by Aria Cole
Possessed
Aria Cole
Mila Crawford
Mila Crawford and Aria Cole
Praise for Aria Cole
Cole knows what he wants as soon as he sees it.
He has never wanted anything as much as he wants Silver.
When she shows up at the bar, he works in a shamelessly short nun's costume on Halloween night. He can barely remember his name.
Now they are accidentally trapped, completely alone, and Cole finally makes his move. He is making Silver his, forever.
But secrets are lingering in the shadows that want to tear them apart.
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Contents
Synopsis
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
First Epilogue
Second Epilogue
Also by Mila Crawford and Aria Cole
About The Authors
Synopsis
Cole knows what he wants as soon as he sees it.
And he’s never wanted anything as much as he wants Silver.
When she shows up at the bar in a shamelessly short nun's costume on Halloween night, he can barely remember his name.
Now they’re accidentally trapped, completely alone, and Cole finally makes his move. He is making Silver his, forever.
But secrets linger in the shadows that threaten to tear them apart for good.
1
Silver
“Aren’t you supposed to wear something sexy on Halloween?”
“This is sexy. The whole forbidden fruit bit and all that.” I looked down at my long habit and shrugged.
“A nun costume is not sexy. Well, not that one anyway.”
“Look at you, little miss no longer a virgin. Now you think you’re some sort of subject matter expert.”
Harper had been my best friend for a long time. Our whole lives, I was the more mature one, but now she had a leg up on me when it came to sex. One thing I knew nothing about.
“I’m not an expert,” she said, side stepping to not tread on the long robe I had on. “Normally, you see people dressed as naughty school girls, or sexy cats. I don’t think men see nuns and think, ohhh that’s hot.”
I stared down at my robes, my hand going up to the cross necklace dangling on my neck. I felt foolish. I was a smart girl, funny, charming, fun; but when it came to Cole Porter I was incredibly nervous. That’s why I was hoping this Halloween party I could actually shed my skin and be someone else.
“Isn’t a costume supposed to make me less nervous?”
“That only changes you on the outside.” Harper grabbed my hand and dragged me to her bedroom. The place was packed with boxes, since she had been planning to move in with her fiancé, Jessie. He was the over-protective type, always worrying about her to an annoying excess. But if I was being honest, I was envious of their relationship. I wished I had what they did. The way they looked at each other, or with one glance knew what the other needed. Jessie and Harper were the dream.
“What are you planning on doing with those?” I asked, watching her open and close a pair of scissors.
“If you’re going to be a nun, you’re going to be a sexy nun.” With that, she cut the habit, taking it from floor length to so short that if I bent over people would see everything. The whole money shot.
“Oh my god,” I shrieked, moving away from her and her weapon of choice. “I can’t even bend over in this.”
“That’s the point.” She smirked.
“The hem is cut all weird. I look like I picked up some rags.”
“What happened to my sassy, fearless friend?”
“Cole Porter,” I said, my eyes catching my reflection staring back at me in the full-length mirror.
“Silver, you’ve been dancing around each other for years. Why is it making you act like a hot mess now?”
“He kissed me,” I said, closing my eyes. A sigh escaped my lips as my head fell in frustration.
“Why didn’t you tell me? When?”
“Last week. He saw Malcolm talking to me, walked right up to us and kissed me. It freaked poor Malcolm out.”
“I think he’s got a crush on you,” Harper said, her head focused on the hem of my now very short habit, fixing it with some tape.
“Malcolm? That’s absurd.”
“No, Cole. If he just kissed you because you were talking to a guy, there are some strong feelings there. If y’all just jumped each other’s bones all this nonsense could be over,” she said, rising off the floor and standing behind me as we both stared into the mirror.
“Whoa, whoa, did you just make this shorter?”
“Well I had to fix the choppy hem line,” she said, before winking at me. “Don’t worry, you can thank me later. Now we’re ready for a Halloween party.”
The room was packed, crowds of bodies piled to the rim. There wasn’t anywhere you could move without someone rubbing up against you.
A loud crash of a beer bottle breaking. My eyes shot towards the sound. Cole stood there, his body crushing a giant man up against the wall. My eyes squinted to make out the dark figure who now had a broken bottle up against his neck.
“What the fuck is he doing?” I looked over at my best friend, her hand gripping my wrist. “What the fuck is he doing?”
“Bouncer stuff?” I shrugged, my eyes moving back to Cole and the dark figure.
“Isn’t that Malcolm?” Harper’s voice sent a shiver down my spine. Malcolm was one of the teaching assistants in my chemistry program. “He’s crazy.”
“He isn’t crazy,” I said, turning and narrowing my eyes on Harper.
“He is holding up broken glass to Malcolm’s neck. He is fucking crazy.”
I glanced in their direction again and panic started setting in. I could feel my heart pounding with anticipation but not at the thought of Malcolm getting hurt, but at Cole getting in trouble. I grabbed Harper’s hand and started tugging, moving us in the direction of the two men.
