Her Eyes Under My Possession

chapter 20

"I can't go another day without you, Demon. There is no other man out there who can satisfy me as good as you."

"You should have thought about that before jumping for the next man with a decent pay packet. We're done. I want nothing to do with you."

The woman, Olivia, sank to her knees. Her hands, with her nails, painted red, traveled up his leg going to his crotch. Violet couldn't contain the gasp from between her lips as the woman continued to touch him. The unusual display shocked her to her core. Is that how Demon saw her? Is an unusual person to be used and discarded? From his own words, he'd been intimate with the woman.

Demon looked up and stared at her.

"Violet."

Olivia turned to see who he was talking to. Violet felt frozen in place. Demon wasn't her man. She was just the woman he made sleep with him, in his bed. Whom he touched at night and during the day.

"I should go," Violet said. She moved down the last flight of stairs, shocked as Demon moved away from the woman. He was not giving her the courtesy of his time; he was brushing her off as if she were nothing, not a woman with feelings.

"Demon, let the girl go."

"For the fucks sake, woman, get the hell out of my life," he shouted.

Violet opened his front door which he closed immediately. "Let me go."

"No. I told you. You're mine, and I'm not letting you go." His hands rested on either side of her, trapping her.

He took her arm and led her back. Grabbing Olivia by the arm, Violet watched the scuffle which took place. Demon got the upper hand and threw the woman out of his house, slamming the door. Violet stared at the spot where she'd been begging for his attention. Her thoughts upstairs as she faced herself in the mirror came back to haunt her. Giving herself to him could be the biggest mistake of her life. He walked back into the room, his face red with anger.

"I'm sorry you had to witness that."

"Who was she?" she asked, frowning at how calm she sounded. While staring in the mirror she'd thought about giving her body to him, only to witness the bitter way he treated his ex-lovers.

"An old friend."

"By old friend you mean girlfriend?"

"No. I wouldn't go that far."

"But you slept with her?"

"Not the way I do with you."

Her anger rose with his evasion of her questions. "Did you sleep with her?"

He stared at her. "I fucked her."

Anne walked inside the room. Violet turned away from him, struggling to breathe.

"Not now, Anne," Demon said.

"I hope you're not taking your problems out on the girl."

"You can take the rest of the day off."

Violet kept her back to them. She wanted nothing to do with the way he was speaking to Anne. Closing her eyes, she tried to fight the pain in her. Demon was older than she. He had a past, a much longer past than hers.

"Olivia was a long time ago. I never slept with her. It was purely physical."

"You must have made an impression to have her begging like that."

"I take pride in* to a woman, Violet. I'm no monk, and I'm not going to insult you and pretend that I was."

"I'm very much aware of how skilled you are. I mean, take a look at me. I was in your office for two minutes, and now I'm all but living with you. I can't go back to my house, and every time you put your hands on me I give in. I'm nothing but a slut."

He took a step toward her, and she moved back a step. "Don't ever call yourself that."

"How can I not when a woman you've been intimate with was here begging and you throw her out? What makes me any different?"

"Listen to me, Violet. She meant nothing to me. None of the women before you meant anything."

She stared at him in shock. For the past two weeks, she'd been sharing his bed, allowing him to touch her as she touched him.

"Once you're done with me you'll just throw me away. Is that it? I'm only good while I present you with a challenge?" she asked as tears fell from her eyes.

Demon didn't have the best business reputation, but she'd never seen him be cruel. The way he dealt with that woman, an ex-lover, had been nothing but cruel.

"No, you're different."

"How?" she screamed. The words he kept repeating went off his head like a large red flashing light. "Why am I different? What makes me so special? I've done nothing in my life. I've been nowhere. Whereas you've known women who've lived their life and yet you want me to believe I've got something they don't?"

"I don't know how to explain it to you," he said.

"What's to explain? You sleep with women – no, forgive me – you fuck women, and when you're bored you get rid of them as if they mean nothing. I'm not staying around to become a hopeless fool who falls at your feet." Violet went to move past him, but he caught her before she could get too far away from him.

"I've made a lot of mistakes in my life, but I refuse to add you to the list. I'm not letting you go."

"I don't want to stay here." She lied. In their short time of being with him there was nowhere else in the world she wanted to be.

"You're lying. I know you want me as much as I want you. Don't you feel it between us? There isn't a moment that goes by where I don't think about you."

"That's just a fuck."

"Is it? Because I've had that, Violet. I've wanted women, and the moment I've fucked them the intensity has gone. With you, I've felt this burning inside me since the moment we met on the elevator."

She frowned, not recalling the time he talked about.

"You don't remember it?"

"I've never met you."

"We rode in the elevator together. You wore a black pencil-type skirt and a white blouse. You stood on my floor waiting as the doors opened. You stood staring at the ground before riding the lift down to the bottom floor. Do you remember? I told you it was ground floor."

The scene played out in her mind. She remembered the day vaguely, as she hadn't been working in the building long.

"I see you remember. I knew that day you'd be mine."

"What are you saying?" she asked.

"I love you, Violet."

She gasped as he pushed her back against the wall his body crowding her. "I looked at you, and my world fell apart. I knew I wanted you, and I'd do anything to get you. You feel this?" He placed her hand over his heart. "It beats for no one but you."

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Her hand pressed against his chest. Eyes bright with tears, Demon prayed she would believe him. Being with her meant more to him than anything else. Seeing her face as she saw Olivia had cut him deeply. Telling her the whole truth about the other woman could send her running from him. He wouldn't blame her. Being a dominant man could send the most experienced women away. He would give it all up if he could.

"How can you love?" she asked.

"Because I do. I know how I feel."

"I never thought anyone could ever fall in love with someone like me."

Demon slammed his lips down on hers. Showing her everything he was and how much he loved her. Violet submitted to him, her arms circling around his neck bringing him in closer. He wanted her badly. To feel her soft skin against his own. Pulling away, Demon knew he had to stop now. Otherwise, he wouldn't have the strength.

they love each other, will her past make them apart?