Possessed by You

by Jo-Anna Walker

  I shook my head and walked over to my couch, flopping down on it. Holding my head in my hands, my heart raced against my ribs.

  “Evvie.” Brett wrapped his hands around my wrists, kneeling at my feet. “I have so much to say but I don’t know where to begin.”

  “I don’t want to hear it.”

  “I need to tell you—”

  “No!” My head snapped up. “I can’t have you tell me you love me and then leave me. I won’t go through that again.”

  “I don’t want to leave you. I want to be here, with you, if you’ll have me,” he said, stroking my wrist.

  I frowned. “I don’t understand. Why now? Why after all of this time, Brett?”

  He sat back on his haunches and wrapped a hand around my ankle, caressing his thumb back and forth over my foot. “I…” His jaw tightened as he struggled to find the right words. His deep blue gaze met mine. “Claire isn’t pregnant.”

  My eyes widened.

  “She had a miscarriage but honestly, I don’t even know if it was mine. I guess I’ll never know,” he said, staring down at his hand on my ankle.

  My mouth went dry and although I was relieved, my heart felt heavy for him. I knew he didn’t want Claire to be in his life forever but it had been a couple of weeks so he must have been getting used to the idea.

  “Is she okay?”

  Brett met my gaze, his eyes warming. “As far as I know, yes. It was a week ago and I haven’t seen her since.”

  I chewed my bottom lip, not knowing where to take this conversation. We needed to talk about us but I didn’t want to stop him from telling me what had really happened. “Are you okay?”

  He let out a heavy sigh. “Yeah.”

  I waited, a fluttery emptiness soaring through my belly. We sat there for what felt like an eternity when Brett rose to his knees and grabbed my hands. He kissed my knuckles before meeting my gaze, his eyes boring into mine.

  “I’m going to beg for your forgiveness. I will make you fall in love with me again and if it’s the last thing I fucking do, I will make you mine. Again.”

  As much as I wanted to believe him, I couldn’t. Not yet. “You can’t just say you’re sorry and expect me to forgive you. It doesn’t work that way, Brett.”

  “I know I’m a dick, possessive, controlling…whatever word you want to use and I know that I lied. But the love I feel for you is not a lie, Evvie,” Brett said, his voice pained. “I wish you could forgive me now but I know that it takes time. Especially after all the shit I put you through. I don’t expect that. I just—”

  “Was that the only reason you broke up with me?” I knew the answer. I knew deep down in my belly that there was more to his story.

  He grimaced and let out a deep breath. “No.”

  “I didn’t think so. Tell me.”

  He met my gaze, a hint of amusement in his gaze at my demand. “Claire knows things about me. Threatened to ruin me and my career if I didn’t break up with you. I was arguing with her one night when Mathis walked in and overheard everything. He’s the reason I’m here. He put an end to her shit.”

  My heart lifted. “What things?”

  “She said she would tell everyone about my dark sadistic ways. Tell people that I force pain on the women I sleep with. She,” he swallowed hard, fury flashing in his gaze. “had bruises on her and threatened to report them to the police, telling them it was me that hit her. I didn’t. I swear to fucking God I didn’t.”

  “I know. I would never think that of you.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him tight against me. Claire. That woman was evil. My pulse pounded in my ears, my vision clouding over the threats that had almost destroyed us.

  “I didn’t. I would never abuse a woman,” he said against my shoulder.

  “I know,” I whispered.

  “I’m so sorry. I should have come to you in the first place. I shouldn’t have tried to deal with this on my own.” Brett pushed out of my arms and rested his head in my lap.

  Running my fingers through the hair at his nape, I sighed. The tension that had built up on my shoulders since Brett had broken up with me, lifted off of me.

  “Please forgive me. I’m begging you.” He looked up at me. “I want you to be mine again.”

  “You hurt me, Brett,” I said, my voice small.

  His jaw clenched. “I know.”

  “But I’m…” I took a breath. “You can’t leave me if you get scared. You need to come to me.”

