MIDNIGHT POSSESSION

Chapter 1: one reckless night

ISABELLA POV

The bass rolled the underground club like a living thing, heavy and thick , crawling under my skin and settling low in my belly. The bar was loud , I couldn't even think properly. Music vibrated through the room, shaking the floor beneath my feet and vibrating in my chest like it was trying to get in. The smoke in the air was thick and curling around the red neon lights that cast everything in a dangerous, seductive glow. The scent of s*x sweat and alcohol was all over the room .

I carried a dry cloth and wiped the sleek black bar for what felt like the hundredth time. It was as if my body was already used to doing it when it was due time.

That's what six months does to you. It makes noise feel as if it's a normal thing like a background and time as something u don't count anymore .This place wasn't that big for tourists but in many ways I still wondered how people of different calibers show up .It catered to a different crowd — the ones who would burn money ,the ones who want to share secrets and do all sorts of stuff.

I smiled at a customer who ordered his usual drink of tonic and rum .That was what I was good at .Staying invisible while right in front of everyone. No one here knew my real name was Isabella Moretti. Nobody knew about my family or where I came from.

No one knew I carried the ghosts of a family the Voss Syndicate had wiped off from the surface of the earth. I’d been running and hiding ever since then . But now I am a bar attendant looking for a way to make a living and staying safe

This night was different. It felt like the air was charged, electric. Maybe it was the rain falling outside or maybe the way the glasses made noises as whiskey was poured into them. I was tired of being afraid. Tired of the nightmares that wake me up gasping , sweating on the bed — the gunshots, my mother’s screams, the smell of blood that still lived in my head . For one night, I wanted to feel alive. Reckless. I just wanted the pain to go away .

I didn’t expect him.

Then I saw him . I felt his eyes on me before I even saw him . It felt like a touch on my skin. When I looked up, our eyes locked across the crowded room. He stood near the VIP section, tall and broad-shouldered. He wore a black- button down shirt. His sleeves were rolled up like he didn't care about how noticed the strength in his arms. Tattoos drawn over his hand. So bold, so eye- catching.

He had a silver coloured shirt he wore inside. His face , dark and sharp . I felt his jaw can be used to cut glasses.

He didn’t smile. He just watched me, those dark eyes intense and filled with hunger like he was already imagining all the ways he could ruin me. I was already getting wet by just looking at a stranger. “ f**k “ this can't be happening “. I should have looked away but I didn't .We Bar attendants know better than to engage with men like him. But instead, I held his gaze, placed my hand on my lips and gently licked it. I had no idea that what I just did made him approach me .

He started moving toward the bar where people placed their orders for all kinds of drinks. People made way for him without even realising. When he reached me, he leaned one of his tattooed forearms on the polished wood, close enough that I caught the scent of him —. His scent was of expensive leather, crisp cologne, and something darker underneath. I already knew the darkness that was hiding beneath that tailored suit. Everything about him screams danger and wealth and control

“Whiskey. Neat,” he said, his voice low and rough, It sent a shiver straight down my spine.

I poured it smoothly, even though my fingers felt a little unsteady. The clink of crystal against the bottle fills the space as I pour him a glass . “You don’t come here often, ” "What brings you here tonight?” I said, pushing the glass toward him. Our fingers brushed slightly when he took it. That contact kind of sent a current running through my entire body

He took a slow sip, his eyes still locked in on mine “Maybe I came for something specific tonight.”

“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow, leaning slightly on the bar “And what would that be?”

“You.” No hesitation. No cheesy pickup line. Just raw, honest hunger that made my pulse race. “You’ve been watching me too. Don’t deny it.”

I laughed softly, but it came out better than I had intended. “Bold, aren’t you? Most guys like you buy me a drink

He set his glass down and leaned in closer, his presence overwhelming. “I’m not most guys. One night. No names. No bullshit. Just you and me. I want to hear what sounds you make when you come undone.”

Heat flooded my face — and lower. God, this man was dangerous. The kind of danger I’d spent years avoiding. But tonight, avoidance felt like the last thing I wanted. I glanced around the club. My shift was almost over anyway. The manager owed me a favor.

