows everything down. He takes it from eleven to a three or four in a few seconds and I breathe easier. I know he wants me and I want him, I do.

  “I just…” I start to say, but his firm lips are on mine, his huge hand cupping my face gently tells me everything.

  It tells me he’s okay with this.

  “It’s been a big day so far.” Fox observes, and I glance down, his huge member bobbing between my legs still, making me want to touch it more than anything.

  “Your first time shouldn’t be rushed… not on a couch,” he says to himself and starts to shake his head, but I take hold of his face in my hands and pull him towards me again, kissing him harder than ever.

  Thanking him, promising myself to him and showing him he’s not doing anything wrong… far from it.

  “I feel stupid,” I tell him, making him frown. His eyes narrow on mine.

  “Don’t say that Sonya, not even once, okay?”

  “I mean… I just feel awkward…” I squeak. “You’re this huge hunk of muscle… and here I am… I mean look at me!” I say louder, hearing the emotion in my voice, which is silenced by Fox’s finger over my lips.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Sonya,” he whispers, and I kiss his fingertip, which he traces down my body, making me shiver, squirm and shudder until finally I’m laughing as he tickles me.

  My ultimate weakness.

  “Aha!” He exclaims. “I’ve found your secret spot,” he laughs, before his face grows serious and intense again, kissing me deeply and I moan as his hand presses against my mound, his thick finger finding its way inside me easily, making me gasp.

  “You see what you do to me?” he repeats, almost shivering as he draws back.

  I can tell he wants me more than ever, so why can’t I just yield to him?

  Why can’t I just let him take me here and now?

  “We can if you want…” I hear myself saying, not knowing what I want anymore. I want him so bad too, it doesn’t make sense to wait. But…

  I don’t know anything anymore... whatever he did to me, it blew my brains out…

  “Only when you’re ready,” Fox says with a deep tone of finality, kissing my forehead as he does up his robe, making me pout.

  I fish into his robe with both hands, freeing his hardness and gasping at its size, the heat from it as I gently squeeze it with both hands, making Fix moan deeply.

  “Now that’s not fair,” he says, his breath shivering in and his jaw tightening as he swallows. I watch his Adam’s apple move up and down as he fights his own urges.

  “Sonya…”
he warns, and I watch the thick line of clear liquid run from the swollen tip.

  “I only want this in one, special place when it goes off,” he says and I sigh as I lose touch of it.

  “Can you pass me my clothes?” I whisper, suddenly feeling a chill as well as extremely vulnerable from my nakedness, making it Fox’s turn to give me an exaggerated pout.

  He makes the silliest face, which I know is close enough to mine to make us both laugh.

  “We should both go naked…” he starts to say before seeming to suddenly remember something.

  “Ahhh, shit!” he exclaims, and winces, looking around for a clock but it’s clear he’s just remembered he has something else to do apart from me.

  Or does he?

  “What is it?” I ask him, feeling my legs cross, my arms covering my own chest. Suddenly not wanting to be naked anymore. My own memories of what I’m supposed to be doing today flooding back.

  My dad… the house… my job?

  Fox’s look doesn’t change. He hasn’t changed. He still wants me, I tell myself.

  I think…

  But I can’t help feeling a stab of hurt as he announces he has a meeting he’s late for now.

  A meeting he forgot all about when I appeared.

  Uh huh.

  He tells me he has to get ready, that it won’t take long, but by the time he’s gone from the lounge, checked the time and made his way back, I’m already trying to get dressed again.

  I wonder if he could’ve made a better excuse to get rid of me once he realized I wasn’t going to put out.

  I’m sure that’s not what it is… he’s a busy guy.

  But in no time, my internal dialog, the one I end up fighting with, starts to sound more like my dad than myself and before I know it, I’ve convinced myself that Fox Silverman is really just giving me the brush off.

  The same patterns of my own behavior unravels, conspiring against me once again, as I convince myself somebody else wouldn’t want me because I’m fat.

  CHAPTER NINE

  Fox

  Fuck.

  I’d drop everything. Give anything to have the rest of today with Sonya, I really would. But there really is a meeting I just have to get to. Too many other people’s welfare depends on it and if I miss it…