Possessive Landlord: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 168)

by Flora Ferrari

  “About the real estate thing…. For now, for today. You’re mine, remember?” He growls and he guides me into the elevator with his huge hand, not even trying to keep his distance any more, which is fine by me.

  I hope we’re not going up to his room to just look at the view.

  Shit! This is really happening… okay, don’t panic… Kane’s nice. He’s really into you… just let him be into you…

  I roll my eyes, groaning aloud, drawing a confused look from Kane as we step into the empty elevator.

  “Never mind,” I whisper, realizing I have a lot of work to do in the suave sexy department, whereas Kane’s just a damned natural at it.

  I feel his eyes on me the whole way up, what feels like six hundred floors. I feel myself getting wetter than ever too, wishing I’d packed a pillow instead of just changing panties.

  Being in any enclosed space with Kane is unbearable, like having him so close and not touching him seems unnatural somehow.

  Having him not touching me seems so unbearable.

  “This is us,” he announces, taking a special key out of the controls as the door opens. I expect to see a hallway, maybe a lobby of some sort with other rooms, other doors. But it opens directly into what looks like a palace.

  A freakin’ stadium.

  Kane has to coax me out of the elevator, he’s having a little fun at my expense I can tell but it’s alright.

  “I don’t get many visitors,” he confides, and seems to disappear around one corner before reappearing, “come through,” he says warmly and I do.

  I’d follow him anywhere.

  The whole floor must be taken up with his penthouse. There’s rich carpeting, velvet curtains and plush furniture. Stylish but not overcrowded. Everything looks too expensive to touch.

  “But you don’t stay in this part, do you?” I ask him figuring I have him figured out, at least a little bit.

  He holds out his hands, palms up and I go to them, go to him without hesitation.

  “No, I don’t stay in this part. It’s the original rooms I think. Most of what’s up here is either a work in progress, or storage for things I have on the go, things planned that never panned out… or…”

  “Or what?” I ask him. But he doesn’t answer, he just leads me through to another section of the top floor, up a few stone steps and we’re in what looks like a Spanish villa style place. We could be in Mexico or Madrid, or anywhere that’s not downtown.

  Stone, earthy colors. Lots of timber and woolen rugs. A man’s man’s house, with a huge open kitchen overlooking a sparkling rooftop pool with what looks like an orchard of a garden on one side and the most breathtaking views of the city, sky and sea on the other.

  “It’s beautiful…” I stammer, looking around me but not daring to take my hand from his. I feel him squeeze my hand gently as he takes us through, showing me around some more. There’s not a hundred rooms, just plenty of space and lots of clean, bright surfaces with killer views out every single one of the floor to ceiling windows.

  “Beautiful,” I say again out loud.

  “It sure is… just perfect,” he says and I turn to see he’s been staring at me the whole time, not even registering the view.

  I can sense how he’s feeling now that we really are alone. I’m his, almost. And he’s relishing the experience as much as I’m uncertain about it all still. If I was nervous and excited before, it’s off the charts now. I’m not trembling, much.

  I want Kane, I do. But I just don’t even know how a girl like me can translate those feelings into something someone like him will enjoy. I’ve never even kissed a guy, the very thought of it, with him makes me dizzy with excitement and fear all at the same time.

  But Kane’s not scared, he’s got the situation well in hand, and mine is still in his.

  “Still having a rotten day?” he asks, his mouth turning up at one side and I feel my head shaking, then feel him pulling me closer to him.

  “Me neither,” he whispers, and he leans in, touching my lips so gently with his that I make another little sound, like I’ve landed on another planet and everything’s made of Kane.

  One of his hands leaves mine, to hold my face as he pulls me closer to him and I melt into him again, feeling the whole world disappear. Closing my eyes and then feeling his hands move over my back as I open my mouth, daring to feel his tongue inside me for the first time.

  He tastes like everything I want, a thousand times better than he smells, which is great. He’s perfect. Everything about him is just perfect.

