I was choosing him.
And that realization made me feel powerful, even in my body’s erotic helplessness.
Gianni curved his lips into a dark smile, as if he could sense the shift in me.
As if he knew exactly what I was thinking.
He got completely over me now, putting us face to face as he hovered that big body over mine. “This moment right here is about your understanding something very important.”
I trembled. “And what is that?”
“You’re mine, Princess. No one else will ever have you.”
It shouldn’t have happened, but this dark thrill pulsed through me.
And it was the certainty in his voice.
The absolute possession.
It all gave me this dark, twisted pleasure.
I had always thought that love was the ultimate connection between two people—a bond built on mutual respect, affection, and care.
But what Gianni was offering me wasn’tjustlove.
It was something much darker.
Much more primal.
It was utter, obsessive possession.
And as I lay there, pinned beneath his weight, with his cock poised to take what no one else ever had, I realized that this kind of possession was a different kind of connection.
A stronger one, perhaps.
More intense.
More consuming.
It wasn’t just about being cherished.
It was about being owned.
Is that better than love?
Love could be gentle.
Forgiving.
But, it could also be fickle.
Fleeting.
Possession, on the other hand, was absolute.
Unyielding.
Unwavering.
