bullied (Possessed #0.5)

by K. L. Donn

“Your point?”

  She hated him for making her say it out loud. She hated drawing attention to them. “My scars.”

  “Who the fuck cares?” he roared. “Cecilia, the only one who seems to care about them is you. I sure as fuck don’t.”

  “A lifetime of torment tells me other people do too.”

  “Fuck!” Frustrated, he banged his hand on the steering wheel. “Let’s go upstairs,” he told her getting out of the car and slamming the door, making her flinch.

  Climbing out slowly, she walked towards him as he stormed up to her. Gripping her hair tightly he told her again, “You’re fucking mine, Cecilia! I won’t let you go. Scars or not. You’re mine.” He punctuated each word with a sharp tug of her hair.

  The pain was made bearable by the pleasure his forceful actions slid through her body. Rubbing her pelvis against him, she was unsurprised to find he was hard as stone. “Landon?”

  “Yeah, Cec?” he whispered in her ear nibbling on the lobe.

  “Love me?”

  “For-fucking-ever, sweets.”

  He hated how insecure she felt not only about herself but him as well, but he could understand it. They’d only known each other for a day, and already he knew she was meant to be his. She still had to play catch up with how she felt. He could wait; they had an entire lifetime ahead of them.

  As they walked towards the private elevator leading to his penthouse, she seemed nervous and fidgety. “What are you thinking, sweets?”

  “I… I’ve never… That is… Umm.” A blush stole its way up her cheeks letting him know exactly what she was nervous about.

  “Nothing’s going to happen you don’t want, Cecilia.” He assured her.

  “I know, it’s just… Earlier… You might expect things and that’s not me. I’ve never… Argh! Why is this so hard to say?” Frustrated, she ran her fingers roughly through her dark hair.

  He had to hold in his laughter for fear of insulting her. “You’re a virgin?”

  “Well, yes, but it’s more than that.” She wouldn’t meet his eyes.

  A loud ding announced the arrival of the elevator. Guiding her on with a hand on her back, he swiped his card through the reader and they started the quick ascent.

  He didn’t say anything on the way up, just stood solidly beside her. Watching her from his peripheral vision, he saw her looking at him with a questioning eye. She was wondering what he knew of her, what he planned for her, and most importantly, what he wanted from her. The answer to all three was simple— everything.

  Shocked when she grabbed his hand between hers, he waited for what she would do. Drawing circles on his palm with one, she rubbed his forearm with the other. His muscles rippled with her soft touch. Anticipation drummed through his veins.

  “You’re very… large,” she murmured finally.

  “That so?” he asked softly, face still straight.

  “Do you have tattoos?”

  Smiling. “You’ll have to wait and see.”

  Her fingers tracing his taut muscles were hypnotizing.

  As the elevator reached Landon’s penthouse, her breathing picked up speed. She was ready for him. Maybe not the things his wicked eyes promised, but she wanted to please him. She wanted to give them a chance.

  Her inexperience held her back from jumping him the way she wanted to. He was a huge man and until that moment, she hadn’t realized quite how much. He stood nearly a foot above her; his suit only accentuating his muscled arms and shoulders.

  While she’d been tracing the bulging veins on his arm, she couldn’t help but wonder what kind of pleasure his strength could bring her. Surely a man as delicious as he was meant to bring a sensuality she’d never known before?

  Pulling her behind him, Landon led her slowly around his penthouse pointing out the rooms and the view. My gawd, the view is magnificent, she thought in awe.

  She stood in front of one of the many windows looking on as the sun began to set over lush green trees surrounded by a small body of water. The sun flickered like a fire lighting the night. She’d never seen something so beautiful.

  Landon pressed his broad chest to her back wrapping his arms around her middle and laying his head on her shoulder. Together they watched as birds flew, clouds moved lazily, and traffic slowed for the evening. It was relaxing.