  His groaning growl of satisfaction extends to the firm pressure I can feel rising up my front, his thick arousal pressing into my soft belly, making me lightheaded and I sway a little, making him pull back to give us both some air.

  “Wow…” Is all I can manage, feeling my hand automatically stray to his front, stroking him through his pants, making him groan as he tosses his head back.

  “I’ve waited all morning for you to do that, Trudi,” he groans, and I shudder as I feel both his hands on my chest, circling my pebbled nipples through my blouse, feeling them stiffen to a hardness that makes me moan for more.

  “I want you Trudi… I wanna make you mine for good… claim you as my own…” he growls, his lips on my neck, biting and nibbling me now as I swoon under his huge body towering over me, his hands are drawing every ounce of pleasure from me, willing me to undress so I can feel his nakedness against mine.

  I feel like everything’s happening so fast, the room’s spinning as I hear my heart pounding in my ears. I can see his shirt then his bare chest and I realize it’s my own hands tearing his clothes off, my own mouth desperate to taste his body.

  I have no idea where we are in his house anymore, but I want him to do something, anything to relieve the ache in my center right now.

  I moan like a beast, the urgency telling him it has to be now, whatever it is he wants to do to me, I want it now, I can feel myself about to come and I know he can sense that.

  I feel my pussy starting to twitch and shudder, a pulse tearing through my whole body as he runs his hands over my now naked chest.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Kane

  “Oh, no you don’t. Don’t you dare come without me tasting you first,” I command her. It pains me to do it, but I stop stroking her nipples and pick her up quickly, watching her eyes starting to close, rolling back in her head, her own climax so close I can feel it about to pour out of her.

  I have to get her someplace where I can pleasure her properly, not down here on the rug, but I’m not sure either of us can make it.

  I have to settle for a large leather couch, it overlooks the garden but most importantly, it’s close.

  I’ll finally have her, I’ll finally taste her and stake my claim.

  I peel off her jeans, which makes her gasp and jerk some more, but as soon as she’s free, both her hands are out, instinctively grabbing my hair, pulling my head straight down on her.

  As if I need any encouragement.

  I could spend days looking at her, savoring her sweet essence, but right now my girl needs to be pleasured to be relieved of the pressure I can feel building inside her.

  “Tell me you want me to taste your pussy.” I order her, my own hardness growing to an unbelievable level as I watch her eyes flash, hearing her own growl command me right back.

  “Taste me, Kane, suck on my pussy and make me come on your face…”

  I stammer a groan, hardly believing my ears, it’s like music, and the sweet scent and taste of her explodes in my mouth, making me groan with satisfaction as she instantly grinds down onto me, working her hips to swiftly maximize her own pleasure.

  I growl and grunt, groan and gasp, her own sounds making me wild like an animal in heat.

  Her perfect ass is finally in both my hands, and I hold it firmly, kneading it as I pull her all the way up to me, as close as we can get. Her legs hang over my shoulder and I work her ass cheeks with my hands, squeezing them and spreading th
em in time with my mouth’s action on her sweet pussy.

  It’s not long before I hear her rising gaps, her breathe quickens and I feel her fits clench handfuls of my hair as her whole body stiffens, shuddering as the first powerful wave of her climax washed over her, sending all her sweetness straight into my mouth, making me growl, making me grip her ass and hips tighter with my hands, swearing to myself that nobody else will ever touch her.

  Nobody else will ever taste her.

  As her first climax subsides, she purrs like a kitten, loosening her grip on my hair and making me realize we’re both still half dressed.

  In an instant I’ve taken my pants off, feeling the cool air on my bobbing cock as it’s free, finally freed and already dripping, ready for her.

  She gasps at the sight of me fully naked, I stand up so she can see me, I know how curious she is and she wastes no time in running her hands all over me as I try to free her from the last remaining items of her clothing.

