Possession, p.1
POSSESSION, page 1
POSSESSION
BJ ALPHA
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Contents
BLURB
NOTE FROM AUTHOR…
Prologue
Ellie
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Ellie
Chapter 5
Rafael
Ellie
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Ellie
Chapter 8
Ellie
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Rafael
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Rafael
Ellie
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Rafael
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Rafael
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Ellie
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Ellie
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Ellie
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Rafael
Chapter 40
Rafael
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Ellie
Chapter 43
Ellie
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Rafael
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Rafael
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Ellie
Epilogue
Rocco sneak peek
MORE?
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by BJ ALPHA
Ellie
Rafael Marino is the epitome of a Mafia man.
Dark, destructive, and deadly.
Then he demands I become his nanny and tells me he owns every inch of me.
Beneath his darkness, he sees me for who I am—a broken girl.
Then he claims me as his little doll and promises to protect me.
But what happens when he’s the one I need protection from?
What happens when it’s him who becomes broken?
Rafael may call me his possession, but it’s me who holds the power.
I possess him, but this broken little doll needs fixing, and when he breaks me beyond repair, I’ve no choice but to break him too.
Rafael
I need a nanny.
My son needs a mother.
I need her, a perfect little doll to possess.
And I refuse to take no for an answer.
As the heir to a Mafia empire, there’s no place for weakness, but the girl staring back at me becomes just that—my weakness.
My broken little doll I get to destroy, then piece back together, bit by bit.
What happens when my world becomes too much for her? What happens when she’s so broken she becomes irreparable?
What happens when it’s she who breaks me?
NOTE FROM AUTHOR…
This book contains sensitive subject matters, tropes and content that some readers may find unsuitable.
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Dedication
To all my readers that want to be pinned down and owned by a filthy, obsessed, tattooed Daddy who demands complete domination.
Rafael is about to deliciously destroy every inch of you.
For anyone that’s ever doubted yourself:
“Know your worth.”
BJ Alpha
Possession: the state of having, owning, or controlling something.
Prologue
Rafael
Iglance in my rearview mirror at my son, Oliver. He’s buckled into his seat, mumbling to himself; he does this a lot, and I can’t seem to shake the concerns I have surrounding his lack of communication skills.
At three years old, he can barely string a sentence together. He has the best tutors and the most exceptional doctors money can buy, even a child psychiatrist, in case he’s suffering from some trauma caused by his mother’s departure. Still, nothing above a few stuttered words.
My father is constantly telling me how my brothers and I were talking before we were a year old and could hold a conversation by the time we were out of diapers.
The Mafia world is cruel, and as heir to our family, it pains me to know how he will be ridiculed the moment he steps foot into a mainstream school. I grind my teeth at the thought. There’s no way I’ll allow that; he will be homeschooled until he’s able to communicate better.
My heart sinks.
If he’s able to communicate better.
He babbles away, staring out the window, and when his dark eyes meet mine, he grins a toothy, excitable smile. “Papa!”
My heart swells with pride and a powerful need to protect him at any cost. I would do anything to protect my son. Anything.
“That’s right, Oliver, Papa. We’re going to Uncle Tommy’s house. Do you remember Uncle Tommy?”
Of course, he doesn’t remember Uncle Tommy. I’m surprised anyone in our family remembers him; he’s so fucking absent. My grip tightens on the steering wheel, pissed at how my brother’s life has turned out. While he gets to check out and spit out his pacifier like a goddamn baby, I have to hold the business together with the help of our youngest brother, Rocco, the only one I can rely on.
I turn into his estate with annoyance flooding my bloodstream, as if I have nothing better to do than check up on Tommy and his stepdaughter, Jade.
My gaze connects with Oliver’s in the rearview mirror. “You remember Jade, right? From Papa Vin’s house?”
“Jaaaaad.” He smiles back at me, his eyes lighting up.
“That’s right, buddy. Jade. We’re going to check up on her.” And see what the fuck is going on between her and Tommy.
Placing the car in park, I barely switch off the engine before security has my door open, allowing me to step out and straighten my jacket. My right-hand man, Kai, unbuckles Oliver, and he jumps out of the car to come and stand beside me. My hand itches to take his in mine, but I refrain from showing him the attention he craves and deserves, in favor of showing him how to be the man he is destined to become.
A strong, independent Mafia man who takes no shit and shows no weakness, even to the ones he loves most.
