Owned By Him Novels & Stories

he responded, proceeding to tell them how it all went down. Julian whistled. “Damn. You actually did it. Six months of him being your… what did you call it? Personal companion?” Vegas’s smile turned darker. “Exactly. He belongs to me now. No more running after him. No more hiding behind that girl. He’s going to learn exactly what it means to cross me.” Julian laughed, raising his glass. “To the most obsessive man I know.” “Hope you know what you’re doing with this one,” Remmy added, a not-so-stoked expression on his face.

"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.

Yet here she is, asking about ownership. A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he set the glass down. His gaze locked on mine, sharp enough to flay me where I stood. “I own you, Avelyn. That includes everything about you.” My breath hitched. A knot twisted in my chest. “But,” he leaned forward now, eyes glittering with cruel amusement, “I’ll make an exception. Only because I’d love to watch you try and fail. Keep the money you make… if you do.”

He can't seem to get over me, preferring Ralph's body over his. “No– I mean… I only like Ralph’s body. Just his body type–” He claimed my mouth without prior notice, deepening the kiss as he climbed on top of me. He let go after a few seconds, chasing our breath. “I don't want the person I own to choose someone else over me,” he hoarsely muttered. My brows furrowed. “The person you own? Me?” “Who do you think?” He thinks he owns me? What am I? An item? Since when did he think he owned me? Since I carried his last name?

He could do to her as he pleased because she was betrothed to him and it so turned out that she was his mate which made him have full and potential right over her. “I own you Bella” he mustered to himself.

She tried to resist but he held it firmly. “Wanted to see just how long you can endure,” He carefully wrapped her hand, the burn was severe and the fact that she had been riding with the injury for so long had caused it to worsen. Somehow, he felt guilty but not sorry. “But I admit I have to look after whatever I own.” “Own?!” She tried to pull her hands away again but he had a firm grip on her. “I am not some property that you own!” He paused and looked at her dead in the eye, then said his next words slowly, making sure that she understood every thing he said and letting her know that he was serious. “I own you, you are my Khione and mine alone.”

He owns me, so only he can hurt me. Or fix me.

he replied. “You don’t own me.”

Because yes, they are fucking mine. He did steal them away once, but I won't let him again. He angled his chin up, his lips twisted proudly , "Pretty much yeah. Because you don't understand that I do own everything. They aren't yours -" his lips curled up almost in pity and he shook his head, "Not anymore."