  But she freezes up, starts to hesitate and I ask her if she’s alright.

  “I didn’t hurt you did I?” I ask, concerned I might have been too rough or something, but she shakes her head in the negative, giving me a faint smile, shielding herself with her own arms.

  “Oh, I get it,” I observe, not wanting to draw attention to the fact, but it’s really not the time for her to get shy.

  “Trudi,” I tell her, resting my arms on her thighs, gently prying them apart again.

  “Look at what you’re doing to me… huh? Do you really think I don’t want to see you naked? I do. I want to eat every little bit of you up… You don’t have to be shy now, we’re past that, surely.”

  But there’s something else, I can tell. I lean in and kiss her again, growling when she kisses me back, moaning as she tastes herself on my lips, and I take her hands, bringing them straight to the tip of my cock as I kiss her deeper, making her groan louder as I feel myself starting to twitch in pre-climax myself.

  “I want to claim you Trudi… I need to put this so far inside you, make you come hard on it so I can fill you with my seed,” I growl, trying to bite her neck again, but something’s wrong I can tell.

  “What is it, baby?” I ask her, settling back on my hams.

  “What’s the matter?”

  She looks away from me, ashamed and I have to tilt her face to mine with my fingers, gently commanding her to tell me what’s wrong.

  “I’m a virgin…” she whispers, and closes her eyes, a single tear running down her cheek, which I covet, pressing my lips to it before I press them to her again, holding her tighter than ever, whispering that it’s alright if she is.

  “That’s perfect honey… that’s just perfect…”

  “It is?” she asks me, sounding more confused than ever.

  “It is, because it means I’m your first, it means you really will be mine…nobody else will ever have you and I’ll be your only, don’t you see?” I ask her.

  “You… You don’t mind?” she asks, and I smile wide, beaming.

  “I’m so proud of you, Trudi,” And I kiss her again with all my heart, her gasps registering the length of my hot, fat dick pressing between her thighs, her right hand starting to work my tip in little circles, playing with the heavy precome which is flowing from me like lava.

  She’s thinking, but she’s also telling herself that she wants me, I can see she does and I’ve never wanted anything so bad in my life.

  Needing to claim her, to make it right between us. To make her a woman, my woman and to start working on that family she was talking about before.

  “I just need a minute…” she says softly and I grind my jaw, not from frustration or anger, but only to stop myself from exploding. Her hands touching me is the single most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt.

  “We’ve got time,” I tell her, “We’ve got all the time in the world…”

  And I know she’s not going anywhere anytime soon.

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Trudi

  I don’t know what I did to deserve such an understanding man, but I do know that they’re not all made like Kane.

  He certainly draws something out of me, I’ve never climaxed in my life and that was something I’ll remember forever. I’ll cherish it, and him forever, I just know it.

  With everything that’s happened today plus yesterday I just feel overwhelmed. Totally out of my element, so going all the way right now, I just need to take a minute.

  “I need some air,” I tell Kane, who opens up the balcony folding doors, letting the whole room flood with fresh air, sunshine and some distant sounds from the streets below, reminding me there’s still a world outside.

  We’re up so high, from where I’m sitting it’s easy to believe there’s nothing but sky.

  Sensing how much like a fish out of water I feel, Kane disappears then reappears within seconds with some robes for us both, casually admiring the view while I slip it on.

  I could look at the man naked all day, but my own body? That’s something I’ll have to come to terms with especially with someone as perfect as Kane watching.

  He turns to me, smiling and I can see his own arousal hasn’t let up any, making me feel guilty.

  “Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask him, unable to stop staring.

  “In the best way,” he says, coming back over to me and squatting in front of me again, rubbing my thighs with his warm hands, sending those shivers up inside me all over again.

  “We can sit here and look at the view all day, or…”

  I thought I just said I wanted to wait?

  “…Or we can go for a walk, I need to pick up a few things.”

  “What about your limo?” I hear myself asking, sounding bitter out of habit, but he only laughs.

