You Own Me (Owned 1)

Vic moved his hands along the curve of my waist, and I could feel my resolve melting with each touch.

“The best part of my assignments is when they end. I used to love my job, but now I can’t wait till they’re over. I get to see you.” Vic stared deeply into my eyes, as though he were seeing me for the first and last time. He dove down into my neck. “I get to smell you and feel you. I try to memorize every aspect of you before I leave, Lenny, but it’s never enough.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” I pleaded. Every time he left, my heart cracked a little bit more. If we kept going on this way, my heart would be one giant crevasse. I didn’t have the strength to leave him completely nor did I have the strength to be with him entirely. At least when we were together, we never mentioned the giant elephant in the room.

“To you?” Vic scoffed. “What can I possibly be doing to you that you haven’t already done to me? God, Lenny, you torture me.”

“I torture you?” I exclaimed, pushing him away.

He accepted the push and stood there looking like a puppy that had just been kicked.

I barely ever saw Vic anything but demanding and confident. I summoned all of my confidence to ignore his pain and have mine acknowledged.

“You swoop in after months away and use up all of me. Then you toss me aside and jet off like James Bond to be with exotic women and save the world. It takes me all the minutes until your next visit to piece myself together. You shatter me.” I heaved, feeling like I’d just thrown up.

Vic slammed his fist against the wall behind me, nearly missing my head. “Dammit, Lennox!”

I glared, refusing to cow tow to his intimidation techniques.

“I’m not James Bond. I don’t do exotic women. I do reconnaissance that no one else can. I’ve nearly died getting distracted by you—”

“I haven’t done anything!” I interrupted.

“I keep thinking about you and what you’re doing!” Vic breathed against my neck and said, “Who you’re doing. I can’t stand the idea that you’re with some other man. I nearly got my team killed because I couldn’t keep my head out of your pussy.”

My eyes widened at his words and my core clenched.

We both stood still. Bodies in masquerade moved around us, the music pounded, and time moved on, but we stayed the same. In stasis, just like our relationship.

“It doesn’t change anything,” I finally said.

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bsp; “I know,” Vic replied. “But goddammit, Lennox, I love you.” Vic pierced my mouth with his tongue.

God she tasted fucking incredible. I will never get over the taste. Like maraschino cherries and fresh water. It replenished me and yet made me crave more.

I pushed Lenny harder into the wall, groaning as she curled her thin fingers around my neck. When I’d envisioned our meet up, this was not how it went. I’d planned on pouring out my soul. Telling her how I needed her, how we were meant to be together—all that shit.

I did not plan on ramming her against the wall like a sex-crazed animal. But damn, when she looked at me with her dark blue eyes and uncertain, moving lips, I was furious. I needed to show her.

I needed to claim her. How goddamn caveman was that? Fuck it. She was mine.

Lenny released a breathy sigh. “Vic,” she moaned. I gripped her lower back, bringing her body toward mine.

“Yeah, baby?” If there’s one sound that will make a man do anything, anything at all, it’s the sound of his woman saying his name. When Lenny said my name in that breathy, gasping way, I was ready to slay a dragon for her.

Hell, I was ready to create and breed a dragon, just so I could slay it for her.

“I need you, Vic.” Lenny gasped as I pulled her leg around my waist. I was gonna explode, ready to come like teenage boy. When she said those words, I wanted to throw her on the ground and mark her in front of everyone. I didn’t want there to be any doubt that Lennox Moore belonged to Vic Wall.

“You have me, Lennox,” I hissed. Honestly, I’m not exaggerating when I say I’m about to blow a load in my pants. Just being in proximity of Lenny is enough for me to get a raging hard-on, so when she’s clawing at my back, apparently too hot to care about the fact that we’re in public, it takes all of my willpower not to jizz my jeans.

I hitched up the front of her dress, making sure to block her from public view. The corner we were in was dark enough that I’m sure no one could see us anyway, but I don’t take any chances when it comes to Lenny. My hands snaked up her legs, feeling the smooth skin. She’s always so smooth. I took particular time feeling between her thighs. I’m addicted to the way she shivers when I touch her inner thighs. Her body turns to Jell-O in my hands and she lets out the sexiest whimpers; all this before I’ve even touched her cunt. When I finally found Lenny’s wet pussy, we both let out loud moans. She was so goddamn wet.

“Always so wet,” I said to her, unable to contain my appreciation.

“I can’t help it with you,” Lenny sighed.