บททั้งหมดของ His To Possess : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Calla tapped her foot nervously against the concrete floor of the pastry shop, chewing on her nails as her eyes darted around, checking if anyone was watching her.She stared down at the burner phone in her hand, waiting for the message that always came around this time.It had been over a month since she started working as Salvatore’s spy. The day after she called him to say yes, he sent her a brown box.Inside were a burner phone, two mini trackers, and a tiny microphone. He only spoke to her through text messages that erased themselves ten seconds after she read them.Her first job was to plant the microphone in Rico’s office—which she did, hands trembling the whole time.The tracker, though, was harder. It was small, magnetic, and waterproof. Salvatore told her to stick one on Rico, and the other on one of his shipment trucks. The second part was almost impossible.Rico never discussed his business with her. She didn’t even know what the inside of his warehouse looked like.Planti

Dinner at Rico’s mansion felt tense from the start. The table was big and shiny, the kind that looked too fancy even to touch. The food looked and smelled good, but Calla couldn’t eat much. Her stomach felt too tight.Rico sat at the head of the table, calm and scary as always. Calla sat on his left, with Eli next to her, and Sofia was on Rico’s right. The seats felt too far apart, yet the air between them was thick and stifling. The sound of spoons and forks was all that filled the room at first.Calla kept her eyes on her plate, twirling the pasta with her fork slowly just to keep her hands busy. Her mind wouldn’t stop racing. She tried to remind herself that this was just dinner, but it didn’t feel like that. Rico’s eyes were on her a lot—quiet and steady. He didn’t look angry, but something about the way he looked at her made her chest feel heavy. It wasn’t suspicion, but it wasn’t normal either. It was… different.Thankfully, Sofia did most of the talking. She had a bright smile

Calla paced around her room, her hands trembling and her lower lip caught between her teeth. She was back home, but sleep refused to come. The clock had long passed 1am, yet she couldn’t calm down or even sit still.Something felt off.She couldn’t shake the feeling that Rico had found out about the tracker and about everything. Her stomach twisted. Maybe she was overthinking it or perhaps it was just guilt playing tricks on her again. Still, her mind wouldn’t rest.She sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers clutching the sheets as her thoughts ran wild. The thought made her chest tighten. She turned to look at her brother, who begged to sleep in her room tonight, sleeping soundly, his small hand curled near his face. He had no idea the danger they were both in.The burner phone buzzed in the drawer of the nightstand, cutting through the silence. Her heart jumped as she reached for it. The screen flashed with a single message from the phone.[Nice job tonight. Keep him close. We’re

"Yes... just like that," Rico’s voice came out rough, a low command that made her heart thump harder. His hand slid into her hair, guiding her with a grip that was both firm and steady. His breathing grew uneven as her mouth moved up and down his cock. He groaned deep in his chest, throwing his head back on the chair.Calla looked up at him, her eyes catching the way his features tightened, the tension in his jaw, and the slight tremor in his breath. The sight stirred something deep in her—a strange mix of pride and want. It pleased her to know she could get that kind of reaction from him, and even more that she was the one responsible for it.Calla wrapped her hand around his cock, following the up-and-down movement of her mouth. She took it out when his cock hit the back of her throat.She gasped for air, her hand still stroking him. "Use your mouth..." he ordered again, easing on the chair he sat on.Calla—who was already on her knees, in between his legs—sat on her heel, biting h

“And because I sleep better when I hold you,” he added. Calla’s breath hitched.For a second, she thought she’d imagined it, that her mind was playing tricks on her. But no, he’d said it.Her lips parted, yet no words came out. Her chest tightened, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. She lay still, afraid that even the smallest movement might break the fragile air between them.He… sleeps better when he holds her?The thought sent a strange warmth through her stomach, one she didn’t know how to handle. This was Rico, the man who barked orders, who never said more than he needed to. He wasn’t supposed to say things like that.Her eyes stared into nothing, blinking slowly. She didn’t dare turn around to look at him.Instead, she just lay there stunned, confused, and fighting the pull of something dangerously soft inside her.She was so deeply lost in her thoughts that she fell asleep again.When she woke up, those hands weren’t holding her anymore. The space beside her was em