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

by Flora Ferrari

  Hugging his arms, squeezing his close up under my stiffening chest, I tell Fox I know he does. A part of me wants to drop everything and go there too.

  “But I only just met you,” I say, not meaning to sound like I’m whining.

  “And?” Fox protests, nibbling on my ear as punishment.

  “If it doesn’t work out, you can come home whenever you want,” he adds, making perfect sense, even though I can’t see myself being able to breathe without him in my life anymore, not even for one second.

  It’s like the missing part of myself opened that door this afternoon. Like Fox is somehow that perfect, self-confidant, successful aspect of myself I always felt was missing in my life. He completes me just by being himself.

  Just by being here.

  “What are you thinking?” He asks me, and I notice the serious look on my face as I catch a glimpse of the pair of us in the section of cheval mirror not covered by my bathrobe.

  Talk about polar opposites, physically…

  “I’m thinking…” I start to say but I stop myself. I know Fox doesn’t want me talking, even thinking like that anymore. But I can’t help it, it’s true. It’s always going to be a problem unless I just tell him so.

  “I’m thinking how perfect you are.”

  Fox smiles. Kissing the top of my head.

  “And… I’m thinking about how different I am… compared to you…” I say, trying to deal with it tactfully.

  But there’s no getting around it with Fox. He turns me around, and sits us both down on the edge of my bed, which sags almost to the floor once he sits on it, making me smile.

  He opens his mouth to say something, probably something about how I shouldn’t be so down on myself, when it hits me like a brick between the eyes.

  I remember the exact moment I started to feel the way I do. Because of my size.

  “What is it?” Fox asks me, taking my hand in his and I watch it disappear inside his huge palm.

  “When I was three…” I murmur, looking past the mirror, past the room. Like I can see myself all those years ago, back at the adoption center.

  “Before my dad adopted me, they used to have us come out, put us in little play pens and prospective parents would come in and see which kids they got along with best; after they’d been matched with their choices of adoptive children.”

  Fox’s hand grips mine tighter, and I feel him pressing it to his lips.

  “I was so little, it never registered that I never got picked up, that no one ever played with me. Not until…”

  I feel the hot tears running down my cheek. I’m not upset though, just a little shocked at how clear the memory really is now.

  “What happened?” Fox demands, his voice strong but I can hear an edge of anger to it, anger at not being there for me. Not being able to protect me.

  “There was a couple, they pointed and laughed. The wife saying so loud everyone could hear ‘we definitely don’t want the fat one.’”

  I should be crying. I should be sobbing with self-pity, but I feel nothing all of a sudden. I feel like I’ve let myself down, being so hung up on a single moment from when I was so young.

  Did it really make me change how I think about myself, my whole life?

  “I only just remembered that, Fox. Just now with you sitting here with me. I’ve never told anyone that,” I tell him, and I look over, noting the intense look in his eyes.

  “My dad,” I continue. “When he came to the adoption center, he just took one look at me and he fell in love straight away, he’s the best. Not because he felt sorry for me, but because he just knew I was his baby girl.

  “He could never have a family, and once his first wife found out, she left him. She never wanted to adopt, but my dad…”

  “He sounds like a hell of a guy,” Fox says, and he means it. He’s right.

  My dad is pretty cool.

  “His new wife though… my step mom,” I say, and Fox gives another smile.

  “Thanks for sharing that story, Sonya,” he says, tracing the hair back from my face, tucking it behind my ear before he leans in to peck my lips.

  “But, you’re not three anymore. And I’m not judging you for what you think you look like,” he says.

  “I love you, Sonya. Yeah sure, we only just met, but I love you for you… Your body? It drives me wild and in case you haven’t noticed, I’m kinda switched on by it. By you. Can’t you feel it too? Can’t you feel this thing between us?” he asks, and I can’t help it, my eyes stray down to the tell-tale bulge I know I’ll see at the front of his robe again.

