His Act of Possession✔️

chapter eighteen.

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D A V I N A

I throw my dress back on, and stare at myself through the mirror, fixing my hair and make up. I roll my eyes as his hands find my waist. I'm not going to lie, he was decent. He didn't need help locating the clit, and didn't say shit like "That feel good" while aggressively rubbing the shit out of it.

"Get your claws off me, Vaseline." I snarl, patting my self on the back for the new nickname.

"Vaseline?" His hands still on my waist.

"Yeah, now why don't you get out and leave me the fuck alone." I smile, innocently.

"Hm, how about.. no." He smiles back, kissing the side of my neck.

"I wasn't asking, go before someone wonders where we are."

"Oh, they'll know. I had you screaming my name for past 45 minutes." I groan at that, and roll my eyes. "I'd rather throw myself into molten lava." I say ever so sweetly. He was exaggerating, I was not screaming his name. I would rather stab myself in the brain before doing that.

"Out." I deadpan, he surrenders with his hands and then proceeds walks out.

As I walk out, I brush past a slightly open door. I go to check, only for me to be dragged into the room.

"Don't scream." A husky voice demands.

Lorenzo.

"Ugh, you ruined my make up." I roll my eyes.

He rolls his eyes, sliding his hands down my waist. It took everything in me to not shiver against his touch. I briefly close my eyes, as his lips land on my neck.

"Get your barbie infested lips off me." I push his head off me, and back up.

He laughs humourlessly.

"You think my lips touched hers? I have standards, my love." He whispers, his head finding my ear. My love.

"I think you forgot who you belong to." He voice ringing through my mind.

"Who do you belong to?" He asks, his hand travelling down my stomach.

"Myself." I whisper, trying hard to hold back my smirk. His hand cups me in between my legs and I try not to moan at the feeling. It brings flashbacks of that night where he fingered me. Gross.

"Wrong. I'm going to ask you again, who do you belong to?" He repeats himself, his other hand finding its way to my neck.

"I don't belong to anyone." I bite back.

"Oh, but you're wrong. You can fuck any guy here, but you'll always belong to me. You'll always be mine, whether you like it or not." He smirks at my face, and gives the side of my neck a little kiss. And with that, he walks off.

I stand there in shock.

"I think you forgot who you belong to."

I shake off my thoughts, and fix up my posture.

I slowly find myself in the main room again, and look around for Rafael.

I smile to myself as I see him and Emiliano talking.

"Hello." A soft voice speaks out.

I turn around and see Valentina, wearing a beautiful red gown.

"Valentina." I smile, hugging her.

"I see you've also noticed Emil and Rafael, they do suit each other, if I say so myself." She nods in approval. I laugh at that.

"Though, I did not that Rafael was a homosexual." I shrug at that, and snatch a glass of champagne from one of the waiters.

"Yeah, many people don't. He doesn't feel comfortable with many people knowing, you know, in a judgemental world like this." Taking a small sip from the sizzling drink.

"Oh, yeah. That's understandable, so I take it that Diego doesn't know?" She questions, also taking a sip from her drink.

"Yeah, Diego would probably disown Rafael." I frown, watching Rafael slightly nudge Emiliano.

"Does Lorenzo not know that Emiliano is into men?" I ask, curiously.

If Lorenzo knew, why was he jealous of him and I?

"Emiliano's pansexual, I believe," She starts, "He came out a year ago, and I'm proud of him." Valentina looked like a proud Mom watching her child take their first steps. It was adorable.

"Oh." I sigh.

"Lorenzo's been watching you since we've arrived. I don't think you know, but you have that boy wrapped around your finger." She says casually, making me choke on my drink.

She pats my back, and laughs.

"He hasn't 'hooked around' or however you say it." I laugh at the way she says "hook up."

"Then who's the blonde one?" I watch as Valentina's lips curl into distaste at the mention of plastic barbie.

"I don't know why he brought her here, whatever her name is. I think it was just to make you jealous, because on the car ride here, he wouldn't even let her touch him. It was quite hilarious to watch her attempts." She laughs to herself, making me smile to myself.

Maybe I shouldn't have hooked up with Vaseline, oh who am I kidding, I can do whatever I want.

"I'm sorry about your arranged marriage contract, you don't deserve that." I give her a reassuring smile.

"It was bound to happen, anyway." I sigh, disappointed in my Father's judgement.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll find a way out, you're Davina Romano for gods sake!" She gives me a reassuring smile, and I bury into her side.

I will find a way.

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HEY

MY BROTHER STOLE THE LAPTOP WHILE I WRITING MY ESSAY

NOW WTF

ANYWAYS THIS IS KIND OF A SHORT UPDATE

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