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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.

“Those belong to me.” Something sharp snapped inside me. Maybe it was madness. Maybe it was defiance. My lips curled into a smirk I didn’t recognize as my own. “No.” The word trembled but did not break. “They belong to me. This is my body. You don’t own it. You’ll never own it.”

"I only care about this." He slammed his mouth against mine in a slow, deep, and fiercely possessive kiss that tasted of sweet fruit and absolute ownership. It was a kiss that left absolutely no room for doubt—no room for rival empires, no room for old ghosts, and no room for the world outside our walls. The syndicates were dead, the assets were frozen, and as the morning sun flooded the kitchen, I knew our empire was completely untouchable.

"How pitiful. I already bought you and he couldn't do something about it, neh? Love?" "It's just for this night", I tried to stay strong but my voice let me down. " Let me tell you something, darling. When I buy things, I use them and take care of them if I know they are still valuable", just then his fingers were on my inner thighs. Dread came back to me. No... I closed my eyes tightly. "And most of all, I don't just give my possessions to other people, much less to my enemies. I own what I own. What's mine stays mine. And I don't share", he harshly whispered the last three sentences in my ear, biting it lightly but with force.

Possessive. "You're mine," I say. "The law says I'm a person. But right now... I'm your owner." "Yes," Alex pants. "Yes." I stroke him with my other hand, matching the rhythm. Thrust. Stroke. Smack. I hit him again with the verdict. The paper is getting crinkled. I don't care. "You like that?" I ask, biting his ear. "You like being owned by a hybrid?" "I love it," he chokes out.

There was barely any space between us. The bag slipped from her fingers and splattered on the floor, its contents spilling out. "Are you kidding me right now? What do you mean by you own me? You don't fucking own me. I'm my own person, we have a contract binding us but that doesn't change the fact that I'm still my own person."

Her subconscious stated and Imogen gritted her teeth. "Am not an object to satisfy you or your feelings, no one owns me not you, not him. I might be your S3x slave but that is all I will ever be to you" "Wrong" His strong voice echoed through the walls. "I will determine what you will be to me, not you. My words won't change if you can't be mine. No one can have you, not even yourself. You can keep denying it, but you already belong to me"

"I told you I would come back for you, that I would own you. You were mine the moment you stepped into my house." "But this isn't right," she argued. "You didn't think about right or wrong when you begged me to fuck you that night!" he countered. "When you begged me to ruin you, to take you." "What we had was a fling," she retorted, her voice trembling. "Something that should never have happened. I'm glad I got to experience it with you, but it can never happen again. I'm marrying your son." Leonard's eyes turned so cold and hard that for a split second, she thought he would hit her. But he didn't. Instead, he gripped her jaw tightly, bringing her face forward.

Frankly, I knew what was inside without opening it. It was not a ring, but an ugly little good luck charm. He had woven it for me with his own hands. He had spent so long on it, and when I mocked him, he only laughed along. I found a corner and examined that good luck charm from every angle. It was pretty good. I started typing a message to him. [After I finish this cigarette, we'll start our new life. A new life with you in it.] Before I could send it, someone bumped into my shoulder, and my phone went flying. I turned around to see a very familiar face. He did not say anything, just stared at me with a grin.

He claimed that today. I am his. My mind, heart, body, soul everything belongs to me. I am not ashamed to admit that he owns me. Alexander Russo owns me. ****************************************