His To Possess
Calla's breath hitched, and instinctively, she moved backwards.
"One thing you seem to be forgetting is that I paid for you," he started. His steps were not rushed, he took his sweet time to torture her with the suspense. "That means, I own every fucking thing about you. Your body—literally and figuratively—your time, your breath, your mind. Every damn part of you that moves or thinks, it’s mine,” he declared, finally catching up to her.
"At least for a year."
Her lips fell apart, her feet still unconsciously moving back. "I just..." she trailed off.