bullied (Possessed #0.5) (7 page)

His phone dinged letting him know the doctor was waiting in the lobby for him let him up. “I’ll be right back, sweets,” he told her kissing her head lightly.

Buzzing the elevator down for the doctor, he waited impatiently, not taking his eyes off her. Her gaze never left the window where he’d taken her innocence, marked her as his own.

“Mr. Powers,” Dr. Ganes greeted him as he walked in.

“Thanks for coming.” He offered his hand, shaking lightly.

“How may I help today? My assistant didn’t have very many details when she called me.”

“My fiancée, Cecilia, was tripped at school today and yesterday from what I understand. I want to be sure she’s alright,” he explained as they walked towards her still form.

Landon took a seat beside her as Dr. Ganes sat on the table in front of her. Pulling out a stethoscope and blood pressure cuff, he chattered away to her.

“Cecilia, would you please remove your sweater, dear?”

She winced at his question. Raising her eyes to meet his own, he saw raw fear and pain in her depths.

“Sweets?”

“Please don’t make me,” she begged, lower lip trembling as a lone tear rolled down her cheek.

“Talk to me, sweets,” he begged her. “Is it the scars? He’s a doctor. He doesn’t care and has probably seen worse.”

“Landon,” she exhaled. “I don’t want it to get worse.”

Anger rolled through him like a tidal wave. It had been bad before him, but it got worse when he practically devoured her minutes after meeting her. Then one magical night in his bed and his sister was trying to ruin her life.

He had to fix the mess he made before he could gain her trust back.

In all her years of being tormented and bullied, physical abuse had not been an issue. She’d been shoved around but no one had punched or kicked her the way they had as she was falling after being tripped. It was terrifying knowing people you were around every single day would want to inflict that kind of pain on another human being.

The names were always bad because they affected her peace of mind, but nothing compared to the way a full-on assault felt. There were times in middle school when she had wished for the names to stop and the physical to take over. She was now glad it had never happened.

Having Landon and his doctor want to see the result of such abuse was even more terrifying because they would see her failure to defend herself. One thing she always asked herself was
why can’t you fight back?

She fought with herself on that daily. And the answer was so simple, yet so complicated…

She couldn’t inflict the same kind of pain on someone else as she suffered.

“Cecilia?” Landon called quietly, “Worse how?”

Darting a quick glance to Dr. Ganes, she settled her gaze back on Landon, thinking on how to explain so he would understand. “Anytime I’ve done something to make it stop, it’s gotten worse. You tried to defend me one day and the next, I’m tripped down a set of stairs... and the next, and the next. I can’t handle any worse, Landon.”

He seemed to mull over her words for a moment before answering her. “You’re not going back, Cecilia.” When she went to protest, he told her, “You’ll go somewhere else, somewhere better. I won’t let you suffer this abuse anymore.”

“I can’t afford better, Landon,” she whispered brokenly.

“You may not be able to.” Placing a finger under her chin, he brought her head up to meet his intense stare. “But I can.”

“You can’t do that!” she protested.

His indulgent smile told her he would do whatever he damn well pleased.

“Ms. Marks? May I see now?” Dr. Ganes drew her attention back to him.

Removing her sweater, she held her breath as they saw the bruising for the first time. She’d always had delicate skin and things looked far worse than they actually were. That didn’t stop the anger from entering Landon eyes or the sharp intake of breath from the doctor.

He spent the next hour going over her medical history while inspecting every bruise she had, it seemed. Checking her heart rate and blood pressure for good measure, the doctor made sure she had no concussion or hearing and vision issues. By the time he left, she was thoroughly exhausted.

“Sweet?” Landon called walking up behind her as she stood in the same spot where she’d fallen in love only three days ago.

Love? In three days?

At any other time in her life, she’d have laughed and thought it was a joke. Yet here she was admitting that love at first sight not only existed, but she was one of the lucky ones to experience it.

It was empowering and overwhelming. Sensational and heady.

The most amazing feeling she’d ever had.

Turning to face him, she thought,
now if only he felt the same
.

“What are we doing, Landon?”

The look he shot her was full of heat and need. A dark need her soul couldn’t resist as his full lips descended on hers slowly.

“We’re falling, sweets,” he murmured softly against her.

“Are you?”

“Crashed and burned. The minute I saw you, I was hooked.”

Her eyes flew to his at his confession. She knew he’d lusted after her, even claimed she was his. Said he was never letting her go. But she never thought that could mean love.

Was it too soon?

Who the hell cares!

Pushing that last small millimeter to his lips, she decided tonight she was going to own him. He was clearly surprised by her bold move because he froze for about half a second before taking over the kiss.

Sweeping his tongue into her mouth, demanding submission from her seeking tongue, he retreated sucking on her lip as he did. She felt an answering throb in core. Her breasts grew heavy with need.

