Owned By Him Novels & Stories

He didn't answer, instead he found my lips again, stealing the air from my lungs as he pressed his weight against me. I should have pushed for more answers. But right now, all I could think about was how much I wanted him. How much I needed him The hours that followed blurred into a haze of tangled sheets, breathless whispers and raw, unfulfilled pleasure. Damien didn't just take–he owned. Every touch, every kiss, every movement was a silent declaration that I belonged to him. And I let him. I let him consume me, unravel me, claim me in ways I never knew were possible.

Vincent didn't release me until I was dizzy and breathless. "I really hope this baby is born soon. It's starting to interfere with our relationship." I raised an eyebrow slightly. Hadn't he only bought me for a year? Was he planning to renew? "Take me back down. If I don't return soon, Elliot will start worrying." Vincent reluctantly hugged me a bit longer, then called over a server. "I'll have him escort you back. I still have some business to handle, so I need to leave first."

“No, sir. I think that’s the responsibility of Mrs. Don Carlo.” He tilts his head, eyes sharpening, and his voice drops lower. “It seems you’ve forgotten, Anita. But let me remind you. I am the owner of this property. I own everything here. That includes my wife. Whatever she’s in charge of, I’m also in charge of. If I decide I don’t like her procedures, I can change them. I can take over. At any point. And there’s nothing anyone can do about it. I hope you understand that.” His words make my stomach curdle. I bite down harder on my lip, forcing a nervous smile I don’t mean, hating myself for even pretending. Inside, my mind screams: God, I hate where this is turning.

“Enough mom, enough! I believe we were given one life by God so we could be the author of it and responsible for whatever outcome your decision gives. I'm done living as a pet, like a puppet you can manipulate to whatever acts it is that suits your interests.” He said on top of his voice with a breaking voice like an explosive voice like the lid of a wine popped out as tears dropped from his eyes slowly “I have all my life given you that privilege, won't be bad if I seized it from you on this note” In a lower, calm tone as he cleans off his tears and leaves the room. Mrs Ava was left in disbelief with her jaw, dropping down to her knees. No remorse , but more rage boiling in her veins as she

He sucked me to the edge again and again, pulling off every time I started to shake. I was a wreck, painted, suspended, begging. “Please, Sir… I own you…fuck, no, you own me. I’m yours. Please let me cum.” He stood up, eyes wild. “Good boy.” He released my wrists just long enough to bend me over the padded bench, then secured me again. He pushed inside me raw in one deep thrust, thick cock stretching me wide. I cried out, pushing back greedily. Elliot fucked me hard and deep, hips snapping, one hand fisting my painted hair. “You’re mine,” he growled, losing control. “Say it.”

Like a pack of family? “Anyway,” Kara continued rather suspiciously when she saw my confused look, “his family owns property near the northern forest.” Northern forest? “Like… a house?” “More like an estate.” Oh. Of course. Why was I not surprised? Alex looked rich enough to own an island. Kara continued giving vague directions while eating. I memorized every single word, but at the same time, pretended I wasn’t that much absorbed about it. And by the end of the class A very dangerous idea had already formed inside my head.

"But one thing you should get into your little head" Okay that was offensive. "Right now you are not alone" he said and my eyes stared deeply at him on hearing his words. "You have an owner, raggaza, a master, a boss....and that's me" he said and I couldn't help the incoming chuckle..I was even thinking he was talking about Delvin or even so God. But then I stilled to process his words. You are not alone, you have an owner, a master, a boss and that's me....

He thought: the shoulders. He stopped at the glass front of the building and looked at his reflection. The building was one of the ones Reed Capital owned, a tower in the financial district that had been renovated five years ago and now housed the company's headquarters on the top six floors. The glass was dark—tinted against the sun, reflective from the outside—but he could see himself well enough. His posture. The set of his shoulders. The way he was standing, not braced, not ready, just standing.

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.

Lush greenery covered the land, swaying gently with the breeze. “It’s beautiful,” he commented. I glanced at him. “I’m glad you like it.” “How did you even find this place?” “I own it.” He stopped walking and turned to me, eyes wide. “You own this?” “I do.” “You’re ridiculous,” he said, half-amused. “Filthy rich.” I smirked. “I used your money.” I have access to all his bank accounts. I told him it wasn’t necessary, but he insisted. I expected him to be mad or shocked, but he just returned the smirk.