  “I prefer walking, to be honest. If I can huff it I walk. The car’s just a car, Trudi. It’s not who I am,” he says, shooting me another of those winning smiles and squeezing my leg, letting his hands ride up to tickle me through my robe.

  I feel stupid for saying anything, but Kane doesn’t judge me. It’s like I could say the most awful things to him, break up his whole house and he’d just wait until he could hold my hand, telling me how perfect I am all over again.

  “C’mon!” he announces suddenly, jumping up onto the balls of his feet like an athlete who’s warmed up for the big race. His energy astounds me, his enthusiasm for life should be infectious.

  Me? I feel like some more of those croissants from downstairs and maybe a nap. A bath later on, binge some episodes and then bed. That would be my day if I was home alone.

  But I’m not home anymore, and Kane’s bright eyes remind me of that. He drags me up off the couch like I weigh nothing and guides me through to show me another area of the penthouse, which looks more like the size of my whole apartment, filled with racks of clothes and stacks of boxes.

  “There’s a bathroom through there, I think. You can grab a shower and find something you like from this lot… There’s a boutique downstairs, they store a lot of their old stuff up here sometimes,” he says casually.

  I must have a permanent awkward look by now, while Kane has a permanent smile. He pulls me to him, letting me feel him against me through his robe.

  “Where will you be?” I ask him, feeling a mild panic rising.

  “I won’t be far, just in my room. We’re just getting ready to go out, if you want? Or you can wear the same stuff you came in… Oh. No pun intended,” he says, grinning like a devil.

  “There’s even lingerie in there somewhere…” he murmurs, speaking softer as his eyes focus on mine, he leans in to kiss me gently again, the softest kiss that feels like his first every time.

  I want him more than anything, I need him inside me, my body’s screaming out for his. So why can’t I just give myself to him?

  I sigh and he growls, slapping my rump before cautioning me not to take too long and he leaves me to shower and find some clothes himself.

  I really don’t expect to find anythi
ng that’ll fit, but I soon realize it’s all plus sized stuff, most of it anyway.

  I’m relieved, but a little confused too. But it doesn’t take long before I have a dozen things I don’t just like, I need.

  The bathroom’s huge too, everything seems so big and spacious but I remind myself that Kane’s a big guy. Being well over six feet, and so muscly, he needs space and he’s got it in this place.

  I race to wash up, gasping at everything from the fittings, the water pressure to the towels and just, everything. The whole place is like a luxury resort and it’s his house.

  Imagine living like this every day. I don’t think I’d ever take anything for granted or complain ever again.

  Almost squealing with excitement by now I look over what I’ve picked out and shake with anticipation, knowing how much Kane will love me in this… I hope.

  Sexy lingerie was never my thing, because it never fit. This stuff is just made for my body and so sheer, so soft. I remind myself of what he said and choose to enjoy all this instead of feeling bad about it.

  I want to go show him my body in my sexy white bra and panties, but I know where that will lead.

  Later. Definitely saved for later…

  I choose a pair of slacks and a cashmere top. Real Cashmere too, something I’ve only ever dreamed about.

  There’s a pair of flats I find to match the pants and although it’s pretty simple, I feel like a million bucks.

  Kane’s growl of approval sounds from behind me as I admire myself, probably for the first time ever in the full length mirror.

  “You look amazing,” he says, and he means it. He’s not just saying it to make me feel good, which I do anyway, he really thinks I look amazing, because I do.

  “I feel special wearing these, Kane. Thank you,” I tell him honestly, “But…”

  And he rolls his eyes, chuckling to himself, “But, what?”

  “But… I dunno. It’s just all so beautiful… why is everything plus sized… and so expensive? Why do you have so much of it again?” I ask him, my ‘need to know’ brain unable to help itself.

  Still chuckling, he saunters over in just a towel, his huge rippled and tanned body against mine as he hugs me from behind.