Rubbing his swollen cock into her soft belly, he whispered, “You feel that, Cec? That’s all you. I need you, sweets.”

Moaning into his mouth, she pressed herself as tight to him as she could. Kissing her way up his jaw to his ear, she moaned, “I’m yours, Landon.”

Growling, he picked her up tossing her over his shoulder and with a determined stride, they were in his room in a matter of seconds. Door slamming behind them, he tossed her on the bed like a feather.

“Eeek!” she squealed as she landed in the middle while he stripped out of his clothes quickly.

“Strip,” he demanded in a low sexy voice. All gruff and lust.

“Yes, Landon.”

“I like you agreeable,” he teased her.

Smiling coyly at him, she began to slowly undress. Crossing her arms, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and bringing it up her torso, stopping to meet his eyes when she reached her breasts. His impatient growl had her giggling.

Quickly tossing it over her head to land at his feet, she undid the button of her jeans slowly pulling the metal tab down. She turned, then bent over as she pushed them past her ass. Looking over her shoulder at him with hooded eyes she asked, “Pull, please?”

He seemed transfixed with her near naked ass as he slowly grabbed the end of one pant leg then the other, pulling her jeans right off.

Kneeling in front of him once again, she ran her hands up his naked, chiseled chest. His muscles had a light dusting of hair that she couldn’t wait to rub her breasts against as he loved her. His abs rippled with tension every time she moved. His cock stood proudly to his navel, weeping with fluid.

Dying for a taste of him, she bent over slowly, eyes locked on his as she licked the pearly drop from the tip, moaning deep in her throat at the burst of salty sweet flavor on her tongue.

Landon’s hands threaded through her hair as she gently licked and sucked as much of his dick as she could. She’d never done it before so she was terrified of hurting him. His deep breaths and low growls told her he was enjoying her torture.

“Sweets,” he moaned as for the first time she took him into her mouth as far as she could. “Fuck.”

The loosening of her bra had his hands quickly on her breasts, pulling on her already sensitive nipples. “Oh,” she moaned when he twisted one a little harder than before. The slight pain mingled with the pleasure and she felt her panties getting wetter with her juices.

Running her tongue all along his cock, under the sensitive head, across the angry veins, and down to the base against his groin, she looked up into his heady gaze and gently bit that small spot where his heavy sack hung before meeting his aroused cock.

Hissing through his teeth, he threw his head back in ecstasy.

As they lay there after an intense bought of lovemaking, they talked about all the small, inconsequential things. The things they loved and hated and everything in between, when Landon finally asked her, “Where are your parents, sweets?”

A heavy sigh left her at his question. “They were killed two years ago in a skiing accident. First time they go away for a holiday without me and they don’t come home.”

“I’m so sorry, sweets, I had no idea.” He felt horrible.

“Well, of course, you didn’t. It’s ok, though. They were together at least.” She looked up at him with a sad smile on her face.

“That’s one way to look at it I suppose,” he murmured, amazed by her strength. “Did you have to go into foster care?”

“I had an elderly neighbor that took me in; she was nice. She passed away a few months ago.”

“Christ, I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, Landon. She was like a hundred and fifty, I swear.”

They lay there quietly for a little while longer when he told her, “My parents want to meet you.”

He could almost hear fog horns on the other side of the world at her lack of response. Looking down at her, she stared up at him with a look mixed up of anticipation and horror.

“What’s with the look, Cec?”

“Umm, well… I guess I didn’t expect that to happen so fast.”

“They know I’m serious about you. Of course, they want to meet you. They’ll love you, sweets, I have no doubt about it.” He promised.

“Don’t be nervous, sweets, they’re going to love you,” Landon told her as they pulled up in front of his parent’s brownstone
.

“Easy for you to say. They have to love you,” she grumbled getting out his car before he could open the door for her.

“Cecilia,” he barked at her.

Spinning to face him, she blew out a breath. Never before had she been so nervous about anything.
What if they hated her? What if they didn’t think she was good enough for their son? What if –

“Cecilia!” he snapped louder this time. “Fucking stop, sweets.” Threading his hands through her wind-blown hair, he brought her closer whispering against her lips, “I fucking love you so fucking much it won’t matter if they do or not.”

Her heart nearly exploded from her chest.
He loves me.
A smile bigger than she’d ever given before graced her lips as he searched her eyes. “Oh, Landon.” A tear fell. “I can’t even… You just… Are you sure?”

“Of course, I’m sure they’ll —“

“No, Landon. Are
you
sure?”

“You’re fucking right I am, Cecilia. You, my goddess, are everything to me and nothing will ever change that,” he told her before stealing her lips in a passionate kiss that left her heart pounding like a jackhammer and her pussy pulsing with the need for him to fill her so completely they’d become one.