2
Cole
The fucker was pinned, my left arm holding his frame up against the wall as I held the broken beer bottle against his neck. I knew I’d lose my job because of this but I didn’t care. Hearing the little weasel talk about Silver that way made me see red.
“What the fuck is your problem, man?” he sniveled, his hands up in the air in surrender. I could feel his pathetic body shaking under my arm.
“You should watch how you talk about her.”
“About who?”
“Cole, let him go.”
I froze. I turned my head and saw her standing there in a dress so short that it made me see red again. What the fuck was she doing wearing that? It was way too short. All the dirty fuckers like this prick were staring at her legs. My fucking legs. My girl. I wanted to go and gouge all their eyes out. Rip them right out of their damn sockets.
“What the fuck are you wearing?”
“A costume,” she said, her hands fisted at her sides, her sweet face turning red, out of either anger or embarrassment.
That shouldn’t have shocked me; working at the bar for years I had always seen my share of girls that came out dressed like playboy bunnies. Walking around, trying to ooze sex appeal in order to get some guy in their trap. I had never even given them a glance, but seeing Silver like that made me rock hard and irrational. She was fuckin’ kryptonite to me. Every time I saw her, I just wanted to bend her over and fuck her until we were both raw. “Let him go,” she demanded, touching me, burning me with the heat of her raw touch.<
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“No. He needs to learn a lesson,” I said, pressing my arm tighter on the guy's neck. Wanting to press harder to hear it snap. I felt fuckin’ crazy. I knew I was completely out of control, but I hated that he was always around Silver, talking about her, trying to make moves on her. The shit needed to know what happened when you went sniffing around another man’s woman.
“Cole, please.”
Hearing her beg did something to me. In that moment I loosened my grip and put the bottle down on the bar. I didn’t like hearing her voice shake, she sounded unsure and worried and I hated that I was the cause of that.
“You fuckin’ ever look at her, talk to her, or breathe near her again, and I will snap your fuckin’ neck.”
“You’re fuckin’ crazy, man.”
“Yes, I am. So you keep that in your mind next time. If you see her, you turn and go the other way.”
I dropped my arm and the weasel stumbled to get his footing before running out of the front door.
“What the fuck was that,” Silver asked, her friend Harper by her side looking just as shocked.
“That was me making sure that weasel didn’t sniff around what’s mine.”
“Yours?”
I walked over to her, so close that I felt her sweet breath. My fingers touched her soft hair. I brought the strand to my nose and took a deep breath, taking her smell in, devouring it. I didn’t think it was possible to get drunk on someone until Silver. From the moment I met her, I knew that she was it for me. She was heroin and I was a junkie. I tried to stay away from her, I was a bruiser, always in and out of trouble, she was so pure and so perfect. But then I saw her with the fucking chump and it made me mental. I just walked up to her right then and there in front of everyone and kissed her. I wanted to claim her, for everyone to know that she belonged to me, and only me.
“You can’t deny it. You belong to me,” I said, leaning in and whispering in her ear. She took a heavy intake of breath, letting me know that I affected her too.
“You okay, Silver?” her friend Harper asked, stepping closer to us.
“Mmmhmm,” Silver mumbled.
“Okay then. Ummm, I’m gonna call Jessie and get him to pick me up.”
“Okay,” Silver said. There were hundreds of people around but all I could see was her.
“You’ve been a bad girl, Silver.”
“You’ve been a neanderthal,” she shot back.
I grabbed her by the waist and swung her over my shoulder, moving her through the crowd to the back office.
“What are you doing, Cole? Put me down.”
“No.”
“Aren’t you working?” she asked, kicking, her long legs almost landing on my throbbing cock.
“Not tonight. I’m only here for you.”
I dragged her into the office and locked the door behind us. The room was dark and secluded. No one could find us there.
“Why are we in here, Cole?”
“Because I’m tired of waiting. I’m going to claim what’s mine.” I walked over towards her, blocking her with my body. “You got one shot, you can leave now. But if you stay you’re mine. Forever.”
I waited for her to answer, to turn, run. Tell me to go fuck myself. But she just stood there, nodding her head. Her eyes looked dreamlike, half shut. I couldn’t take it anymore. I grabbed her, pinning her on the wall. I grabbed her hand, pulling it over her head and I crushed my lips to hers. I was a man starved, needing her like I needed breath. I parted her lips with my tongue, delving in, tasting her, and wanting more.
“You’re so fuckin’ sweet,” I mumbled into her mouth, my teeth grazing her bottom lip before I nipped. I heard her take an intake of breath. My hands roamed down her body, going up her skirt, just at the edge of her panties. “I can feel how hot you are, Silver. Heat coming right off that cunt of yours.”