I stride toward my brother’s home with one purpose in mind: hurry the hell up and get the fuck back to work.
Ellie
When Jade invited me back to her house, I jumped at the chance. Not only do I get to see where my best friend has been living this summer, but I also get to check out her hot-as-hell stepfather again.
I couldn’t be happier that she’s so loved up, and he comes across as though he’s addicted to her. Sounds perfect if you ask me. What better way to pop your cherry than to a hot Mafia stepdaddy.
“You’re doing that thing again!” Jade chastises, so I throw a grape at her.
“What thing?”
“That thing where you stare off all dreamy.” She scrunches her nose, and I take a sip of my smoothie while she continues to scan my face as if she will find evidence of what I was thinking about. “Are you thinking about Darryl?”
A splutter of smoothie escapes my lips and trickles down my sundress, making me sigh. “That’s going to stain.”
“It is,” Jade agrees. “Back to Darryl.”
“No.”
She tilts her head, her assessing eyes not leaving mine. “No?”
After taking a deep breath, I exhale loudly and throw another grape at her. “No. I was not thinking about Darryl. I was thinking how lucky you are.”
Her eyebrows shoot up and her mouth falls open. “Lucky?”
I wince. My best friend has been through hell, losing both her parents and having no blood relatives, so lucky probably isn’t the best way to describe her.
“You’re right, I’m sorry.” I shake my head, annoyed with myself, then plaster on a smile to change th
“You live in a mansion too,” she counters, and I quickly hide the dreaded shudder that racks through me each time I consider my home.
Instead, I straighten my shoulders, lift my chin, and feign confidence. “You’re right, I do.”
“I think you need to change your dress.” Jade gestures toward the bright-red stain. “I’ll go grab you a T-shirt.” She hops off the kitchen stool and heads toward her bedroom, or maybe it’s Tommy’s, but I’m grateful she can offer me something so I don’t have to leave here looking like a slob, especially with all the hot security detail she has following her around.
While she’s gone, I whip my dress over my head and fill the sink, ready to scrub the stain, leaving me in my cotton panties and bra.
“I only have an old band T-shirt, is that okay?” She dangles the T-shirt from her finger, and I grin, remembering the moment I left the shirt in her room back at boarding school. During a party, I won the T-shirt of a hot guy she was into, so I gifted it to her after the party.
I snatch it from her with a giggle. “This is totally going to be too big for me, isn’t it?” I chuckle back at her, and she smiles sheepishly.
I’m smaller than Jade, tiny compared to her. My mom was tiny too. Where Jade is petite and thin with an impressive set of tits, I barely have hips, or an ass, and my tits are almost nonexistent. You’d think it would bother me, being a teenage girl, but it doesn’t. I shrug it off and fake confidence when I get overlooked for not having an amazing rack like my bestie.
Her brown hair is naturally wavy, whereas mine is straight, her skin is pale compared to my olive tone, and her sparkling green eyes are a contrast to my boring brown ones. It’s the only genuine thing I’m envious of—they’re beautiful, they’re Jade.
“Leave the dress to soak. I’ll have it cleaned for you.” She smiles back at me.
“You’re the best. You know that?”
She rolls her eyes as I tug the T-shirt down, and it hits my knees as the sound of a car door slams shut, causing Jade’s eyes to narrow.
She shakes her head. “It’s too early for Tommy.”
Her shoulders tighten as she chews on her bottom lip.
She’s told me about the women he has around the house, the ones he paid for, who try any tactic to come between him and my best friend—the sweetest girl you’ll ever meet, and it’s clear she’s concerned it’s one of them. Again. She’s hurting, and I refuse to accept it.
Standing to my full height, I broaden my shoulders, preparing for battle. “I got you.” I wink at her and stride toward the door with one purpose in mind.
To take down Tommy Marino’s whores.
Chapter One
Rafael
The door swings open before my hand reaches the handle, and it takes a moment for my eyes to register what’s happening, as a small palm whips out in front of me. “No means no, you skank!”
My hand moves on reflex, taking a hold of her tiny wrist before her palm connects with my cheek.
“Boss?” Kai steps up beside me, his gun aimed at the neurotic girl, his eyebrows raised, and the shocked expression on his face has to mirror my own. As my right-hand man and bodyguard, he’s never far from me and always on high alert, so for her to catch us both off guard is not acceptable.
