Once You're Mine (Possessing Her)

by Morgan Bridges

Emotionally, they are more intelligent, more in tune with the feelings that tend to dominate their lives.

believe that people have different facets to their personality. But I never would’ve guessed that Mr. Bennett, the prosecuting attorney who tried to imprison my father, would be the same man who also possessed a degree of chivalry. Or that he’d execute it on my behalf.

Family isn’t defined by a number of people or the social construct. It’s defined by the number of heartbeats, shared laughs, and a love that goes beyond borders or restrictions.

Someone, another man no less, threatened what belongs to me.

“This doesn’t involve you. Only this man since he foolishly touched what doesn’t belong to him.” “What the hell are you talking about?” Grady shouts. Bennett jerks his chin in my direction. His eyes are bright in the dim lighting, the fierce emotions within shining like diamonds. “She’s mine.”

“Apologize to Miss Green for putting your filthy hands on her. Then apologize to me for touching what’s mine.”

“You need me. Not this fucking job or anything else,” he says. “Now, get in the car before I carry you.”

“Don’t try to run,” he says, staring into my eyes. “I can see you want to, but don’t.” “Why?” “I will always chase you.”

“Stop looking at me like that.” I flick my gaze to his. “What?” “Stop looking at me like you want my hands on your body.” He inhales as if to keep a hold on himself, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. “If I touch you, I won’t ever stop.”

agree, Callie.” I sneak a glance at him. “No one’s ever called me that.” “And no one else ever will.”

She is mine. My reason for feeling alive. My reason for feeling enraged. My reason for feeling anything at all.

“She is a person of great interest to me and should be shown the ultimate respect at all times. Whenever she requests to speak to me, you will contact me immediately and put all of my other plans on hold. There’s nothing and no one more important than her. Understood?”

have to know,” Hayden says, his tone more forceful. “Who put their fucking hands on you? I want a name.”

The world is full of darkness, so why not try to be the light in someone’s day?

Calista: *orders another motherfucking drink* Hayden: That better be a glass of motherfucking water. I don’t want you throwing up in my car when I take you home.

“You’re so beautiful when you beg,”

“I’ll replace them ten times over. Throw those shoes away before I lose what little patience I have left. If I would’ve known another man bought them for you, I would’ve burned them long before now.”

“You belong to me, Callie. You have since the first time I saw you. I knew it then, and I’m telling you now, you’re mine.”

with.” “What about the fact that I don’t want you to experience pain in any capacity unless it’s the pain of my cock driving into your cunt? What about the idea that you’re hurt because you’re so fucking scared of me that you don’t realize I would kill someone to keep you safe? Fuck my car. I want your blood on it, my cock, and anywhere else that’d mark me as yours.”

“It’s never been this way for me. I don’t know how to deal with it except to make sure that you’re safe and cared for at all times. That’s the only thing keeping me from going completely insane and kidnapping you. Although I’ve thought about it. A lot.”

“Do you hear me, Callie? I’ll never leave you. Not in this life or whatever comes after. You are mine. And I will burn this world to fucking ashes before I let anything take you from me. Or me from you.”

“I’ll fuse your broken pieces with mine. Together, we’ll be whole, Callie.”

“I will always come back to you, Callie.”

However, the thought of relying completely on another person and giving them power over my happiness and security again is terrifying.

“When the woman of your darkest fantasies says she wants you, you don’t let anything get in the way of her changing her mind.”

I almost laugh for a third time. The photograph in my room is of Calista.

That has to be a red flag, right?” Harper’s lips pull to the side. “Red’s my favorite color.”