His Possession(7)

Swinging down the last of his drink, he picked up the phone and dialled his friend and lead security man, Tate Allen.

“You’re calling me a little early. Doesn’t the bad Dom come out after dark?” Tate said.

“Don’t start. I’ve got a job for you, and I’ll make it worth your while.”

“You know the only thing I want.”

They’d argued many times about what Tate wanted. Cadeon refused to give her to him.

“I told you no,” Cadeon growled.

“Then I can’t help you.”

Tate hung up the phone, and Cadeon slammed his receiver back down. Pouring himself another shot of whisky he picked up the phone and dialled his number again. Tate wanted Rebecca Black for his own. He’d found her in a sex club being abused by an asshole who was into pain. He’d promised to help and keep her safe.

“My deal sticks. I’ll not do anything for you without her, Cadeon. I promised you I’d take care of her. Nothing has changed,” Tate said as soon as he picked up the phone.

“What about your friend, Kevin? Will he still take care of her?” Cadeon didn’t want to get into this argument.

The woman he wanted was upstairs and, he bet, lying in his bed. He wanted to go and join her. To hold her in his arms. Not have to sort through making deals with men for women.

“Kevin wants her, too. We’ll take care of her. We’ve promised you several times.”

“She’s delicate.”

“You either want us to do this job, Cadeon, or get off the phone. I’m tired of this bullshit. You can’t keep Rebecca from us forever. She’s ours.”

His grip tightened on the phone. “Fine, but I’ve got to be present at your meeting. If she doesn’t feel comfortable with you, you call it off, deal?”

“Yes.”

“I want you to do some digging for me.”

“Give me the, name, age and sex and I’ll get it done,” Tate said.

“Violet Moore, twenty-one and female.”

“Any middle names? Anything else to go on?”

“She has no living family.”

“Cadeon, do you think this girl wants to stay gone for a reason?”

Cadeon drank down his second shot. “I don’t think anything. I want to know more about her.”

“Consider it done.”

The call ended, and Cadeon placed the receiver down. He knew he should call Rebecca, but he didn’t want to disturb her yet. Tate and Kevin always unnerved her.

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, exposing 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.