His Possession

POV Katarina Andretti

I feel like I'm having an out of body experience right now as I am being taken away from father. I can’t believe this. I’m livid! My father, my own flesh and blood, gambled me away like I was nothing to him. I worked three jobs during school to pay for my tuition and I still managed to get all A’s and become valedictorian, so why couldn’t he stop gambling? I know it’s a disease, an addiction, but it still hurts. I said my final goodbyes to my dad and watched as he drove away. Then I felt someone standing behind me and when I turned around, there he stood with a victorious smirk on his face, Mister King.

He grabbed my arm and placed me inside the limousine, then he slid in right next to me. I looked at him from my side view, not wanting to meet his eyes. He stood about 6foot5 and was muscular-built with dark brown hair that was slicked back neatly, a goatee that was well-trimmed, and hypnotic emerald green eyes. I knew who he was.

Everyone knew about Alejandro King. He was a huge mafia boss and owned lots of businesses both near and far. He was known for being a ruthless murderer who’d snap your neck in a second, so I knew that whatever my father did was not good and that is why I made Alejandro promise me that he wouldn’t hurt my father.

I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe my father gambled me away to this dangerous man. I can feel his gaze boring into the side of my face, but I look out the window of the car watching as the neighborhoods drift by. Suddenly, I am taken out of my thoughts by the feel of a hand on my thigh, HIS hand on my thigh. What is with him? Why can’t he keep his hands to himself?

I moved away from him but he just chuckled and stared at me.“ What’s the matter, angel? Do I make you nervous?” he licks his tongue over the rim of his drink. I didn’t answer him.

I just continued to stare out of the window. “ Look at me when I am speaking to you, Katarina!”

I looked at him and crossed my fingers in front of myself on my lap, “ W…Why did you take me? I mean couldn’t you have gotten your money some other way?”

I was nervous as I asked him. I mean, he’s a notorious killer. I don’t want to piss him off, but I am curious. Hopefully curiosity doesn’t get me killed. Alejandro lights up a cigar and takes a puff, then roams his eyes up my entire body.

" Your father owed me money and he couldn't repay me. I'm a businessman. Besides, you're the sexiest woman I have ever seen, Katarina. You are my possession now. I own you.” He grabbed me and pulled me into his lap, then brushed his lips against my earlobe, causing goosebumps to run through my body and he whispered huskily, “ You belong to me, Katarina. You’re all mine.”

Oh my, the way he says my name literally has me clenching my legs together. I shouldn’t allow myself to have these thoughts. What the hell is wrong with me? I need to stop this now! I tried to move from his lap but he held me down with one arm. He’s very strong. I tried to fight him as his breath fanned my face and again he moved his hand over my thigh again. I swatted his hand away and he licked my ear with his tongue.

“ Y…You can’t own someone… you don’t own me, Mister King.” I stammered. What is he doing to me? He shouldn’t be touching me like this. He ran his hand further up my thigh, in between my legs close to my core, and I pushed at him, trying to get away again, but he just tightened his grip on me.

“ Tell me something, Katarina, why do you jump when I touch you? Haven’t you ever been with a man?”

I snapped my head back at him and again pushed away his hands from my body, “ I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

I heard a groan leave his lips and he kissed my neck, sucking on my nape before licking it with his tongue. “ Oh my, my Katarina that’s such a fucking turn on. I bet you have never ever had an orgasm, hmm? ” What is wrong with him? Is he some kind of horn dog or something?

He grazed my earlobe with his teeth and I felt myself getting hot. " I bet you never had an orgasm like the ones I can give you, have you? Do you want a preview of what it'll be like being my wife?"

He slipped his hand up further between my thighs and then moved my panties to the side as he stroked his finger over my nub and I bit my lip to hold back a moan. What is he doing to me?

“ That’s a good girl. Tell me how you want your husband to pleasure you? I want to know all about your deepest fantasies, Katarina”.

I turned to look at him and noticed he'd been staring at me this whole time through the mirror I just happened to see on the limousine ceiling. First question is: why have a mirror on the ceiling?. Second question: why does he watch me the way he does? I shifted when I felt something poking me in my butt and I heard him groan out loud, so I stopped. What the hell?

“ Um, Mister King, Can I please sit on the seat now, there’s something poking me and it’s quite uncomfortable sir. I promise I won’t move any further away.”

I look at him shyly and he starts chuckling, then grabs my face in his hand. “ You are so fucking adorable, my angel. Yes, of course, I will allow you to sit in the seat because you have been a good girl. I always reward my good girls, my angel.”

Slowly I moved from his lap and was about to take a seat when he slapped me on the butt, causing me to jump by the shock it sent. He looked at me mischievously then sipped his drink as he watched me sit down. What does he want from me? What happens when he grows tired of me? Does he kill me then? I couldn’t stop the thoughts racing through my head and shuddered at the thought of him killing me.

My face must have been transparent because he grabbed my hand and held it between his intertwining them and I snapped my eyes to his gesture.

“ What is it, Katarina?, he begins, then places his finger to my forehead, “ what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he chuckles then grabbed my chin, lifting my chin up to meet his eyes,

“ You’re not plotting an escape are you?”

I swatted his hand away and looked away. I don’t appreciate his making jokes when I am seriously thinking about what my future holds. It’s scary not knowing. Once I get to his place what will happen? Will I be treated like a slave? I'd like answers.