  This thing between us…

  As Fox leans in to kiss me, I know I’m ready. I know I want him to claim me now. The last thing I do as a girl in my room before I leave as a woman in his arms.

  My man, Fox.

  “Did you really cancel your meeting for me?” I ask, watching him nod without hesitation, telling me he’d cancel everything if it meant having me.

  “I want you Fox,” I murmur, “I want you now more than ever…”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  Fox

  It’s not why I wanted to see her room. I’m not trying to get in her pants again. But when she tells me she wants me, I know she’s ready.

  I know she’s realized something about herself, that maybe she's been holding herself back unfairly.

  “If you let me, I can love you like you wouldn’t believe,” I tell her, “Mine…” I remind her and we both fall back onto her bed, which is tiny, way too soft and just perfect because soon, there’s only two things in it that matter.

  Me and her, both naked, picking up right where we left off.

  Sonya wants to be naked now, she wants to show me what she knows gives me the greatest pleasures, and the sight of her nakedness straddling mine, my thick, fat cock riding up, pressed against her belly as she grips it with both hands is almost too much.

  She’s pumping my shaft with her hands, gasping and making those little sounds she makes. Sounds telling me how turned on she is, while my own sounds are almost a warning already. I feel like I’m about to blow if she keeps stroking me like that.

  Running my hands all over her, circling her breasts and letting them settle on those perfect hips of hers, it’s her cue to move up a little. Lifting herself as high as she can while she holds my hardness straight up, ready to enter her slick valley, which she starts to tease with the smooth roundness of my cock’s tip, making me throw my head back and groan like an animal. Dying of sheer pleasure from her touch.

  “Say it,” I demand, wanting her to tell me she’s mine at the exact moment I enter her. Needing her to tell me she’s mine at the instant I claim her as mine.

  She struggles to focus on speaking. Breathing and starting to press herself onto my meaty thickness, which makes us both groan as I start to enter her quivering hole.

  “I’m yours Fox… I’ll always be yours…”

  I clench my jaw, swearing to myself and growling like a beast.

  Fuck, she’s tight, and I know she’s enjoying the control of putting me inside her, but all I want to do is thrust myself deep up into her, filling her with the seed I’ve been holding back for so long.

  Waiting for her.

  Waiting for this exact moment to start our new life.

  I’m so proud of her, holding her up with my hands, taking her waist and hips in my hands as she slides down onto me. There’s a little second where it’s super tight, and she winces a little and then she’s taken all of me inside her.

  My body jerks under her and my hands grip her even tighter, her own body tightening, clamping down onto me as she starts to purr. Taking to it like a duck to water.

  I was worried I wouldn’t be able to fully satisfy her, that I’d blow too soon. But once I’m inside Sonya, a new and harder edge comes over me, her own body working its way over mine until we’re two forces that are made for each other.

  Like a key in a lock, I’m hers, and now I know for sure that she’s finally mine.


  Her thick thighs and wide hips mean I have the perfect match for my own body as she takes me deeper into her. Pumping up and down, riding me like she’s done it a thousand times before. I’d never know this was her first time, and I feel honored to be the one to claim her.

  Honored and proud to have her as my own.

  Once I feel her getting close, and after I know she’s had her fun being on top, I feel my own pleasure building.

  I hold her against me, and while keeping myself deep inside her, I flip us both over.

  “My turn,” I growl and she shivers an excited breath, her eyes closing and her head tipping back as I bury my face in her chest again, thrusting myself forward, and discovering an even deeper pleasure.

  Her eyes suddenly grow wide, a sound of disbelief rushing from her lips as we both feel me reaching that special place inside her. A new and wonderful feeling for her, and my own body’s signal that it’s time to claim her properly. Time to plant the seeds of our future.

  I grip her face with one hand, making sure our eyes stay locked, and feeling my own heat rising quickly inside me, she thrusts her perfect hips harder against mine until her whole body jerks, stiffens and then starts to shudder with her own climax.