I flipped her around, bending her on the desk, pulling her silly nun costume above, exposing her black satin panties. “I like these,” I said, pulling the elastic and snapping it, making her jerk. I slowly peeled them off her, exposing her sexy ass to my sight. They were perfect globes, making my mouth water so badly that all I wanted to do was take a bite. “You’ve been a bad girl, Silver. What should we do about that?”
“I-I don’t know,” she panted, raising her ass to me.
“You know what a bad girl gets,” I said, raising my hand and slapping her ass. One hard, loud slap that left a red handprint on her creamy skin. “You like this, don’t you?” I asked, slapping her again. “Answer me,” I demanded.
“Yes,” she yelped. My fingers roamed and I found her delicious center. “God, Cole, yes.”
“You’re so wet, baby. Look how this pretty pussy leaks for me. Whose cunt is this?” I asked. When she didn’t answer right away, I added a second finger and started pumping in and out. “I asked you a question,” I demanded.
“Yours. It’s only yours.”
I felt like a mad man, completely out of control. I wanted to be gentle but I liked having her like this under my thumb. I wanted her to be completely out of control, at my mercy. I was insane in that moment and high on Silver.
Chapter 3
Silver
“Come here, beautiful.”
A small smile spread across my lips when his hands yanked me against him.
His icy-blue eyes darkened to a navy, his pupils dilated as they perused my body. I wanted to be offended; I knew with anyone else I would have been, but with him, it ratcheted up my desire. Had me desperate for him. I thought about rebelling, telling him I didn’t like being told what to do, but I fucking did and it surprised me as much as anything ever had.
“It's worth saying, I haven't been with anyone in years. I'm clean, Silver, and I need you bare.”
“Cole...” His words were like fire inside my veins.
“Baby,” he growled, fisting the bulge of his cock through his pants. “Strip for me.”
I sucked my lip in between my teeth, my eyes wide with desire as I peeled my nun costume over my head. His eyes flicked down to my chest, taking in the black lace of my bra, my breasts heavy and flushed with need for him. I twisted my arms behind my body and unhooked the clasp. I looked up at him, held his eyes as I pushed the straps down and let the fabric drop to the floor at my feet. I covered my breasts with one arm as I stood in front of him.
“Move your arm. Let me see your tits.”
My gaze trailed down his hard body. His rough hands molded around my breasts, tweaking at my nipple, twisting and massaging. My breasts were sensitive and achy as he cupped them. He growled as his lips tried to take in both nipples at the same time. He sucked and swirled, kneading the achy flesh as he used his teeth to nip and tantalize the hard peaks.
“Could stare at your tits all fucking day, Silver.” He pulled away, his thumbs flicking over the nubs painfully.
Wetness flooded between my thighs at his words. My body was too turned on, my brain saturated with lust. “On your knees.”
I dropped on the floor and looked up just as he pulled the zipper and freed his large and pulsing cock.
“Suck me.” He held his cock at the root with one hand and weaved his fingers in my hair, pulling my head toward his thick length.
My breath came out in rough pants as he teased the head at the edges of my mouth. I licked my lips and then took his silky shaft in my hand, trailing my tongue up his length before plunging him in my mouth.
He growled from above me as his body twitched while I tried to swallow him whole. I breathed through my nose, willing myself not to gag as I bobbed on his length. I peered up at him, his head thrown back, neck straining, the cut lines of his abs in high relief as he gasped. I slid both hands up his thick thighs to land at the sharp angle of his hips. My fingers dusted along the cut muscle of his abdomen as I sucked and swirled my tongue, before taking him to the root again and swallowing, the engorged tip lodged in my throat.
“So fucking sweet,” he growled as he rocked his hips slowly, a hard
grip in my hair. “You like being on your knees? My cock in your mouth? You like it when I fuck your lips, Silver?” He groaned as he set the pace with his hands on my head.
My pussy was dripping with arousal, trailing down my legs. I reached one hand down and slid my fingers through the wetness. I’d never been so desperate to have him inside me. A part of me wanted to be appalled at his ordering me around, but him taking me so completely, so unapologetically, was such a turn on. I wanted to rebel, to push him away and yell, but my mind couldn’t focus on why I should be angry when I had his beautiful, heavy cock thrusting in and out of my mouth.
I moaned as I pulled and massaged at my clit.
“Don’t touch what's mine,” he bellowed, and my eyes flicked open and peered up at him. His stormy blues were glaring down at me. “I own all your orgasms from now on.” He thrust his dick farther in my mouth before yanking me away. “Up.”
I stood from the floor, naked in front of him.
He lifted me and strode two steps to plant me on the counter. He pushed me back and peeled off his pants, his dick long and thick and aimed straight for me. My eyes watched the beautiful sight before me and I wanted nothing more than for it to be back in my mouth, bringing him pleasure.
“You want my cock, baby?” He grinned and fisted his dick in his hands, pumping long and slow, his grip firm and unrelenting. “Answer me.” He flicked his thumb over the tip and it twitched in his hands.
