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Owned By The Dom: Part One (The Owners #3) Page 17
Author: Sam Crescent

“I’m not a vampire, Prudence.” He moved into her sitting room, glancing around him. She gazed at him stood in her sitting room. The house was a nice size. With him inside the sitting room made her place feel ridiculously small. “Nice place.”

“Thanks. Do you want anything to drink?” she asked, pulling out her ponytail and allowing the locks to fall around her head.

“No. I want you to quit your job,” he said, turning to look at her.

“What? Why?”

“I know where you work, and I don’t want you working there anymore,” he said, removing his coat.

The moment the coat was gone she lost all sense of her argument as she merely watched him. His body was so large and muscular.

It is not the first time you’ve seen a decent body, Prue. He’s not even naked. Stop simpering, you silly girl.

“You can’t tell me where to work,” she said, folding her arms underneath her br**sts.

She saw it.

His gaze went down to her chest and quickly looked up at her. If she’d been looking elsewhere she’d have missed it. That one glance gave her hope.

Why are you hoping? He’s Veronica’s ex. You can’t have him.

She didn’t want him. You do.

Take what you want.

Prue felt like a bitch and was confused. Veronica was a happily married mother. Why couldn’t she be with James? Her life was turning into one long drama. She couldn’t stand it much longer.

“Give me one good reason why I should give up my job?” she asked, pulling his attention back to her. She wondered what he’d do if she opened her blouse revealing the white lacy bra she wore.

Stop! Don’t be bad, Prue.

She wanted to be bad with James so much.

“You work for Cadeon Ashwood,” he said.

“Wrong. I work in the building owned by Cadeon Ashwood. I’ve never met the guy. I know Violet, the woman he’s married to. She was a quiet little thing. I’m not quitting my job.”

She watched him grind his teeth. His jaw locked in anger.

“I’ve told you to quit your job.” He took a step closer.

Prue licked her lips from the way his gaze penetrated her own. She’d never seen him so serious before.

“No, you can’t order me around, James.” She stopped speaking the moment he stood in front of her. She stared up his body wondering what was going on in that mind of his.

“I don’t want you working for him.”

“He’s your friend?” She knew the answer. His and Cadeon’s name had been linked together in the news.

“I know, and I don’t want you working for him, Prudence.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, Mr. Castleden, jobs are scarce in this market. The work I do for Cadeon is good, and I get paid a decent wage. Not many women can say the same.”

Her heart was racing purely for him. His subtle masculine scent teased her nostrils. The scent of leather and hard muscled man was intoxicating. He wore his leather pants making him look sinful.

“What was your relationship with your professor, Prudence?” he asked.

She looked at him, staring into his eyes, and she knew. James had run a check on her. Prue knew she should be angry at him checking her out, but it made her pleased.

Prue loosened a hand and pressed her palm against the front of his shirt. She felt the coil of muscle tense against her touch. A chuckle escaped between her lips.

She took one step closer, closing the small distance between them. Her hand was the only part of her touching him. It was enough for her to feel the heat escaping from him.

“I never knew I was so important for you to check up on.” Her ni**les were hard points, and her pu**y was on fire, her need escalating in a short space of time.

“What was your relationship with your professor?” he asked again.

She didn’t speak a word only stared at him.

What did it mean for him to be checking up on her? In her heart she thought it meant so much. Did he care about her? Want her the way she wanted him? Her head, however, made her doubt herself.

He’d been with Veronica. She’d seen him happy and knew from the look on his face that he wasn’t happy.

“You’ve checked up on me, James. You find out what went on between the professor and me.”

She moved away taking a seat on her sofa. If she hadn’t been wearing her pencil skirt she’d have folded her legs under her. Prue picked up the remote and turned the volume up on the television. Her hand shook giving way to her nerves. She wanted to challenge James and show him she could give as good as she got.

“You f**ked him, didn’t you?”

Her pulse leapt in her body. She’d never heard him be so crass before. Prue liked the way the word “fucked” rolled off his tongue.

Again, she didn’t answer flicking through the channels instead.

“He was older than you, Prudence.”

She smiled recalling the way the other man had shown her the delights of the body. It was a nicer and subtler way of saying how well the older man f**ked.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw the stress on his face from her lack of words. Why was she doing this to him? James had always been nice to her.

He ran his fingers through his black hair with the few specks of grey. She wanted to run her own fingers through the locks. How would they feel when she tightened on the length as he drove his shaft inside her?

James sat down on the coffee table in front of her. She saw the bulge in his pants and knew he wanted her. The signs she’d been looking for on Monday were present now.

What should she do?

Prue didn’t want to be another notch on his bed post. Or a guilty f**k the next morning. She’d hate for him to regret being with her.

He took the remote from her hand and placed her hand within his. She saw how much bigger he was than she. She wasn’t scared. His size comforted her. In the modern world they lived in, she knew she wasn’t supposed to need a man to keep her safe but she did. Prue liked the thought of being taken care of. Prue’s secret fantasy was to have a man who not only wanted to possess her, he also needed to own her.

****

James felt the smooth softness of her hand. Since the moment he learned she worked for Cadeon, alarm bells had been going off through his mind. He didn’t want her working for Cadeon, and he knew it was silly. He’d known Cadeon a long time. The man was completely devoted to his wife, Violet. All of James’s concerns were not founded. She was safe with Cadeon where at other offices she wouldn’t be.

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