  “I know and I will. I fucking promise I will.” His eyes twinkled as he rose to his knees. He lowered his mouth to mine and when I thought he was going to kiss me, he hugged me instead.

  My stomach clenched but I returned the embrace. The scent of musk and man invaded my nostrils, sending a flutter through my heart.

  “I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

  “I love you too,” I whispered against his neck.

  “God, I don’t deserve you.”

  I pulled back and cupped his cheeks. “We’re in this as one. Together.”

  He nodded and kissed my forehead. “I will do anything to make you happy again. To make you trust me, forgive me, love me again. I will spend the rest of my life making this up to you, lover.”

  Tears welled in my eyes and I threw my arms around him making him fall back on his ass.

  He returned my hug, squeezing me with everything in him. Like he was never going to let me go and I revelled in it.

  ***

  I stirred awake feeling light and elated. The few hours I slept were the best I’ve had in weeks.

  After our very long talk that brought us past the dawn of morning, we went to bed. Brett had kept his distance, not pushing me. Just he lying beside me had helped me through the night.

  I turned onto my back and met his open stare, my heart flipping.

  “Mornin’.”

  I licked my dry lips and swallowed. “Morning.”

  “Can I touch you?” he whispered.

  Words froze on my tongue at him asking for permission. I nodded, needing the feel of his hands on me.

  He reached a hand out from under the covers and brushed a finger down my cheek before running his thumb over my bottom lip.

  An electric current travelled through me, but I laid still, needing him to be in control. To take what he knew we both wanted and craved.

  A tingle ran down my spine at the soft caress of his finger over my mouth.

  “Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice lowering.

  I watched as his tongue peaked out between his lips. The fact he was asking me for permission left me breathless. This was something I had never seen from him before. He was always in control. Took what he wanted, demanding my pleasure.

  My heart thumped and all I could do was nod.

  He cupped the back of my neck, his mouth inching towards me. He paused, hesitating before brushing his lips along mine.

  The kiss was tender and was filled with so much love, tears burned my eyes.

  His hot breath caressed my skin making my mouth part. I needed to taste him.

  Placing my hand on his shoulder, I pressed my mouth hard against his.

  His body relaxed, his mouth opening as our tongues licked and explored each other.

  My core clenched with need, desire curling deep within me as the kiss deepened.

  Brett rolled onto his back, bringing me with him.

  My eyes widened as I straddled his waist. “Brett,” I breathed against his mouth.

  His hands roamed down my body before moving under my shirt to squeeze my hips. “I’m giving you my control.”

  My heart skipped a beat and I looked down at him. My fingers brushed his hair off his forehead and placed a soft peck on his kiss swollen lips.

  “Make love to me,” he whispered, running his hands up my body.

  I sat back and pulled my shirt over my head.

  Brett’s eyes travelled down my naked body, heating my skin under their dark scrutiny.

  Moving
down the length of him, I knelt between his legs and pulled off his boxers, springing free his thick erection.

  My sex clenched at the sight. Hard and swollen, the tip glistening with pre-cum.

  I licked my lips and lowered my head, stroking my tongue up the velvety underside of his cock.

  It bucked against my mouth, a hiss escaping Brett’s lips as I slowly closed my lips around him.

  The salty essence coated my tongue, sending my taste buds on overdrive. His hips thrust upwards, pushing him deeper into my mouth.

  I moaned and wrapped a hand around the base before releasing him with a pop.

  Our gazes’ collided, as small bursts of air left his lips.

  Keeping our eyes locked, I licked the tip and smiled when his breath caught.

  “Lover,” he groaned, the muscles in his neck straining. Despite his obsessive need for control, I revelled in how much he fought the urge to take it back.

  I kissed his hip bone, the muscles hard under my lips. Grazing my teeth over the hard flesh, I nipped his skin gently, smirking when his cock jumped.

  But as much as the need for play tried to take over and take things slow, it had been way too long. I straddled his hips, placing my hands on his tight stomach and ran my soaked core up his length.