I bit my lip, meeting those intense eyes again. “You talk about a big game. What if I say yes?”

His lips curved into a dark, predatory smile. “Then I’ll make sure you don’t regret it.”

I didn’t overthink it. For once, I let myself jump. “Give me five minutes.”

Those five minutes felt like an eternity. I grabbed my coat, and when I came back out, he was waiting by the side entrance. He held me and we stepped into the cool, rainy Chicago night. A sleek black car waited, the driver already inside. The second the door closed behind us, he pulled me onto his lap.

“ Look at you already soaked and I haven't even started with you” he said after feeling my panties

His mouth crashed against mine — hot, demanding, no gentleness at all. I moaned into the kiss, my fingers threading through his hair as his hands roamed my body, gripping my ass possessively. Carefully he stripped my panties right inside the car .I wonder how he did it without even the driver hearing any sound.

He shoved two fingers into my p***y gently, carefully rubbing my already dripping c**t . I moaned in his mouth using my tongue to slide against his own mouth while he used his fingers to please me .

On his lap ,his p***s was as if it would tear through his trousers and enter into my body. The driver didn't know that his boss was f*****g this woman with his hands .

By the time we reached his mansion we got out of the car , his body still clenched on mine . I wrapped my arms and legs around him while I felt his bulge on my belly. We reached the elevator but he didn't stop. He continued stroking me hard with his fingers while I used my lips to lick his whole face .

By the time the elevator doors opened , my dress was already unzipped halfway down my back.

“f**k, you’re beautiful,” he growled, kicking the door shut and spinning me around so my back pressed against the cool floor-to-ceiling glass. Chicago’s glittering skyline stretched out behind me, rain splashing the windows like tears.

He shoved my dress up around my waist, dropping to his knees and tearing my lace panties down my legs in one rough motion.

I was totally naked with nothing covering my body. I could already see the shape of his shaft forming on his trousers. Then it came out , thick , long and veined . Its tip was red and already leaking with c*m. I couldn't wait to get that long shaft inside my mouth.

“ Open up, “ he said, voice rough . I obeyed instantly and he slid it into my mouth , filling it , pressing it to the back of my throat.I kept my eyes shut at the stretch , my hands gripping his legs.

“ That's it “ he murmured , one big hand sliding at the back of my hair . “ You look so pretty like this, my little slut “ .

My body flushed at the word and he started moving. He started slower at first, then faster , until his hips were pounding against my face, forcing me to take his c**k deep . My face hurt a bit from being stretched by this yummy c**k but I loved it.

“ Breathe through your nose “ he ordered while still holding me there .” Take it all the way, baby girl . You can do it .yesss” .

Tears filled my eyes , but I did as he said , relaxing my throat as I could. The sound of the rain f*****g my throat filled the room .I didn't even know if the rain was still falling or not.

“ You feel that” , he growled that's me f*****g your throat . We could do this all night till day break.

I moaned around him . nodding as best as I could. Oh God how I would love that. Just take my pain and fears away .

“ Good girl “ he groaned, pulling me back so I could grasp for air before thrusting it back . My p***y was already leaking. I thought my c*m would even make a pool on the floor. Then he grabbed my breasts and pressed them so hard .

“ f**k your so sweet and soft “ he growled as his fingers played with my n*****s. “

With a deep groan and with my mouth still with his c**k , he came hard.

Thick ropes of c*m pumped deep into my throat and all over my face . I used my tongue and ran it over his balls, licking every dripping c*m from the thick veined shaft . The rain continued to beat against the window outside but nothing compared to what was being unleashed inside. He pulled out and threw me on the bed .

I grabbed the clean sheets and stared at him

“ f**k yourself” he said his eyes still on mine . I obeyed . Gently I used my middle finger and started shoving in and out of my cunt that was already leaking with c*m .

clothes came off in a frenzy — his shirt revealing a chest and arms absolutely covered in dark, intricate tattoos that told stories I was dying to read. Scars mixed with the ink, making him look every bit the dangerous man he was. “ We are just getting started,” he said with a low growl.