I Thought It Was Common Possession [side Story] Novels & Stories

She frowned briefly, then shrugged indifferently. “I found it in my room.” “Your room?” “When we were in Cambridge. Why?” The long pause made Pandora wonder at the meaning behind Kingston’s gaze. The man didn’t take his eyes off the feather Pandora had begun twisting. “Give it to me.” “No. I wouldn’t even give it to Anna, let alone you.” “It’s mine, Pandora. Give it back. You can’t take it.”

I want to tell him that I'm going to get it back today, but that will just expose me. "Was it when you were with that beggar? Let me guess, you felt so touched by his story that you gave him my ring as a present!" He sneers and I flinch. It's the way he describes the situation almost as it happened that scares the shit out of me. Is it just a coincidence? Am I just being paranoid? I'm trembling inwardly so hard that I just want to fall on my knees and start apologizing to him but something holds me back, and it's the possibility that all this may just be a random guess on his part.

"You stole him from me. You knew what he was to me and you took him anyway. The same way you've taken everything your entire life." "Get over it." Her voice went flat. Final. "He's mine now. The mate bond is a fairy tale you keep telling yourself so you can justify—" "It's not a fairy tale. It's law. Pack law. Blood law. Something that existed before you put a ring on his finger and called it ownership." "Possession is nine tenths." She smiled. "And I possess him completely." I held her gaze.

"you're going to be in my possession as long as I want it." Tbc... Hope you enjoy reading this and make sure to follow, vote and comment. XOXO

If I found the strength to leave, I’d have to drag him away, and he’d fight. We’re not going anywhere quite yet. “Come on. Tell me why.” “It’s mine.” “No, it’s not. I bought it.” She snorts softly. “That doesn’t mean anything.” She would see it that way. Her kind has no respect for property rights. “Explain to me why something I paid for with money I earned doesn’t belong to me.” She’s getting flustered, shifting from one foot to the other, her fists stretching out those sweater pockets. “It was yours, but now it’s mine.”

It was clear that he was just as perplexed by the question as I was for the answer. He couldn't fathom why he felt so strongly towards me, especially when he was supposed to despise me. His confusion was clear, evident in the furrow of his brows as he pondered my question. Then, after a few moments of contemplation, his response was both unexpected and possessive. "It's because you're mine," he declared, his voice low and intense. "Anything that falls under my domain and is under my control automatically becomes my possession, and i don'tallow anyoneto touch it except me."

“And what could that be. I have never done anything to you.” “Oh, on the contrary, you took something that doesn’t belong to you, and I intend to get it back. By any means necessary.” “Your nuts, you know that. You can’t just claim people like they ae an object.” “Oh, I would never, but what you fail to understand is that he was mine long before you stuck your claws into him.”

I couldn't bear to stay a moment longer in that suffocating room. He thought he owned me. He did all this because he thought I was his property. The words that Vincenzo had spoken, the idea of me belonging to him, of him claiming me as his possession, now hit me like a ton of bricks. It was as if a veil had been lifted from my eyes, revealing the truth I had been too naive to see before.

His breath was hot, smelling of cedarwood and iron. "This is a repossession. Your father put you up as collateral, and I’m here to collect interest." He hauled me forward, slamming my back against the heavy office door. The wood was cold and unforgiving, biting through my thin blazer. He crowded me, his massive frame pinning me. I felt small. Hunted. And to my absolute shame, a treacherous warmth pooled between my legs. "You like this, don't you? The violence of it." He let go of my hair and shoved his hand under my skirt. He didn't go for buttons. He yanked the lace of my panties aside with a sharp snap.

I sighed and leaned back again. I was so restless even after sleeping the entire previous day. “Hmm, you said you saw something belonging to the dead man in his possession?” He clasped his hands together on the table, leaning forward. “Yeah, it was a bloody pendant. I guess I still have it somewhere,” I uttered. “Hmm, every victim’s body has one thing in their possession missing. I guess he collects them as souvenirs. So those things must be somewhere in the mansion,” Theo rubbed his chin, thinking hard.