Owned By Him Novels & Stories

"If I work alongside you? Wouldn't it?" + "Not entirely. In this case I can monitor what's happening with you at all times, and since you're my assistant, it won't be weird when you move into my home," he stated nonchalantly. "Move into your home? Are you crazy?" I rose from the chair. I was still at least a foot shorter than him. How intimidating. "If I join your gang that's already enough sacrifice." "Fine. Live in my house or you die," he threatened again.

“Nah.” I turned to him, eyebrows raised. “So what, you sweet-talk the owner?” He shrugged, pulling off his jacket. “I am the owner.” I blinked. “Since when?” “Not too long ago.” He walked toward me, calm like he hadn’t just casually dropped a bomb. “Bought it after our wedding. Figured one day we’d need somewhere no one else knew about.” “You bought me a beach house and didn’t tell me?” I shook my head, half smiling, half shocked.

He carried the memory of her words in his chest like something precious. He thought about the man he'd been. The man who'd thought he could own her, control her, make her love him by force. He thought about the man he'd become. The man who was grateful just to be part of her story. His phone buzzed in his pocket. Unknown number. Nice article. Very touching. But you're not part of her story. Not really. Tomorrow. 2 PM. The warehouse. If you want to keep being part of anything, you'll come alone.

“I have every right to keep you in this place. And do you know why that is?” His eyes grew heavy with an emotion I couldn’t place in my mind. He took a step closer. I took a step back and just when I thought he was about to take another step closer, he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me closer till there was no space between us. “Because I own you. In fact I have fifty thousand rights to keep you here, considering I bought you in front of everyone from your bitch of a stepmother. So I can do whatever I want with you.”

I lowered my gaze as I couldn't withstand it anymore. “Remember, I'm not giving you any choices, Isabella! I bought you with my money, so I own you!” He chimed in, shutting me a menacing glare. With that, he took some steps closer to me and seized my upper arm, holding me just in place. A smirk played across the corners of his lips. “I own this body! I fucking own every inch of this body!” He whispered in a husky tone, his gentle breath fanning against my face.

Don Massimo. The mafia king whose name alone sends shivers down my spine and makes my pussy throb with need. I’ve dreamed of him for months, ever since I first heard the whispers about him in the shadowed corners of my father’s mansion. A man who owns everything he touches. A man who could break me, ruin me, and make me beg for more. Tonight, I’m done dreaming. Tonight, I’m making it real.

But I wouldn’t change it all the same. “Little bird, you’re mine.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to my temple. And I knew that he was right. I could feel it with everything in me. I belonged to the dragons. The End

By me. But not by him.

“You even gave him a nickname. How sweet.” He closed the distance, his eyes burning. “I warned you, Sienna. What part of ‘you are mine’ don’t you understand? Is it when every man near you ends up dead that you’ll finally believe me?” “Nic, don’t—” “Sienna, I own you.” His hand closed around my throat—not choking, just firm, possessive. His breath ghosted my lips. “Every single part of you. Yes, I’m possessive. And yes, I’ll kill any man who tries to take you away. You’re mine, Sienna. Just mine.”