Possession: A Luke Brooks Fanfiction

prologue

I never really had the chance to sit and think about how my life had turned out; how the road had twisted and thrown me off course. But becoming one man's item, to one man's treasure--even to a possession, can corrupt any fragile female. He was so charming and passionate, not the kind of guy you would see in the fairy tale stories, but in a torn and damaged manner. He seemed like a true human with a good soul and heart; who somehow turned malicious, psychotic and obsessive. It was a dark period of time for someone like me, yet it was probably the most fun I had ever had in my entire life.

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It was a Saturday night in Los Angeles during the Summer when I was invited to one of the biggest parties of the year. Even though it was quite cold, the party was going to be amazing. During the preparation process, I parted my waved brown and turquoise hair into a centred position, so that each side of hair was equally sitting upon my exposed shoulders. I slipped into a shoulder cut black top and flocked high waisted velvet hot pants. The jet black winged eyeliner and blood red lipstick I had carelessly applied created a wild vibrancy against my pale complexion. After sliding into a pair of black chunky heels, I took a shot of double strength vodka, and the burning sensation intoxicated my throat and made me feel more alive. I then took a drag from a cigarette to taste the nicotine caress my throat and teeth. Locking up the house, the night air chilled my pale snowy skin as I walked to my car. The cold air created a dragon's breath to escape from my nose and mouth every time I sighed. 

Arriving at the party, the music vibrated the entire street and numerous disco lights were being beamed into the sky above, shadowing the glistening stars in the sky. The party was alive. Walking into the party created a more wild aura, as I was dragged into the garden where the nightlife was captured. I took out another cigarette whilst a few anonymous acquaintances poured me drinks. The pounding music filled every sense and made me feel like I was non existent. Whilst partying, my hair became more waved and wild, my lipstick sightly smudged and my body became out of control to the music. I felt someone brush past me quite vigorously, and I began to scream at this person. He began to mouth off so I poured my drink over him. His curled hair was now draping his defined face, whilst his red flannel shirt had become wet and turned black in some places. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing? I brushed past you and you fucking poured your fucking drink over me" He ruffled his hair back into position and held his hands out in line with his hips whilst he continued to scream and point at me

"You deliberately barged into me you little shit, don't you dare talk to me like that, fuck off!" I screamed in his face, deliberately making sure my cigarette smoke intoxicated the air he was breathing. He suddenly stopped shouting, and it was very sudden, and inhaled the nicotine fumes into his lungs. I was confused but he looked hot whilst doing this. He asked for a drag of my cigarette, and I gave it to him. Whilst he took a drag, he looked into my eyes and his piercing hazel eyes connected with mine. His eyes slowly closed and he raised his head and blew the smoke into the sky. Looking dazed, he handed back the cigarette. Our eyes then reconnected for a while. I suddenly felt his fingers interlock with mine and we escaped to the darker end of the garden, where the party was still alive but more muted. The mysterious boy then caressed my soft complexion, whilst he sighed. I asked his name under a sigh

"W-what is your name" and he moved closer into my body. The velvet on my hot pants made his skin quiver and his heartbeat increased. I could then feel his chest on mine, and he continued whilst looking deep into my eyes 

"It's Luke, and yours" he whispered whilst he grasped his hands around my neck. I sighed

"Mila" I could feel his breath on my neck whilst he whispered

"That's a fabulous name" and without any more time to waste, he slowly kissed my neck and moved down my body, planting my chest and stomach with a slow trail of kisses, which made me quiver in his control. He then reached my hot pants, which he slowly pulled down with his teeth and stroked my lacy underwear, and pulled that down too. I was too in the moment and pleasured to tell him to stop. So before I knew it, he had his tongue caressing my walls. It made me shiver with pleasure. He picked me up around his shoulders and continued to eat me out. Every flick of his tongue against my walls made me moan with pleasure. When I finally reached my climax, I dug my nails into his toned body and we both moaned and released cold breath into the night sky, which danced around our bodies. When he had finished, he slowly put me back down onto the floor and pulled my underwear and pants up. He then continued to kiss my lips roughly. He moved his head onto my neck, caressing every inch of it. I sighed at every peck

"L-luke--you're amazing at that. Every other guy I've been with is shit" He slowly stopped kissing my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. I could feel his bulge against my stomach, which made me still quiver. 

"Well, you're quite a charmer and you deserved pleasure such as that" he winked as he twirled my hair with his fingers. I grabbed his waist and pushed his body closer into mine. We continued to connect our soft lips together, and the cold air created a more smooth surface on his lips. 

Everything in that moment seemed like a dream. This mysterious Luke guy had just left his mark in my life, and I'm pretty sure I had left marks on his back. His delicate nature and passion seemed too good to be true. And it really was. It really, really was.