  “Fuck. Me,” he growled, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.

  A hot shiver ran down my spine as I repeated my movements, over and over again, torturing us both.

  “Please. Shit. Evvie.” Brett’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and I took that as my chance.

  Lifting my hips, I gripped his waist and lowered myself onto him. I whimpered, my body stretching to meet his size. He filled me to the hilt as I slowly circled my hips.

  “Faster. Please, lover,” he groaned.

  Hearing him beg changed things. He had given a part of himself that I had never seen before.

  My hips sped up. Sweat coated our bodies as I rode his cock, hard and fast, slamming my pelvis against his.

  In a quick move, he sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and cupped my ass.

  I gasped and cried out as my body opened to him, taking him deeper.

  “Ride me. Fuck my dick like I’ve taught you,” he growled, digging his fingers into my flesh.

  He didn’t move as I licked between his lips, devouring his mouth. I lifted myself up and down his length, panting at the delicious feeling of him inside me again. My fingers dug into his shoulders, scratching my nails into the hard contours of his back.

  “That’s it. Control me. Take what you want from me, lover,” he demanded.

  I circled my hips faster against him and threw my head back.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered.

  I smiled and placed a hard kiss on his mouth, wrapping my body around him. “Come with me.”

  He grunted and dug his fingers into the flesh of my ass.

  I moaned as a sting of pain erupted through me.

  A wicked smirk spreading on his face. “My little vixen likes some pain mixed with her pleasure.”

  I leaned down and licked along his jaw, the stubble scratching my tongue.

  Brett tilted his head and leaned back on his elbows.

  His breath caught but not enough to my satisfaction. “I think you do too, lover boy.”

  His chuckle sounded more like a groan.

  I took the hint and trailed kisses down his chest, slowing my hips. I swirled my tongue over the taught peak of his nipple, his cock swelling inside of me.

  A hiss left his lips on an exhale.

  I smirked and gasped when he pulled my head back.

  His eyes darkened. “I’m giving you one last chance to finish this. If you don’t, I will give you the pain your body desires, lover.”

  He lowered his head to my neck, his teeth running over my skin.

  I whimpered, a tingle shooting through my center.

  “You like my teeth grazing over your skin. The anticipation flowing through your body wondering if I’m going to bite you or not.” His sharp teeth trailed over my collar bone sending a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. “Do you want me to bite you, lover? Want me to give you pain with your pleasure?”

  I cried out as his teeth bit into my shoulder, a sharp pain spreading through me. My pussy clenched around him at the unexpected sensation.

  “Mmm…I think you like that. Now, fuck me. Hard.”

  Lifting my hips, I did as he said. As much control as he gave me, I knew it wouldn’t last long.

  I placed my hands on his chest and dropped onto him, a shiver running up my spine at the rough impact.

  He groaned as I did it again. A tremor of ecstasy shot through my body. I screamed his name as pure bliss heated me from the inside out.

  His cock swelled inside of me, pulsing his release, filling me with his warmth.

  I crashed against him, my heart racing.

  Brett ran his hands down my back, holding me tight. “I’ve missed you. So fucking much.”

  I kissed his chest and looked up at him. “I’ve missed you.”

  He smirked. “I can tell.”

  I laughed and sat up when he flipped me onto my back.

  His eyes smoldered as he held my hands above my head and looked down at my body. He licked his lips. “I enjoy seeing my marks on you, lover.”

  My heart flipped at the deep husk of his voice.

  His fingers ran down the middle of my body before wrapping around my throat. Possessing me. Taking the control that I so willingly gave him. He leaned down and licked my bottom lip. He closed his mouth around it and sucked hard.

  My core clenched, my skin humming at the rough pull.

  He growled. “Mine.”

  ***

  “Are you happy?”

  I smiled at the concern in Ethan’s voice. “Yes,” I said, leaning my head back against the couch. The sound of running water erupted through my small apartment. I pulled my feet under me, my body twitching with each movement. I smiled to myself, remembering the hard way Brett used me after he took back the control.

