Never Yours: The Billionaire's Obsession

Elena Rivera Lights were flashing everywhere. I couldn’t see clearly, but the music told me exactly where I was, some overpriced club filled with lost souls and bad decisions. I blinked, forcing my vision to adjust. And there she was. Veronica. My stepmother. On the other side of the room, smiling at a man who looked like he belonged behind bars. I scoffed. I thought she was bluffing. I never thought she acted and had the guts to actually sell me . I had thought this was another one of her baseless threats, but i was wrong. My lips curled into a laugh. A cold, empty, and cruel one. People turned to stare, I was less concerned. Let them look and judge me. I had nothing left to lose. Veronica approached with the man in tow, and her smile stretched across her face. “Elena, darling, this is Mister Julius. From now on, you listen to him, okay? Just know your sacrifice was for the good of Jane,” she said, her voice seeping with fake sweetness. I laughed right in her face. “At least you finally grew the guts to sell me, you miserable old hag.” Her smile cracked. Good, mission accomplished. Mr. Julius didn’t say a word, just gestured for me to follow. I did. Not because I was obedient, but because I was done pretending I had choices. The room he led me to was a room filled with girls and make-up mirrors, some changing clothes, some counting money ,he turned to me. “Do you hate me, kid?” I tilted my head, genuinely amused. “Hate you? Nah. If I had stayed in that house, I’d have died. So, thanks for the relocation.” He blinked. I could tell he expected tears. Fear. Begging. But all I had left was sarcasm and survival. He called one of the girls over. “Help her get ready. She’s got a client.” Jessica was her name, too kind for a place like this. She smiled, and it felt like an angel was looking at you. But once I was alone in the luxury room a king sized bed sitting in the center of the room a bottle of tequila and a half empty glass told me that someone was already here and the sound of the shower told me my suspicion was right. I cried. Quietly, my fear finally caught up to me, but I couldn’t cry, not here, not now. The bathroom door opened. I swallowed the fear down and wiped my tears. “Turn around,” came a voice low , calm, and just sharp enough to be dangerous. I turned. Dark hair, wet. Cold brown eyes that locked onto me like scanning my tear stained face . “I’m sent here by Mr. Julius,” I said, my voice shaking despite everything. I tried to calm myself “Go back. I can’t have s*x with you.” His tone made it clear he wasn’t leaving room for negotiation. “Oh, what is it now?” I snapped. “You pity me? Save your conscience, Mr , I don’t accept that.” His jaw tensed. “No. I don’t need a crying girl who’s clearly here against her will.” “You sure? Or are you just scared you’ll fall in love with me?” I crossed my arms. “Or maybe I’m just not your type. He took a slow sip of his tequila, avoiding my eyes. That was all the confirmation I needed he was feeling guilty to take advantage of a crying girl . I walked toward him, snatched the glass from his hand, poured myself a shot, and downed it without flinching. “Newsflash, Mister, I may be new here, but I’m not some fragile little flower. You paid, you get what you paid for. Or are you too scared to handle a girl who bites back?” I took of the gown standing there in nothing but my lace underwear. The cold bit into my skin, but I didn’t move. I needed him to see that even now, I still wouldn’t break. “I said go back,” he repeated, like he was talking to a lost puppy instead of a girl who’d already drowned in fire. “Oh, I heard you,” I said, pouring myself another shot of tequila. “Loud and dramatic. But guess what? I don’t take orders from men who can’t look me in the eye.” He blinked. Just once. But I saw it. He was pissed. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said, quieter this time. I leaned on the wall , letting the alcohol burn down my throat. “And yet, here I am. Like a gift wrapped and handed to you, so toughen up, Mister.” “You’re not some object.” “Oh? That’s new. Are you planning on playing the guilt card until your d**k catches up?” His jaw flexed. That did it. “Don’t test me, girl.” “There it is,” I smirked. “The real voice. The one that cracks through all that fake nobility. Tell me, how does it feel? To act like a hero while still being the villain?” He stepped forward. “You think mocking me gives you power?” “No. But it makes you angry, and that’s enough for me ” I needed him to do this to remind myself that I’m not broken that I could still attract people, to remind myself that I’m not numb. His hands balled into fists at his sides. “You want me to be the monster so you don’t have to feel anything?” He asked. “Feel?” I laughed, bitter and broken. “I stopped doing that a long time ago. Now I just survive.” He was close now. Very close. His eyes weren’t cold anymore they were raging. “You’re a child trying to play dangerous,” he muttered. “You think stripping down and acting fearless makes you strong? It makes you broken.” I laughed coldly at his face, frustration making my body vibrate. A beat of silence. Then he reached for the tequila again, this time for himself. “lets just get this over with. ” I said. “fine,” he said, pouring a shot. He drank it all in one go. I walked clumsily towards him and placed my hands on his shoulder, he was way taller than me and I couldn’t reach him, I stood on my tip toe to be able to kiss him, at first he refused to respond to the kiss but he later gave in and started responding to the kiss and like a pro he made my kiss look sloppy, I let go of my lips allowing me to breath and I breathing. “This is wrong,” he murmured against my skin, his voice a dark promise. “But since you want it so badly... I’ll give you a night you’ll never forget.” His lips brushed my neck, sending a shiver racing down my spine. I gasped as his hands slid down the curve of my back, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. The fabric slipped away, leaving my breasts bare and aching for his touch. Goosebumps rose across my skin as the cool air met the heat of my arousal. My n*****s hardened, already aching when his mouth finally found them. He kissed a trail from my throat to my chest, his tongue circling one n****e before drawing it into his mouth. The sensation stole the breath from my lungs. I threw my head back, a helpless moan escaping me. His other hand found my other breast, teasing and kneading it with maddening care, every touch deliberate, every pinch a spark. When his mouth finally released me, his hand slid lower, tracing the line of my stomach until it hovered just above my core. Slowly, he untied the ropes that held my pants in place, never breaking eye contact as he let the fabric fall to the floor. In one swift motion, he lifted me into his arms. I clung to him, my legs wrapping instinctively around his waist, heart pounding. He carried me to the bed like I weighed nothing, laying me gently on my back as if I were something precious he couldn’t bear to break.