  “I need you, Cec. Your body under mine. Your curves hugging me while I love you. I need to feel your heat, sweets. Are you ready for me?” His words left her a panting, horny mess in need of relief.

  Turning in his arms, she watched as his eyes dilated with his need, shining bright with his want. “Yes, Landon,” she breathed out softly, knowing for once she was going to be loved for who she was.

  She thought Landon was going to take her to his room but he pushed her up against the glass and proceeded to make love to her mouth. Tongues tangling, hands roaming, her entire body went aflame under his touch.

  The softer his touch became, the harder her nipples pebbled and the more she squirmed to find relief. “Please, Landon,” she begged.

  “Mmm, I love when you beg, sweets.”

  Lifting her shirt above her head, he dropped it to the floor laying small kisses on her breasts above her bra. “Fuckin’ beautiful,” he mumbled against her skin.

  Running his strong hands along her hips, he slowly moved them up her back. Popping open her bra, he slid the straps down her arms. When it would have fallen off, she quickly held the cups to her breasts. Hiding from his intense gaze, he growled deep in his throat, commanding, “Don’t hide from me, Cecilia.”

  Lowering her arms, she let the silky material fall from her shoulders. Her scars felt like they were throbbing as his eyes landed on them. She had a criss-cross one going from the bottom of her left breast across her stomach. It was one of her worst ones. One no one but her had seen.

  Landon was looking at her with a hunger like no other. Like she was his next meal. Like if he didn’t get a taste of her right that moment then he may not survive. It was a heady feeling that left her breathless for more.

  It made her want to be everything he needed. And for once she felt like she could be.

  Fucking hell. She was the epitome of gorgeous. Leaning against the window with her magnificent breasts on display and the sun shining in the background like a spotlight as it set, she looked like the goddess he thought she was. Now, if only he could make her see herself the way he did.

  “You look…” Lost for words, he knelt down at her feet. Looking up her curvy, imperfect body, he began to undo her shorts. Shorts that made her look like some fifties pin-up model that soldiers would drool over.

  She began rubbing her legs together as he slowly drew them down her legs. What he found underneath surprised the fuck out of him.

  No panties. Hot fucking damn.

  A perfectly shaved pussy with a small thatch of hair to hide her pearl greeted him.

  Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to make sure he wasn’t drooling, he was at a loss as to where to start on her body.

  Suckling on her full, plump pink nipples or eating her now dripping, horny pussy?

  Decisions, decisions.

  “Your body, sweets,” he moaned, closing his eyes in pleasure.

  “I don’t like it either,” she whispered almost too softly for him to hear.

  Snapping his eyes open, he knew a fierce light entered his gaze when she seemed to shrink into herself. “What did you just say?” he asked harshly.

  Looking away from him, she couldn’t seem to find words.

  “Cecilia!” He snapped, demanding she look at him. “I won’t fucking have you putting yourself down. Period. End of fucking story. This body is what cities were destroyed for. What men have gone to prison for. This body is my temple to worship as I fucking please, and I refuse for you to see it in any other light.”

  Confusion roamed across her features at first, then she seemed to come to some sort of realization as contentm
ent replaced any negativity in her eyes. She liked that he was so fierce about her. He could handle that.

  Spinning her around so her nude breasts pressed against the cool window, he pulled her ass back so he could have access to all of her. “Landon?”

  He could hear the fear in her voice and knew she was worried people walking outside might see her. “We can see out, sweets; however, no one can see in.”

  She seemed to relax at his words. Running his scruffy cheek against the back of her thighs had her jumping slightly, but he could see how slick her core became at the roughness. Needing to taste, he finally buried his face in her liquid heat.

  Ambrosia and cinnamon. The perfect combination. Kissing all around her puffy lips, he teased her before he finally dove in for the prize. Licking up her slit, he dipped his tongue inside her unused hole. The tightness alone was nearly enough to have him stripping down and driving his hard cock into her.

