His Possession(45)

For most of her life she was use to ignoring the call of the doorbell and continued to work through the sound.

“What are you doing, honey? Go and answer the door.”

“But it’s not my house,” she said as an excuse.

“You’re the lady of the house. Whoever is at the door tell them to wait or send them packing.”

Violet dried her hands on the pair of jeans she’d taken from her home and went to answer the door.

Turning the lock, she opened the door with a smile on her face, which froze into place as she saw who stood on the doorstep.

Olivia, Cadeon’s ex. The woman who’d been begging him to take her back. The whole situation was new to Violet. She stood staring at the other woman.

“Hello, Violet. I thought we should introduce ourselves.” Olivia moved her hand between them.

Violet shook the hand.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”

Should she invite the other woman into the home? She’d been with Cadeon first. Surely that meant she had some right to still be allowed to move over the threshold. Violet moved out of the way and let the woman inside. Olivia moved straight to the sitting room as Anne was coming out of the kitchen.

She closed the door and faced Anne.

“Who is it?” she asked.

“Olivia.”

Anne disappeared straight in after the other woman. Closing her eyes to try to calm her rioting nerves she followed in the direction of the other two women.

“You’re not supposed to be here. You know Mr. Ashwood wouldn’t like your meddling.”

“Meddling? Really, Anne. You haven’t changed a bit. I would like some tea, and seeing as how Violet let me in instead of you, it’s her place to get rid of me, not yours.” The change in the other woman shocked Violet.

Anne turned around and stared at her. What was she supposed to do? She fidgeted on the spot as the older woman stared at her. This situation was out of her depth.

“I guess I’ll go and make some tea.”

Violet watched Anne leave before she took a seat opposite the other woman. “Looks like we won’t have much time to chat. Anne will be phoning her lord and master to come home and protect you from me.”

“I doubt it.”

“There is much you don’t know, but I’m going to set that to right now that I’m here.”

Violet stared at Olivia as she sat in the armchair as if she owned the house. Cadeon had rushed to work to complete some business that he needed to fix. Anne was in the kitchen. The other woman didn’t like that she’d invited Olivia into the house. Violet wished she’d told her to leave when she had the chance. They way Olivia had changed the moment she walked over the threshold unnerved her.

“So, you’re the latest fuck piece,” she said, a sneer to her tone. Violet blushed. She hated confrontation, and this woman shouted out her attitude from a mile away. Instead, Violet sipped her tea and prayed the woman would say what she needed to say and leave. “I can see why he likes you. You’ve got the submissive gene going for you. I bet he could tell you to do anything and you’d do it. Fucking natural submissives make me sick.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said. Violet had noted the way Cadeon liked to take control. Look at what had happened to her. Taken out of her normal, relaxing job. Moved into a role she wasn’t capable of doing, taken from her home, and now she lived with him. Looking back she wondered when she had fought for anything in the last few weeks. Cadeon had simply said to do something, and she’d relented, doing exactly what he wanted. The life she was living had been what he wanted. A kept woman. No better than her mother. Only instead of servicing loads of men she was keeping one man satisfied.

Olivia laughed, the sound making Violet’s hairs stand on end. The ear piercing sound wasn’t attractive. “This is priceless. Cadeon hasn’t told you yet how dark his passions go. Baby, you’re in for some massive surprise.”

“Please. I don’t know what you and Cadeon had, and he said it’s over between you two....”

“It can never be over. Out of all the women he’s tried to replace me with none have what it takes to be with him. I’m the only one who knows what he wants.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

“He’s a Dom, Violet. A man who likes to tie his women up and spank their assess until they’re red and raw. He likes to bring pain to a woman. To see her screaming with it.”

Violet was going to throw up her lunch. No way could Cadeon be anything like the way this woman described. There was no way. He was sweet and tender. She knew about his dominance, but that had always been part of him.