Bullied (Possessed 0.50)

Crashing his mouth on hers, he devoured her in that moment. If she were honest, he owned her completely. He’d possessed her body in ways she’d never dreamt of before.

Pulling away, he pressed his forehead to hers, both trying to control their chaotic breathing. Opening her eyes, she had a moment of surreality. This was actually happening. He was really going to own me.

“You ready, sweets?” he whispered.

Nodding her head, he slowly let her body slide down his not once losing contact.

“I’ll meet you by the door. Hurry.”

Searching through the clothes in her closet, she didn’t think she had anything worthy of going on a date with Landon. Everything was old and either threadbare or had actual holes in it.

Deciding to just keep it simple with a black halter top that matched a pair of black, high-waisted cut-off jeans, she grabbed her chucks and jean coat hoping she didn’t look like a mess.

She was explosive. The way she lit up for him with simple, small touches blew his mind. He’d never met a woman as responsive as she was.

She was a perfect mix of fiery passion and innocence. If he were a betting man, he’d lay money that she was as innocent as they came and he couldn’t wait to find out.

“I’m shocked you got in her pants. Such a frigid little girl our Cecilia is.” Why are people so stupid? He wondered, turning to look at her roommate.

“Stop while you're ahead why don’t you?” he snarled.

“Hey, not my fault she’s such a stuck up bitch.”

“Brittany?” Fuck. She’d heard. The hurt in his goddess’s voice made him angrier than the assholes from that morning.

“Oh please, Cec. You are. You t

hink you’re so much better than everyone else when all you are is some freak show that belongs in the circus.”

Crowding her roommate until she was pushed up against the wall, he told her, “Spread the fucking word, bitch. Cecilia is mine and anyone who says one more bad thing about her, I will end them. No fucking question.”

Pushing away from her, he went to his woman. Not slowing down as he approached her, he crushed her mouth under his, devouring everything he could and showing his possession of her.

As Landon pulled into his parking spot in the underground garage of the building he owned, panic threatened to take hold of her. She knew he was rich; she grew up with his sister tormenting her about it. But to see it up close was entirely different. Overwhelming.

“Cecilia?” Landon calling her name stopped her from going into full-fledged panic mode. Barely.

“I don’t know if I can do this. You’re so… You. And I’m just blah. How can this work?” She found it hard to find the words to explain to him what she meant, but he seemed to read her mind.

“You’re worried about what other people will think?”

“I’m worried… I’m worried I won’t measure up, Landon,” she whispered softly.

“How? Cecilia, I don’t give a fuck what people think of me or what I do or who I fall in love with,” he told her passionately.

“Love?”

Laughing at what she grasped onto, he told her, “Yeah, sweets, love.” His smile lit up his face quelling some of her fears.

“You’re in the public eye, Landon. A lot.”

“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.”