His Possession (The Owners) (4 page)

He imagined he was worrying for nothing. Violet was just an innocent girl and not used to being around men.

“Is there anything else, sir?” Anne asked after she knocked on his offie door.

“No. You may leave for the night.” He waited, knowing she had something to say. “Say what you’ve got to say.”

“She’s young. You should be careful with her. She’s not like your other women.”

“How do you know about my other women?” he asked.

“I’ve seen the way you are with her. Be careful. If you squeeze too tight you may lose her forever.”

“Save the dramatic words for someone else. I know what to do with a woman.” Cadeon turned.

Anne bowed her head and left the room. She’d served the Ashwood house ever since he was a boy and his dad had been in control. A possessive instinct had been passed through generation from father to son. When they found the woman they wanted to spend the rest of their life with, they refused to let them go, instead taking over and making them dependant on them and them alone.

His possessiveness rose every time Violet entered the room. He had to hold onto himself to stop himself from having her. She was young, and he was forty years old. In his
head
he knew he should let her go and live her life. To be in the background, waiting until she came back. His
heart
refused to let her go. Violet was his woman, and he wouldn’t ever let her leave him.

Closing down his computer and shutting out the light he made his way up to his bedroom. One of the light shades was still on, and he saw her lying in his bed. Her hair splayed out on the pillow, the strands still wet from her bath. Cadeon stood next to the bed and gazed down at her. The blanket had slipped down her body, the peach, silk nightgown showing through. She wouldn’t have known the gown was made to be transparent. He saw the mounds of her breasts peeking over the edge of the bodice. He saw her nipples, dark red and tight budding against the gown. What would happen if he leaned over and pulled the straps and bodice down
,
e
xposing her tits for him to see?

He moved away from temptation and began to undress. Cadeon didn’t bother with a bath and took a quick shower. His cock, rock hard at the vision of her in his bed, threatened to destroy him. No woman should look so fine and beautiful. He grasped his shaft and palmed up and down the long length of his arousal. The release would be welcome as he didn’t want to startle her when he joined her in the bed.

In his mind’s eye he saw her laid out on the bed. He stripped away her peach gown and thought about her large tits.

His free hand he moved to the wall above. The spray of the water glided down his body.

Thinking about her naked had become a mental torture to him and one he hoped to rectify in the coming weeks. Having her alone for as long as he wished, Cadeon hoped to get her to open up to him. To tell him her secrets and let him care and love her.

Cadeon would give her the world.

His hand increased speed with every thrust. Seeing her on the bed drove him insane with longing. He thought about her waking up and smiling at him as he joined her. Touching her body and showing her the love he was capable of giving. His seed erupted from the tip and sprayed the wall of the shower stall. Gasping for breath, he continued to fuck his fist until every last drop escaped and he was left sated.

The water from the shower cleaned away the mess he’d made. He shut the water off, grabbed the towel she’d used, and wrapped it around his body. A second towel dried off his hair and chest. Walking into the room, he saw Violet was still asleep, but she was plagued with bad dreams. She winced, moaned and trembled.

Discarding the towels, he lifted the covers, shut off the light and joined her. Cadeon wrapped his arms around her and brought her close.

She woke instantly to his presence. “What are you doing?” she asked, her voice groggy and filled with sleep.

“This is my bed, sweetheart. You’re having a bad dream. Lie down and rest.” He laid her head on his chest and held her as she drifted off to sleep.

At first, he felt her struggle to pull away. He held her and refused to let her go. As the night wore on, her body relaxed, and soon she was asleep.

Cadeon closed his eyes and let the thrill of having her in his arms soothe him. She would be his, if it was the last thing he did.

Chapter Three

“Where is she?” Dominic asked, slapping the woman at his feet away from him.

“We don’t know where she could have got to, sir. No one knows what she looks like or where she could have moved to. With no name or other details we can’t find her,” one of his minions said.

Dominic didn’t like failure. He wanted results
,
and he wanted them fast. His business relied on him to be the best he could and to get the products distributed in the best possible condition as soon as possible.

“She’s a little girl, and I want her. People will pay a pretty penny for her. I want her. For the past three years you’ve failed me.” Taking out his gun, Dominic shot the man who’d come back to his house with the same stupid answers.
No one has seen her. No one knows where she is. There are more women out there.

“Does anyone else what to follow this shit-head?” he asked the other men surrounding him. No one stood up.

Picking up the picture he’d found in Valerie Walter’s house. The stupid whore had kept her daughter in the dark from him. She knew he was looking for young girls.
Stupid fucking cunt.
They should know never to think for themselves. They were good for one thing
,  for
fucking and bringing him money. When one whore died, ten more stood in her place. Valerie had been a good earner. She knew what the men wanted. Finding the picture of her daughter had been a treasure he couldn’t deny
,
but l
ocating the girl was becoming more trouble than he liked. Maybe when he got her, he’d give the little slut a test drive.

“Now, I want you to leave here and get in touch with our contacts in the police force. Push a little money. I don’t give a shit. I want this girl found.”