  Her breath catching told him she was close to release. Gonna have to teach her to hold off, he thought sadistically. “Not yet, Cecilia,” he murmured against her engorged clit.

  Gliding his fingers through her wetness, he inserted just one to get her used to being filled then another to help stretch her. Latching onto her clit with his teeth he gave a light tug, sucking it in between his lips as he searched out her g-spot with his fingers.

  Unzipping his pants, he pushed them down along with his boxers, using his other hand so he was ready to drive into her. When he felt her walls begin to contract, he pulled away from her, quickly donning a condom and pushing into her without warning.

  Her scream of pain quickly turned to pleasure as he started drumming her clit with his fingers. Grabbing both of her hands in one of his, he roughly drew them above her head so she couldn’t move.

  “Jesus fucking mercy, Cecilia, you’re fucking perfect. Your tight pussy was made for my cock,” he panted roughly in her ear.

  He could feel her walls tighten up on him as she screamed his name and let go of her release. Triggering his own, he slapped her ass hard as they reached their peak together.

  “It’s too much. Oh god! Landon, make it stop!” she screamed.

  “Fucking take it, Cecilia. I want it all. Every ounce of pleasure you feel, I want it wrapped around my dick so tight you won’t know where I end and you begin. You fucking understand?” He growled harsher than intended as he gripped her hair turning her head so he could slam his lips on hers.

  He spilled everything he was feeling for her into that kiss.

  His possession…

  His ownership…

  His need for her alone was almost overwhelming.

  Waking up the next morning feeling deliciously sore in all the right places, Cecilia was disappointed to find she was alone in bed. Running her hands along the empty spot where Landon had slept, she found it cool to the touch.

  Thinking he’d left, she got up wrapping the sheet around her naked body and finally got a look at his room. It was huge; at least as big as her dinky apartment. One wall was just tinted windows overlooking the city. With the sun rising high in the sky, it was quite the view. The bright rays ricocheting off the windows created a magnificent kaleidoscope of colors.

  Going to his dresser on the opposite wall, she rummaged through a drawer finding a t-shirt to put on. She wandered to the closed door beside his closet. Opening it, she walked into possibly the most beautiful and dark bathroom she’d ever seen. Everything was black. The tiles, the walls, the toilet. Everything. Just black. But not in a dark, gaudy way. It was tasteful. Once she flicked the light on, the walls sparkled to make it look silver.

  “Wow,” she breathed in wonder.

  Going to the shower, she turned it on, stunned when streaming jets of water came from every side. She dropped the sheet and stepped in. The warm water soothed all her aches. She still couldn’t believe she’d made love to him. No Ce, not love, you had sex. Plain and simple. That cruel voice in her head started to berate her. He’d done so many wonderful things to her that she wanted to refuse to believe the doubt, but he was gone this morning so what was she to believe?

  Quickly finishing her shower, jumping out and drying off, she caught a glimpse of her body in the mirror above the black granite sink.

  She had love bites everywhere she looked— along her collar bone, on her breasts. Turning, they were on the backs of her thighs and her hips. She smiled as she touched each one remembering the precise moment when he’d lost control with her.

  He took such care with her, made sure she enjoyed it every bit as much as he did. Even during the night when he’d taken her slow and sweet, holding her gaze the entire time, she’d felt more in those moments than in any other in her life.

  Throwing on the shirt she’d taken from him, she quietly made his bed before going in search of her clothes. Gathering them up, she stood at the window watching as the birds flew around the trees when a loud bang from behind drew her attention.

  “You have got to be fucking kidding me!”

  Ashley.

  Turning slowly, she waited for the insults and degradation to begin. “He seriously brought you home?”

  It was obviously rhetorical so she kept her mouth shut.

  “You’re just a piece of ass to him you know?” she said cruelly.

  When Cecilia still didn’t respond, Ashley got a nasty sneer across her lips letting her know nothing good was going to come from this encounter.

  “Why do you think he’s not here? You obviously weren’t anything good to him. He always sticks around for the good girls.”

