His Possession

6

HE

I had no idea how she knew my name. I never mentioned it, so I was curious how she did.

I let my eyes wonder her body as I came closer and felt a hard on starting. She was in a long sleeve shirt that covers her hands, tiny shorts and knee long socks. With her messy, just-woke-up hair, she looked unbelievably adorable.

What made me thrown was the white scars decorating her long, slender legs. Is that why I always saw her in jeans?

She noticed how I was staring at her legs and her face went red. "Stop it." She whispered.

She was so different from the girl I first meet. She shy and blushing now but was straightforward and making threats when they meet in the cafe. "Are you going to answer my question?"

"Which one?" She asked.

I arched a brow. "I only asked one."

She shook her head, her dirty blonde hair swaying with the motion. "You have questions, I can see them in your eyes. A lot actually." She shrugged her shoulders like her ability to read me was nothing.

I have been told by submissive s and doms that I am very difficult to read. But this woman could read me like the back of her hand. It - she - was intriguing. "Would you answer them honestly?"

She narrowed her eyes ever so slightly. "Yes, if I feel comfortable doing so."

"Why are your legs covered in scars?" I asked straight away.

A muscle ticked beneath her eyes. "My... dad used his belt on my a lot as a kid." Pain invaded her eyes.

"Why? Were you naughty?" I couldn't see why for any other reason.

"No. He was drunk a lot liked to inflict pain onto my for no reason." She shrugged her shoulders, a careless movement but I saw the tension over her body. Like a wild animal ready to pounce.

"How did you know my name?"

"I followed you back to your mansion after you attempted to stalk me. I talked to you mother. She was sweet." Lizzie admitted.

I was amazed and annoyed. "First, I didn't attempt stalking you, I was merely getting information. Two, didn't she ask who you were?" My mother wouldn't tell a stranger information about me... right?

"I'm friends with Tommy, who is a cousin of you mother's best friend, Simone." She was less tense now but she still stay pressed to the wall. "Plus, with my background, your stalking was sloppy compared to me."

I smirked. "Aren't you a cocky little thing? What do you mean by your background?"

"I was trained in the art in assassination. Didn't you notice the knives I had on my bedside table?"

"What the fuck? You're a Assassin?" But she looked she cute and waif-like. I shrugged my shoulders mentally. Strangely, I still wanted her.

She smirked, the first I have seen since she woke up. "Actually I am the Deciever Assassin."