His men left in a hurry. They knew better than to fuck with him. Dominic Green, human trafficker, drug pusher, and all round bad-ass. No one messed with him. Least of all women. He glanced at the woman curled up in a ball. Smiling, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her into his bedroom.

The girl would be his.

Chapter Four

Violet stretched, coming awake and opening her eyes. She frowned. The bed wasn’t hers, and she didn’t recognise the room. She became aware of the other presence in the bed and turned to see Cadeon fast asleep beside her, one arm flung over her waist and one leg covering both of hers.

She’d never slept in a bed with a man before. Lying as still as possible, she looked at the man she worked for. In sleep he appeared so peaceful, unlike when he was awake. Cadeon Ashwood was a force to be reckoned with. She’d witnessed grown men become terrified at the prospect of doing business with him.

He opened his eyes and smiled at her. The effect on her body alarmed her. His smiled should not affect her so easily.

“Good morning,” he said. His hand on her waist moved up her rib cage to lie underneath her breast.

“Morning.”

“Did you sleep well?”

How strange for her to be having a conversation about her sleeping pattern with her boss?
Wait a minute.
She was in bed with her boss. That sort of thing mustn’t happen.
Shit
. She wished her mother hadn’t kept her in the dark about so many things. But then, men did sleep with her mum all the time.

Shut up, Violet.

“Yes. I did.”

“Good. I’m glad.” Cadeon leaned over and kissed her on the lips. The merest brush of lips. Nothing overly sexual or dominating.

“You keep doing that,” she said.

“What?”

“Kissing me. I’m your employee. You shouldn’t kiss me.” Her fingers traced the line of her lips.

“I like kissing you. Don’t you like me kissing you?” His hand moved down her body and grasped her hip. She took a large breath trying to compose the shaking of her body. What was he doing to her? “Well? Do you like me kissing you?”

“Yes,” she whispered not trusting herself to speak any louder.

He cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking the curve of her jaw. “You’re so beautiful.”

She liked his compliments. Licking her lips, Violet stared into his eyes. Their gazes held in a fight of wills. Who would look away first?

“You don’t believe me when I say you’re beautiful?” he asked.

Violet wouldn’t turn away. “I don’t know what to think. Beauty means so many things to so many people.”

Cadeon chuckled. “Your eyes speak of so much knowledge. Of shit you should never have witnessed. Yet, you say stuff that has an air of innocence. You’re a contradiction, Miss Moore.” He kissed her again. “You’ve got secrets. I’m going to unlock them.”

Her heart beat faster. No one could ever know about her past. Her mother had forbidden her to ever speak of her life. The day she killed herself was the day
the old Violet
ceased to exist.

“I’ve got no secrets. I’m just trying to make my way,” she said. Her hand stopped him from moving down her face. The fear of being caught gave her the strength to stop him on his quest.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I’m not afraid of anything,” she said.

“You’re scared of my touch.” To prove his point, his hand went to her collarbone and travelled down to cup her breast. Violet tried not to struggle under his touch. Tears formed in her eyes, and she bit her lip to stop calling out. His touch scared her, not because she was repulsed, but because of what it made her feel. She didn’t understand what was going on with her body or how to control it. Cadeon Ashwood was a dangerous man, and she should be running in the opposite way to avoid him.

“I can feel your heart beating, Violet.” She broke eye contact and stared down at his hand. His fingers were tilted as he brushed them along her nipple. The material of her gown pointed up as her nipple grew tight. Pleasure burst from the spot he was touching.

“S-stop,” she said. He pulled his hand away.

“You’re a bright young woman. I see you, and you’re happy to hand out mail and serve coffee. I don’t buy it. I’ve seen you glance at the art work in the corridors when you think no one is looking. There is something about you, Violet. You want to see the world but are afraid to open up and fly.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She did. What scared her was how easily he could read her.

“I could show you everything.” He grabbed her chin in a strong grip. Not tight with the intent to hurt. “One more taste.”

Cadeon bent his head, and Violet couldn’t stop him. His lips touched hers. This wasn’t a brush of lips. This was something else. A possession of her mind, her body. Violet held onto him as he made love to her mouth. His tongue traced the curve of her lips before plunging inside. He tasted fresh and masculine. Moaning, she pressed closer. Cadeon moved his hands down her body to the straps of her gown. Violet didn’t want to refuse. His kiss had caught her off guard. She loved the feel of being in his arms and having him take total control over her.

He moved down, kissing along her neck and down. Her fingers sank into the hair at the nape of his neck. A growl came out of his mouth. She watched as he moved over her, his naked body pressing between her thighs.

Violet froze. The length of his arousal pressed at her core.

“A man will say anything to get one thing. Keep yourself whole, Violet. Once you give it up, they’ll treat you like trash.”

“What’s the matter?” Cadeon asked, coming off her.

She took in the scene with fresh eyes. Her gown was down to her waist. Her nipples glistened from the wet heat of his mouth. Her legs were spread open, and he lay between them.