  “Fox…” She gasps, her hands clawing at my body as she feels herself losing her past. The girl who she never liked is becoming the woman who is her own master, her new king at her side.

  “Take me,” she whimpers, stammering a breath at the same moment I feel the uncontrollable force rising from deep inside me, rushing to join her.

  “Mine,” I growl, and groan along with her, both of us consumed by the moment. Joined forever.

  I watch her eyes, my hands tracing over her face as I join her in our first shared orgasm, the moment I know, just as surely as she’s mine forever; that we’ve also just started something new as well as what feels like our new favorite hobby.

  It feels like forever, time disappears and it’s a new version of who we both were just a moment ago.

  This new coupling. The new ‘us’. Me and my woman, now finally joined as one.

  It only makes us feel closer than ever, making us hold onto each other tighter. Never wanting to let go. Never wanting to lose this moment.

  To share it forever.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  Sonya

  I grip Fox tighter, holding him closer. I want him inside me forever.

  I thought his tongue lashing was an eye opener, but this takes the cake. “Is it that good every time?” I ask him, both of us breathless, panting. He staggers a laugh in between breaths.

  “It is with you, Sonya… It is with you.” He assures me, kissing me hard again and somehow managing to keep just as hard inside me.

  “I’m sure you’d know,” I murmur, half to myself. I just figure being the man he is, Fox has had his fair share of any woman he chooses, but he’s frowning again. His face pressed close to mine.

  “What does that mean?” he asks, sounding a little hurt but letting it go, the feeling we have right now cancels out anything less than perfection.

  “I just mean…” I puff, “…that you’ve probably had your fair share of…”

  His finger over my lips silences me and his thickness inside me flexes in reply. It takes my mind and body away from the concept of Fox being anything but mine and me anything but his.

  “I only have you,” is all he says. “You’re all I want. All I need.” He murmurs, sounding sleepy all of a sudden and I feel my own lids growing heavy.

  I lay there with him until we both fall asleep. A deep, dreamless sleep. Something I don’t think I’ve had for such a long time, by the time I wake up, I can’t believe it isn’t the same day.

  I rest for a moment before opening my eyes. I hear the sound of birds outside, and although I can sense Fox’s warmth in the bed next to me, I know he isn’t there anymore, which makes my eyes dart open as I breathe in sharply.

  A mild panic hits me as I have the dual thought that it might all have been my imagination, or worse. That it was all real and that he’s left.

  I sit up, noticing the pleasant ache all throughout my body, like I’ve had the best exercise followed by a sleep that’s left me refreshed and renewed. But no Fox takes the shine off that feeling and I fight not to have my usual doomsday thoughts.

  Remember, Sonya… Remember what he said? You’re his now. No arguments and no doubt about it.

  I hear what sounds like Fox moving through the house downstairs. Then the faintest hint of bacon and coffee reach my nose.

  Lying on my back, I purr to myself, safe in the knowledge that this is real. That Fox is real.

  Virginity? Done.

  I sigh loudly, spreading my arms wide and stretching myself out, then sitting up again suddenly.

  Bacon?

  Coffee?

  Fox appears in the doorway, wearing nothing but a tray he’s carrying. Two cups of steaming coffee. And what looks like some fried bacon sandwiches.

  He gives a little shrug as my eyes dart from him, to the tray, then back to him again.

  I know what I could eat right now, all day.

  “What time is it?” I ask, the dreamy tone in my voice and mind gradually being replaced with reality.

  Yes, Fox is still here, naked in my bedroom now, but what happened?

  “Tell me I didn’t sleep right through?” I ask, watching his silent chuckle broaden to a wide grin.

  He sets the tray down on my desk and scratches his head.

  “I think we both kind of slept in,” he says, and his eyes stray from mine, following the lines of my body under the blankets, making his cock twitch and bob.

