Possession by KATHLEEN HAYAT (popular romance novels txt) 📗

25. Claim

Blade moved away from the trembling little girl tied to his bed. He walked towards the coffee table where his Black Dog whiskey waited for him. He quietly poured himself some of it, he noticed how her head snapped in the direction of the noise. Blade walked towards the bed and stopped at the foot of the bed. His eyes roved her form unabashedly.

She slapped him!

Him!

No one ever dared to even yell at him and this little girl slapped him. Instead of getting all riled up at the fact of getting slapped by a mere girl. He just couldn't stop the excitement of challenge, chase and her constant denying of his touch.

What does she think of herself? A fairy? A princess? What’s so special about her? Everything of hers was like every other woman. But then again no other woman has ever denied him or challenged him head on. Heck he never ever had to put even the slightest of the effort to get laid.

She didn’t even get affected by his status. For all he knows, poor girls try their hardest to catch big whales like him who can bath them in diamonds and golds. He could do the same. But he knows she would never want it. If she had slightest interest in money, she would’ve already given herself to him willingly. It’s not that he was ugly that she behaved as if scalded whenever he would touch her.

Her ‘touch me not’ behaviour has irked him a lot. He was never a good child to listen to. He was of a kind that if his father said don’t do it he would definitely do it. That was just him. He functions in that way. Put rules in front of him and he would do everything to break those rules. Order him something and he would definitely ruin you until you beg for forgiveness and accept that he was the fucking boss.

A soft muffled moan escaped her lips and his hawk-like eyes zeroed in on her. He saw how her chest was falling up and down with each deep breath of hers. She was trembling slightly and her legs were tightly squeezed together. The drug has already started working.

Blade sipped on his Black Dog, enjoying the bitter taste as his dark eyes took every inch of her form in. He just wanted to imprint this sight of her in his mind.

“W...what did you do to me?” She rasped out and her voice was all throaty, sending all the blood rushing to his groin. Again she was like normal girl then why the fuck every breath of her and every fucking gasp escaping those plump lips was fueling his desire for her.

He stayed quiet. Standing there, watching her squirming in his bed as she bit her lower lip trying to hold in her moans.

He waited and waited and finally she broke. “P...please…” A soft plea left her lips as rubbed her thighs together for some friction. A smirk appeared on his lips, he got her exactly where he wanted her to be.

Taking his phone out. He did something forbidden. He clicked her picture making sure that her tied hands won’t appear in it. 

“I’m… I’m burning.” She rasped. She was totally naked except for one small piece of clothing on her.

“Ahhggg.” Isabelle moaned, feeling hot all over. There was an ach between her legs. Unconsciously she pulled at her hands to ease her ache away but she couldn’t. 

“What do you want, princess?” His own voice came out husky as he pressed the video option. 

“I...I… I want y...you to touch me…” She rasped those words in a shaky breath. With a dark smirk he switched off his phone and threw it on the couch.

Chugging all his whiskey down in one go, he undid the buttons of his shirt one by one as he removed his shirt. He was painfully hard for her. It wasn’t an easy task to watch her squirm and moan on his bed. Her sweet floral scent all around him. Her plump pink lips parting to take in shallow breaths and her damn beautiful bosoms, that taut stomach and those thick thighs. It was a fucking torture for him as much as it was for her. 

“Where do you want me to touch you?” He inquired in that gruff desired filled voice.

She bit on her lower lip and as if a wave of pain passed through her body that she gasped. “E..everywhere.” She breathed out.

“Your wish is my command, princess.” He rasped and crawled over her like a hungry wolf. He kneeled on top of her with his kneels on either side of her hips. His large hands grasped her tied ones.

Ever so sensually he caressed her arms, slowly his touch moving down to her ribs and then to her waist. He felt her body shuddering at his touch and a shaky breath left her lips. 

His touch was agonisingly slow and painfully sensual. The roughness of his hand against her soft skin, his skin was cold and hers was feverishly hot and it was an exotic combination. 

"Like this?" He inquired huskily, gazing at her face intently. He wanted to see those emerald orbs but he didn't want to break this trance. In no fucking way he wanted her to go all struggling, denying, feisty Belle on him.

Most of the time he would eventually stare at the body of his partner, not bothering to look at their face and most of the time he didn't even remember who he slept with, but this girl right here under him was enchanting. She compelled him to look at her face. Though her body was a sight to savour but he didn't want to look away from her face, he wanted to see how her expressions changed with every touch. He knows she was super sensitive due to that drug and even a  single caress of his was doing things to her.

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