I stare into her wide eyes, the brown in them going darker by the second, and time stands still as I hold her wrist in midair. She gulps and her delicate lips part, as if realizing the enormity of her mistake.
Fuck, how I’d love to stuff my cock between her plump little lips, bruising them as I take her so roughly it gives her a reason to appear so stunned.
Tension builds inside me. A growing need to punish her for her disrespect itches at my skin and causes me to clench my teeth to rein myself in when all I want to do is teach this little brat a lesson. A very dirty fucking lesson.
My gaze roams over her body; she’s tiny, like a perfect little doll, a toy to play with. Something deep settles within my darkness, a possessive need to growl, all mine. I tilt my head from side to side as every cell in my body reacts to the thought of commanding her, owning that little body, allowing me to use it as I please.
Pulling back, I crack my neck to relieve the growing pressure building inside me. Every muscle in her small body tightens under my glare, and I wonder if her nipples have peaked beneath the ridiculously oversized T-shirt she wears. “I-I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry?” My grip tightens, no doubt leaving the bruises I long for on her flawless skin.
She gasps, and I close my eyes at the sheer exhilaration of the sound; it resonates in my balls, causing my cock to thicken with a heightened need to ruin her, to break my little doll, then tenderly piece her back together. Something only I would have time to do, all mine.
Jesus, how I want to force her to take every inch of me while she cries her apologies.
“I-I’m sorry.” The wobble in her voice forces me to snap my eyes open and glare into her darkening orbs. Her pupils grow and a tremor racks through her delicate body, delighting me further. Fuck me, she’s an adorable little thing. “Naughty. Little. Girl.” I growl out each word, and her lip quivers as I push my body against hers.
My hardness against her petite softness is a contrast neither of us can ignore as the air thickens around us. The slow swallow of her throat delights me, and I watch her, transfixed as her pupils dilate, alerting me to the fact she feels the solid ridge resting perfectly between us. I grind against her, and she makes a soft choking sound that sends a possessive wave of lust through me, desperate to hear more.
“Sir, should I?” I snap my attention to Kai, and he waves a hand toward her, as if offering to dispose of the girl.
“No,” I grit out. “I’ll deal with her.”
“Deal with me?” Her face pales, and my lip quirks at her terror.
Fuck, do I like her scared in my presence. My cock leaks, and I want nothing more than to force her to her knees and shove her head into my crotch to clean the mess she created.
“Hi, Rafael!” Jade bounces toward the door. “Oh, you brought Oliver with you too.” My son moves from behind me, leaving me no choice but to drop the girl’s wrist. Yet I instantly miss her touch and so does my cock. I swear I can still feel the heat of her against the tips of my fingers, as if she’s marked me.
Her eyes dart down toward the floor, and she strokes her wrist, but I don’t have it in me to care if I hurt her. The girl was about to assault me; she’s lucky she didn’t end up with a bullet in her beautiful head. Slowly, her gaze travels back up my body, and I stand taller and broaden my shoulders, oozing with knowing confidence.
The moment she latches on to my obvious bulge, her cheeks pinken, then she snaps her eyes up toward my face. I smile back at her smugly before gifting her with a wink that has her ears reddening. Such an adorable little doll, and my mouth waters to taste her.
“Oliver, do you remember when I played hide and seek with you?” The interaction between Jade and my son pangs my heart, knowing he is without a maternal figure in his life. He nods at her shyly. “This is my friend Ellie. Shall we hide and see if she can find us?”
Oliver glances toward Ellie, and she smiles back at him. Her whole face lights up as she beams down at my son. “I’ve heard you’re fantastic at this game, Oliver.” Her soft voice is like a caress over my skin, and I long to feel her again, to have those small lips explore every inch of me while I demand her to please me.
I curl my hands into fists, fighting the urge to touch her hair. It looks silky, and my fingers twitch to confirm it. Where the hell did that thought come from?
My son nods confidently. “Okay, I’ll count to twenty,” she says.
“Come on.” Jade grabs my son’s hand, and they rush off toward the kitchen, leaving me frozen staring at my little spitfire, imagining all the filthy things I’d like to do to my perfect little fuck doll.
She shifts from foot to foot, biting into her plump bottom lip, and I take it upon myself to pluck her lip from between her teeth with my thumb. “How do you think I should punish you, Little Doll?”
