You are mine

Chapter Eleven

Owen frowns, pinning me against the door. “You’re my fucking problem!”

Oh no, what have I done now?

He bends his head down to capture my lips with his. Instantly, my nipples go hard while Owen evades his tongue in my mouth, luring my tongue in his. I kiss him back with everything I have to show him how he affects me.

I’m done fighting this.

I’m not complaining here. My inner voice says to me.

I gasp with surprise as I feel his hand around my throat. He presses his forehead against mine as if he’s trying to control himself. “Buttercup, tell me you don’t want this.” He squeezes my throat lightly, not enough to fright me. I restrain myself not to let out a moan. “If you don’t.” He continues. “I won’t be able to stop myself.”

I should be scared of him, but I’m not. I don’t think that a man who protected me not too long ago had his mind to hurt me. I would lie to myself if I didn’t want him. Even if it’s for one night only, I want to experiment with how it would be to have this man in between my thighs. Something is telling me that I won’t be disappointed.

If I do, I would blame the adrenaline I’m feeling throughout the event I had at the club.

Owen lets out a growl as I lick his lips. “Take me. I won’t stop you.” I whisper close to his lips.

I feel excitement down my belly as Owen slides his hands firmly on my ass to pick me up in his arms. I circle my arms around his neck for support while my legs are wrapped around his waist. The base of my dress is now up on my waist as my legs are exposed to him. As he walks, I can feel how hard he is in the anticipation to take me.

Shit, he seems to be huge!

I don’t know how he did it, but while I’m still in his arms, he succeeds in unzipping down my dress. I waste no time removing the dress from my body.

Owen pins me up against the wall before the dress has time to touch the floor.

He kisses my jaw down to my neck. I let out a hiss when Owen bites my shoulder.

He shamelessly grinds against me as the friction of the fine fabric of my panties and his pants make my center chore burst out to life.

“Not here.” Owen grunts. “It’s time for you to pay what you owe me.”

I gasp excitedly as I know what he means by that. This time I don’t want to run from him.

“It’s not your lips that I want to kiss, buttercup.” His words from a week or so ago pups inside my head.

Yes! Yes! Yes! I chant inside my head.

The moment my body lies on his mattress, Owen takes a step back from the bed. His eyes ogle at my body. I swear that I never felt so alive under his stare.

He snaps out of wherever his mind was, crawling on my body.

Owen removes my bra while he kisses my lips, jaw and neck, all the way down to my shoulder. My breathing becomes heavy when he lowers his head toward my breasts and takes one nipple into his mouth, sucking it. He moves his hand to the other breast, pinching it twin.

“Owen!” I moan his name.

“Look at me.” He orders.

I do as I’m told, and he smirks as he sees my expression.

He sinks lower and lower on my body.

My eyes widen as Owen takes my panties with his teeth, sinking them down on my legs. I help him remove them as I slide them off my legs.