  I’m going to be sick.

  “Yeah, you get it, don’t you? Let me guess… He peppered you with compliments? Told you, you’re perfect? Probably repeated the performance a couple times too, huh? And yet, he’s not here.”

  Don’t cry.

  “Once he saw all those scars, he was probably disgusted. Decided to fuck you out of pity.”

  And the dam broke.

  Running back to his room, she quickly got dressed. Looking to the bed, filled with so much regret when just a few minutes earlier she’d felt so peaceful, she ran into the elevator listening to Ashley’s laughter ringing in her ears and tears streaming down her cheeks.

  Landon hated leaving Cecilia before she woke up but he had a meeting he couldn’t miss. He hoped she saw the note he’d left by the coffee pot so she didn’t think he’d abandoned her. As soon as his meeting was over, he made his way back up to his penthouse.

  Shock quickly followed by anger filled him when he saw his sister sitting at his table, drinking coffee, and reading the morning paper. “Shouldn’t you be in school?” he demanded, walking right past her in search of his woman.

  Not finding her in the bedroom, he came back out pissed off more now than ever. “Where is she?”

  “Where is who?” Ashley asked. She wouldn’t meet his eyes. She’d done something.

  “Ashley!” he yelled.

  Looking up finally, he saw a calculating gleam in her eyes, “Yes?” The sweetness made him want to puke.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” He’d try a different tactic.

  “Daddy wanted to have a family dinner this weekend and asked if I would let you know.” Smooth.

  “Why are you here?”

  “Well, I went to your office but your assistant— lovely woman, you should bring her to dinner— said you were in a meeting and would be going back home afterwards so I came up here to wait.”

  “Are you fucking demented?” he growled.

  “Well, that was rude.”

  “No, Ashley, what’s rude is you barging into my home without my permission. Now where the fuck IS SHE?!”

  “Again, I ask, who?”

  “Cecilia, you airhead. Where the fuck is my woman?” He was losing his cool now, and if she didn’t tell him soon, he wasn’t going to be responsible for what he did to her. Like throwing her out the fucking window.

  “You
can’t be serious about her. I mean have you seen her? All those horrible scars. She’s not good for your image, Landon.” She dismissed the woman he was falling in love with like some dirty rag.

  “Get the fuck out and don’t ever come back, Ashley.”

  Shock marred her features. “What?” she whispered.

  “I mean it. You have no idea who she really is. Why she has those scars. Did you ever think that just because she’s not some perfect little Barbie airhead that maybe, just fucking maybe, she’s a person and has feelings too?”

  “Well, I…” she stuttered, not able to get anything out before he started again.

  “What did you say to her?”

  Guilt had flashed in her eyes before she looked down.

  “You fucking bitch!” he screamed. Walking up to her, he grabbed her arm dragging her to his elevator. Tossing her in, he told her, “Until you can apologize to Cecilia and fucking mean it, don’t ever contact me again, Ashley. This was fucking low, even for your spoiled ass.” He slammed the gate down in her face as tears welled in her eyes.

  Now he had to figure out how to undo the mess his sister had put him in.

  Cecilia’s tears were a constant stream as she made her way to school after going home to get her books and clean clothes. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought she’d find the perfect man only for him to be a complete fraud.

  She shouldn’t be shocked, not really. Not after the way her joke of a life was going. She should have expected it, should have stuck to her guns and not gone out with him. Now she was walking heartbreak.

  Entering the economics building, she lowered her head so no one would see her torment and the stares wouldn’t hurt as much. But, of course, she would run into the biggest dick in the school.

  “Hey, Mark me crazy! Does this mean you’ll put out for anyone that sticks up for you now?” She froze in shock.

  They couldn’t know. How? Her dreams of Landon might be dashed, but she didn’t think he’d tell her bully that they’d had sex? Would he?

  Her world was spiraling out of control again and she felt helpless to stop it.