Owned By Him Novels & Stories

"What are you thirsty for, then? I rolled my eyes while grinning. It was so obvious in his mischievous look that he already knew. He just wants to play with me. And goddamn it, God knows how much I love to play with him in every way I could. He kissed the corner of my lips while I'm laughing. He then climbed his way to the stairs and the next thing I knew, we are already on his room. Our room, I mean. He told me, I remember, that whatever he owns, I own it too. And that I also own him. I don't want him to refer it that way actually. I told him he's a man of his own, that nobody owns him not even his wife, but he insisted that he is letting me own him, every piece of him.

“I hoped you’d like it.” I turned to him, my eyes wide with curiosity. “Did you rent this place?” That same infuriating smirk played at the edges of his mouth. But then he said, simply, “I own it.” I blinked. “The villa?” He let out a short laugh. “No, Suzanne. The island.” I stared at him, my heart hammering in my chest. “You mean, the whole island?” Dominic met my gaze with a quiet certainty. “Yes. The whole Damn island.”

I wanted to understand why he bought me, he didn't have to, he should have just bought the company and left my life alone. You think I'm going to end my days in this hell. I hear the gate being opened, he is leaving, I take a deep breath and I go to look where I am, it stinks of mold, there is dust everywhere, a lot of junk, several barrels and boxes all over the place, I see a open wooden box, has some weapons inside it, my God, this man must be a bandit to have all this, I am snapped out of my thoughts when I see the door being opened. "Look how my lady is doing."

His eyes blaze with a fury that has my neck tingling in awareness and his voice is a low, dark growl. "As long as you are here with me, you belong to me and no one else. You. Are. Mine. And I swear on the goddess, I will kill any man who threatens my ownership with my bare hands. Do. You. Understand?" God knows I want to rebel. I want to shout and scream that I am no one's property, least of all his. But he currently holds my life in his hands. I am well aware that he could snap my neck like a twig right here, right now and the clan would cover up the murder.

“I don’t need two million, I need eight hundred thousand—” “I said I’m not finished.” Something in his tone made the words die in my throat. “Six months,” he said. “You’ll move into this penthouse. You’ll wear my ring. You’ll be my fiancée in every way that matters to the people watching.” “What?” “I need an alliance with the De Luca family. Old blood, old rules. They won’t deal with a man they think is unstable. They want to see me settled.” His eyes didn’t leave my face. “You’ll help me look settled.”

"Yes, curse, rant, hate. None of it changes that yer mine, lil wench. A perfect piece for me to fill. I own you, Little Raven." "And this." He planted hard into me to emphasize what he was telling me he possessed.

“Who the fuck is he?” I turn and meet his gaze. “The one who really owns me.” And I leave him with that. Because Duncan might have my body. But the man waiting in the shadows… He owns everything else.

Not quite yet. Although I own the power, it is not solely his to manage. I own it. And I'm not going to let him take it away. Not without a struggle.

My heart slams against my ribs as I force myself to hold his gaze. "I could ask you the same thing," I manage, lifting my chin, refusing to let him see the way he unravels me with nothing but a look. "I own this place," he says, his voice smooth, rich with something close to amusement. "It’s part of Icarus Industries, just like IAS Publishing. Though that one is more mine than the others." I blink. "Oh." That’s all I can manage. Because, of course, he owns this place. Of course, he owns damn near everything.

“And?” “They’re naming you as the new legal owner of Carter West.” My heart stopped. “That’s impossible. I testified against them ” He tossed a folder onto the table. “That’s why it’s possible. All the shares, all the remaining control, defaulted to you when the board disbanded. They made it look like punishment, but it’s a trap.” I stared at the papers inside the signatures, the seals, the transfer of ownership. My name is written where hers once was.