Whatever He Wants

"Who owns this?"

AN: I am so proud of Owned and Whatever He Wants. These two books have the same theme of over the top possessive men, but the undertones are different. Knowing me, it's probably still going to run more on the smutty side, but I'm really enjoying writing for Whatever He Wants right now. Hope you guys enjoy. Oh and if you read this far comment something :) lol. 

"Shhh. I told you to call me, didn't I?" I hear Carter growl in a low voice. It's then that I wake up a bit more and realize that the hand isn't choking me, but just resting there.

"Let go! And stop sneaking up on me when I'm asleep," I say and tug his hand away. As a show of power and strength he flexes his hand and gives me a light squeeze while refusing to move his hand. I'm ashamed that my body isn't afraid.

"What do you want?" I try again.

"A call would have been nice, Love." He takes his hand away, finally, and I feel his lips trail over my temple.

"I texted Carter. I hate calls," I snap at him.

"Well that's tough. You'll have to call me when I say," he says in a calm voice that leaves nothing to be argued.

"Why? We aren't together. I barely even know you. What you say doesn't go on my life," I reason with him. As soon as I say that a sense of aggressiveness comes over him and he's on me in a second. His hands hold either sides of my face as he looms over me. I can feel every crevice of his body and although his full weight isn't on me, but there's no mistaking his body over mine.

"Paxton, listen and listen well. The moment you reacted to me the way you did, and the moment sparks flew between us; you were mine. You and I are going to do this, and you aren't going to stop me. You have a big role to step into little girl. I advise you don't fight me and prepare for it." At this point my eyes have adjusted to the dark and I look over his face. He had such strong prominent features, and I was so drawn to him. It was like he had a magnetic pull and I was helpless to resist it. Maybe I didn't want to. I glare up at him and hope that he can see me.

"I don't care what you say Carter. Off. Now," I all but bark at him. He stills for a second and then I feel his lips on mine. At first it was soft and coaxing, almost exploratory, but I knew it was a predator bidding its time. I kissed him back. How could I not? It was in that moment that the kiss turned into what I knew he meant for it to be. He bites my bottom lip and soothes it with his tongue then plunders more into my mouth. All I could hear in the room was both of our heavy breathing. Hi hands leave my face and travel down my body at the end of my tee. He sweeps his large hand under it and grips my thigh and moves up higher. When he gets to my hip, he realizes that I have no underwear on, and a growl erupts from his mouth.

"Are you trying to get fucked?" he asks me harshly.

"This is how I sleep idiot," I return.

"None of this when I'm not with you," he warns as he cups my heat. I was supposed to have a clever response, but all is lost in my mind when I feel him part me and go straight for my clit. At the same time his other hand pushes the rest of my shirt over my chest and he lowers his head to latch on to my nipple.

"Who owns this?" he asks me when he lets a nipple free with a pop.

"Me," I say with a gasp and I see the glint of his teeth as he accepts my challenge. He takes his button up shirt off and takes hold of my thighs, spreading them wide. He settles himself between and smirks up at me.

"Let's try this again baby. Who owns this?" he asks while he peppers kisses on my inner thigh.

"What are you doing?" I ask. I know I'll have bruises on my skin tomorrow from where he's gripping my thighs and I feel myself getting wetter at the thought.

"Anything I want. I'm done asking when we both know this is mine. You're mine," he says with finality and dives right into my center. A moan is ripped out of me and I grip his hair as he feasts on me. He thoroughly takes what he wants and a climax surprises me out of nowhere and I'm shocked at how hard it is. When all my tremors have subsided, he comes up and devours my mouth.

"Did you taste that? That's my new favorite meal," he tells me and gets up from the bed.

"Where are you going?" I ask, questioning why he didn't go all the way through with the act.

"Business my love. Would you like to come and take a peek into your new world?" he asks me.

"Whatever Carter. You're confusing. I'm going to sleep," I say and roll my eyes as I turn my back to him.

"No time for your tantrums Paxton. Call me before you head to work tomorrow," he instructs and is gone as quickly as he appeared.

As I drift to sleep, I ask myself if I'm really going to call him. 

AN: ANDDDDD CUT! SO HOW'D YOU LIKE THIS CHAPTER. YAY OR NAY???