His Possession (The Owners, 1)

By: Sam Crescent

“Really? Is that what you do on your spare time? Earn money on your back? Spread those pretty thighs for any man?” Cadeon knew he shouldn’t have said the hateful words, but once he started he couldn’t stop. Her actions surprised him.

Out of nowhere, she moved closer and struck him, her palm stinging across his face. “How dare you?” she said.

Cadeon smiled, grabbed her hand and brought her close to his body. “The little mouse has claws. I like it.” He stared into her brown eyes. His cheek stung, but his heart raced as the need to take her in his arms grew stronger. He leaned down until he was a breath away from her lips. Her body fit perfectly against him. His assessment was right as the curve of her hips couldn’t be mistaken. She was gorgeous and supple, and he wanted her with a desperation he hadn’t known existed inside him.

“You’re my boss,” she said, her free hand resting on his chest.

“I don’t care.” Cadeon slammed his lips down, taking control of her in his arms. She struggled for a few seconds and eventually relaxed. Her lips didn’t respond. “Kiss me back.”

Her head shook, and Cadeon had no choice but to lift up and stare down at her.

“You’re mine,” he growled against her lips.

“I’m no one’s.”

Smiling down at her, he knew it would be only a matter of time before he had this flower right where he wanted her. In his bed where she was meant to be from the very beginning.

Chapter Two

Violet shook as his hands roamed up and down her back. Never had she been touched so intimately by a man before. His words delighted and scared her at the same time. She didn’t know how to respond or to react. Did every man say such words to a woman?

For the rest of the journey he didn’t let her go. They remained with him leaning over her, his hands on her back resting a breath apart. She pressed hers against his chest and waited for the car to stop. Once it stopped she could call a taxi and be gone. She’d hand in her letter of resignation and leave as soon as possible. Finding work would be hard.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said.


“I can see what you’re thinking. I won’t take any letter or you quitting. I want you close by.”

Was he able to read minds?

“You can’t keep me against my will.” Before he could respond, the car pulled to a stop, and the driver informed him he was home.

One of his hands moved from behind his back, and he cupped her chin in his. “I’m going to take care of you whether you like it or not.”

Surely, women could fight against this kind of possession? Cadeon kept her in his arms as he got out of the car. Since the drive from her house it had started raining. Cadeon picked her up as if she weighed nothing and placed her on her feet only when they were firmly inside his house.

An elderly lady waited by the door and regarded her with a puzzled expression. Violet understood the woman’s feelings. Violet was just as confused.

“Mr. Ashwood,” the elderly woman said.

“Bring some tea into the sitting room, Anne. Violet and I have had a long night.” Cadeon took her hand and pulled her in the direction of what she assumed was his sitting room. He moved so fast she didn’t have time to see his house. Nothing stood out, and in no time, he entered a room where a log fire was burning in the hearth.

“You must be freezing,” he said. Removing her coat and jacket, Cadeon threw them across the room. He sat her down and removed her shoes, followed by her tights. She gasped as he reached up under her skirt grabbed the waist band of her tights and pulled them off.

Next, he removed his own coat and jacked and pulled her to her feet where he wrapped his arms around her.

She didn’t have time to say anything. Cadeon knew what he was doing, and even though his presence unnerved her and to a point scared her, she couldn’t deny the small thrill being in his arms had created. Her hands stayed by her side as he rubbed part of the cold out. She hadn’t even realised she’d been shaking until now.

“I’ve got you.”

For some reason she imagined Cadeon wouldn’t let her go. His interest in her was startling. A year she’d worked for his company. Through her recollection she could only recall two elevator rides with him. Their meetings had never been verbal, and her time with him had been short. Why was he interested in her?

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