  I shiver a breath in, and quickly lift the covers, urging him back to bed at once, but he calmly reminds me that we have to eat.

  I widen my eyes in protest, then remind him it’s freezing, and hold the covers up long enough to give him the show he obviously wants.

  His low tone of satisfaction, knowing he likes what he sees, makes me flush. Makes me forget about food for the second time in as many seconds, but Fox seems determined to have it both ways.

  Balancing the tray with one hand, he eases himself onto my bed, keeping it perfectly balanced. Even once I snuggle up next to him, breathing him in and clutching at his warmth, he keeps the tray rock steady without any effort, able to put his other arm around me at the same time.

  “I helped myself to what was in your kitchen,” he says, handing me a plate with a large fried bacon sandwich with cheese. Instantly I feel how hungry I am, having skipped eating yesterday altogether, except for that piece of pie with Fox.

  I’m waiting for the ‘I thought you said you cooked’ comment. But he doesn’t say anything. I know the place is a mess, and the kitchen? It’s full of instant meal boxes and take out containers.

  “I don’t skip meals,” he says, tucking into his own sandwich in huge bites, giving me the social permission I need to eat how I want, which still feels a bit weird eating so close to someone, but when in Rome.

  “We have napkins?” I ask, shaking my head in wonder once I'm done.

  Our place isn’t that bad, but nothing compared to Fox’s house.

  “You do,” he says, then asks if I want another sandwich.

  I bit my lip, really wanting another one but not wanting him to get out of bed either.

  “I’m making more,” he says, pecking my nose, and I readily agree to whatever he wants.

  “Save room for dessert though.” I call after him, trying to sound sexy but thinking how ridiculous I sound trying to talk like that.

  Who has dessert for breakfast?

  Do real people even talk like that?

  But Fox’s head pokes around the door, growling with a grin that tells me he’s not just saving room for dessert, he’s expecting it.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Fox

  If I hadn’t claimed her, if she wasn’t mine for real now I know I wouldn’t be able to eat. I would never have slept or eaten agai
n if she’d gone and not come back to me.

  But she’s mine now I’ve claimed her, so I let myself have the ultimate cheat day breakfast that matches how I feel which is on top of the world.

  I tell Sonya to stay put, to stay in bed and relax while I get us some more to eat, after letting her know I expect her to provide dessert too.

  Bumping my head on the way back down to the kitchen, and then again on the low range hood in the kitchen, I decide that today’s the last day for my Queen to be in this house.

  Her place is with me now. Not here.

  I can leave her just long enough to find us some food, knowing we have better shelter close by and knowing she’s as eager for me to return to her bed as I am.

  It’s so primal, so caveman, I love it. And I love her. It’s all because I love her. Everything.

  My whole world is her now and I know she feels the same.

  Making sure I duck every obstacle on the way back up to her, I growl in dissatisfaction when I see her bed empty, but it softens as I hear the flush from the end of the hall and watch her reappear, coming out of the bathroom, drying her hands with a hand towel.

  “I thought I’d lost you again,” I hear myself saying, not wanting to sound desperate, but reminding her not to stray too far either.

  “You won’t,” she assures me, kissing me and holding my lower lip in both of hers, dragging me back into her room. “I’m yours, Fox, remember… forever.” She reminds me, making me grab her hard with my free hand, almost afraid of how badly I want her again so soon.

  “You are mine.” I remind us both, and only just managing to set the tray down, I fall back onto her bed with her, but we keep falling.

  Then darkness. The sudden gasp of her breath and then silence.

  I can’t move…

  What the fuck?

  I snarl loudly, feeling pinned down, I flex both my arms out wide ready to grab at whatever it is that’s attacked us both.

  But it’s clear to me, to both of us in a second. The bed collapsed under us, pressing us together inside the soft mattress.

  Once I push the sides of the bed frame out, we’re both left staring at each other, blinking until she starts to laugh and after a moment, I can’t help but join her.