Owned By Him Novels & Stories

It also meant they could run into the owner during the shift, and they wouldn't be on the right. "You're right, it doesn't," he answered, but before she could speak and tell them to turn around, he continued, "We now own the territory." Her eyes widened. "How? When?" "Today." That must have been what he went out to do with Lord Tyros earlier today.

“Now listen up girl. It’s a fact that both of us will not be Seeing Eye to eye around here. So I have rules that you must follow so that you leave this place in one piece. Firstly you dare not call my name. If you must call me, you will have to address me as sir. Secondly, you dare not talk or initiate any conversation with me. Thirdly you will not enter my bedroom or touch anything that is mine. Fourthly you will not touch me. Now listen, failure to adhere to these rules will cost you.” “ Cost me?” I croaked. “ it will cost your body. I’ll have the right to own a part of your body and I will do with it whatsoever I want” as his eyes roamed my body

“On your body?” Bastian gave a bitter smile. His thumb brushed gently over Belle’s lower lip, sweeping away her hesitation. “So Renee understands something,” he murmured. “No matter how hard she tries to tie me down and claim me… she never will. Because this body and this soul will always belong to someone else.” He looked straight into her eyes. “Yours, Sparrow.” Those words were the most reckless, desperate, and beautiful declaration Belle had ever heard in her life. Her logic was shattered.

Antonio stood beside me in a sleek navy suit, surrounded by three of his guards, but despite all the layers of power and violence cloaking him, he looked oddly comfortable out here. "You own this?" I asked, glancing up at the high-end signage and spotless floors. "Most of it," he said. "Thought it’d be more fun if you got to see something different than warehouses and loading docks. Pick out whatever you want I don't mind, clothes, shoes, Hell, I'll buy the entire damn place if it makes you smile." I turned to him, uncertain and grateful at the same time. "I’ve never... been shopping like this."

I whimper, and he does it again. Again. Then, in a low voice he says. “I own this body, Naya. Every inch of it,”

In exchange, he would save my father’s company from bankruptcy. My hand trembled as I picked up the pen. I thought of my father’s exhausted face and all the people who worked here. With a heavy heart, I signed my name on the dotted line. Andre took the contract, folded it, and slipped it inside his jacket. "Good girl." He pulled me up from the chair until our bodies were pressed tightly together. His hand gripped my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. "From this moment on, you belong to me," he said, voice dark and possessive. "You will move into my penthouse tonight. You will obey every command I give you. And when we are alone, you will call me Sir."

“You need to take this off, you don’t belong to her. You’ve spent your whole life being owned by someone else. It’s time you...” “Tonia doesn’t own me. I spent years without her.” He tried to roll away from her, but she was stronger than he expected and held him still. Milli smirked, pressing down to hold him in place. “You’ve had this since before she married Tim and you never had it changed. She owned you, even if you weren’t with her. She still owns you as long as this stays here. I found a place to change it before we go home.” “Milli, not today.” He quickly refused, took her wrist, and moved her hand.

He stopped walking, then turned to look at me. "Because you are mine," he said simply. "The baby is mine. And what is mine stays mine. That is how this works." "I am not a thing to be owned," I said. "In this world, everyone is owned by someone," he replied. "Better to be owned by me than by my brother. At least I will not pretend to love you while resenting you for the rest of your life." He walked away and I followed. We reached a convoy of vehicles. Three black SUVs with armed guards everywhere.

"He deserves it !" "Well no, I'm actually afraid of what would happen to you." Huxley's smile vanishes and he looks me in the eyes gravely. "He practically owns the authority." I feel the need to laugh. I roll my eyes before sarcastically saying. "What is he? Member of some powerful mafia?" Huxley tilts his head while peering down at me curiously. "Yes.. actually and the owner of a few corporations." I stare at him blankly for brief seconds. What a lame joke is this!

“Don’t ever forget.....your name has power.” Her heart stuttered. “And don’t forget,” he added, his thumb brushing lightly against her pulse, “you’re mine.” Her throat went dry. The word mine curled into her like smoke she couldn’t breathe out. She yanked her hand free, glaring. “You don’t own me, De La Vega.” He leaned closer, his breath hot near her ear. “Then why does it sound like you’re trying to convince yourself?” Her chest tightened. She pushed the door open, stumbled out, and slammed it shut harder than necessary.