Semua Bab His To Possess : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Calla shuddered at every word Rico let loose. Her stomach dropped as he spoke about Tristan... the way he said he should’ve kept him alive, let him beg, and make him remember. It sounded like he wanted to drag Tristan out of his grave just to hurt him again and again, and the thought made her skin crawl.Her eyes were glued to him the whole time and her skin was as white as paper."You're sick," she blurted in a whisper and gasped, slapping her mouth shut with her palms. She said it in her head, and didn't mean to air it out.To her surprise, Rico didn't get angry. Instead, an eerie grin spread on his lips."I am," he said. "And that's how I rule the world.""I'm sorry," she sighed and moved away from him, as if the distance could cool the heat of his voice. Her hands were trembling, so she hugged her arms to her chest to stop them from shaking. For a moment she wasn’t sure if she was more afraid of what he’d done or what he might still do. Her head buzzed with everything she’d burie

Calla knows better than anyone what happens if she disobeys him, so she began to strip. Her top flew over her head and landed somewhere she didn't look. Her pink Lacey bra followed suit.Her skirt and soaked panties came pooling to the ground.She was left naked under his watchful, dark, and hungry gaze. He scanned her like he was about to eat her up. Like he was a predator closely watching every move the prey made. The prey that was his lunch.Rico rubbed his lower lip slowly with his thumb, his eyes on her breast, mapping out how he was going to devour them. She saw his jaw flexing and unflexing. He murmured something that she missed, something in Italian. She noticed he mostly speaks in Italian when he's impressed or aroused.Calla's chest rose and fell, anticipating with need.He took slow strides towards her, his eyes never slipping from her tits. He reached her, taking her nipple into his mouth and biting hard. She yelped, her back arching forward, pushing toward him.His hand

It had been twenty-four hours since the text message, and Calla couldn't stop the fear from creeping into her heart and head. They needed full payment. Those men her father owed needed nothing less, but all of it. It was a huge amount... ridiculously large amount.Even though she'd been working for years as an escort to pay off the debt, it still couldn't pay off a quarter of what is owed.Makes her wonder how much and how long her father has been collecting from them.She couldn't eat, couldn't sleep well, and couldn't reason properly about what to do. She reread the text message a hundredth time and still couldn't find another meaning to it. It was clear. She had nowhere out of this, and it's either she pays or her brother would get hurt and she would never risk that.The worst part, they're asking her to go back to fucking men to earn more.Yes, Rico was generous, paying her exactly what he promised. But most of that money went into her brother's tuition and into another savings a

The air felt strange. A lot stranger than when Calla walked in. The evil smile on the scarred-brow man isn't making things any better. Her stomach twisted with disgust and her fingers curled into a fist.Before coming here, she told herself to expect anything and more. Like getting captured, walking into a trap, or even robbed. But this wasn't on the list.Hell, she would've never thought he'd ask her this. To be their spy? How? Why?"Your spy?" She asked, confusion in her tone and face. Her eyes turned to the girl who still spun on the pole, bored.The man who introduced himself as Mr Salvatore, nodded slowly. "Yes, a spy for me," he said, scratching his jaw that's covered with dark stubble. "My boss, I meant to say."He was confusing her further. Did he mistake her for someone? She's an escort and not a spy. Although, she's been approached by a handful of clients in the past, asking her to spy or blackmail someone. Either their business rival or family member—which was common in he

Calla had no idea how she got home. She was so disoriented and out of it. Her hands, which held the business card Salvatore had given her before she left, trembled, and her heart raced."Fuck. What do I do now?" She cussed, gripping her hair painfully. She checked her phone and saw three texts from Luxe.She inhaled deeply and dialed Luxe’s number. It rang once before her friend’s voice burst through the speaker, loud and worried.“Babeee! I’ve been tryna reach ya, girl!” Luxe half-yelled, half-whispered like she didn’t care if anyone heard her. “How did it go? What they say?”Before meeting Salvatore, Calla had already told her everything. Luxe had warned her to behave, keep her head down, don’t argue, and most importantly, don’t piss them off. She knew how Calla could be sharp-tongued, and those people would hurt her if she didn't behave.Calla leaned against the cold counter in her kitchen, her hand shaking as she held the phone. “It’s bad, Luxe,” she muttered, her voice low and sh