  “Are you sure?”

  I laughed. “Yes, I’m sure.”

  He nodded. “So I guess you don’t need me to kick his ass then?”

  “No.” I patted his arm. “We talked. Everything’s—”

  A hard knock on the door made me jump and I frowned. Ethan looked at me and shrugged.

  I walked to the door and opened it. My eyes widened as I mentally smacked myself for not checking the peephole first.

  “Why hello, Evvie,” Claire purred, licking her gloss injected lips.

  My stomach cringed. “What the hell do you want?”

  Her green gaze looked behind me.

  I turned my head.

  Ethan rose from the couch and glared as Brett rounded the corner, running a white towel over his wet hair.

  “Perfect timing,” Claire whispered.

  I frowned and stepped in front of her when she tried to come into my apartment. “I don’t fucking think so. You need to leave. Now.”

  She sneered. “I forgot something here.”

  Bile rose in my throat. “Ethan, go get whatever she forgot please.”

  “Fuck my life,” Ethan mumbled, his feet shuffling down the hall as he left the living room.

  “So, you two cozy again? Getting reacquainted? Did he show you his dark, sadistic desires yet, Evvie?” Claire crooned.

  I glared. “I think you should stop before I throw you out.”

  She rolled her eyes and looked down at me. “Bitch, please.”

  Ethan stepped up beside us and handed her a plastic bag. “We’re done. Leave.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “Did Brett tell you that he got me pregnant?”

  My jaw clenched. “I know every—”

  She smirked. “I don’t think you do. It’s his fucking fault I lost the baby.”

  “We don’t even know if it was his,” I said, my voice calm even though my nerves were racing a mile a minu
te through my body.

  “Oh it was his, Evvie. I made sure of it.”

  My eyes widened and I pushed her, not wanting any more of an explanation. “I have three brothers. I’m not fucking scared to hit a woman, bitch. Get out. Now.”

  Claire looked over my shoulder. “You’re seriously not going to do anything? After all that we shared?”

  “Why would I? You’re dead to me,” Brett said, his voice calm.

  A gasp escaped her lips before her eyes went cold, deadly. “Fuck you all.” She spun on her heel and left my apartment, slamming the door shut behind her.

  A breath left me on a whoosh and I hugged myself.

  “Evvie?”

  I looked up at Ethan and patted his arm before turning to Brett.

  He sat on the couch and placed his head in his hands. The air around him crackled.

  Ethan squeezed my shoulder and headed down to the hall toward his room.

  I walked over to Brett and sat beside him, placing my hand on shoulder.

  His body relaxed under my touch. “I’m so sorry.”

  I shook my head. “You didn’t know she would show up.”

  He looked up at me and sighed. “No. But I knew she wouldn’t give up easily.”

  “Do you think she’ll be back?” I asked, my heart thumping hard.

  “At some point, yes.”

  I sat back and let out a deep sigh. As much as I couldn’t stand Claire, a part of me felt sorry for her. Pining over a man who hated her. Did she really love him? Or was it a sense of possession? Maybe she felt a deeper need for him like Brett felt for me.

  “Did he show you his dark, sadistic desires yet?”

  I curled my fingers in Brett’s and held him tight, placing my arm around his shoulders. My fingers lazily grazed his nape.

  No matter what cravings he had that I hadn’t seen yet, I would accept them. Or at least learn, but so far I embraced everything he threw my way. Willingly.

  Leaning against the counter, I waited in anticipation, nervous butterflies flying through my belly.

  When Brett rounded the corner, our gazes collided. My body bloomed at the mere sight of him. He pulled off his suit jacket and placed it on the back of the chair before taking a step towards me.

  “Cooking for me, lover?” he asked, brushing his knuckles down my cheek.

  His question, although casual, was filled with so much lust, all I could do was nod. After being with him for weeks, you’d think I would get used to his demeanor. His commanding ways. The way he oozed with a sex appeal that still left me breathless and wanting.