Possessing Eve (Book Two)

Chapter Eight

            The fact of the matter was that I had no right to be mad at Joel, but I was. I honestly believed that he had no idea I worked for Gigi, especially after hearing what Richard thought. When you get alcohol involved, you forget what logically makes sense and what you want to believe. They are two very different things.

           I started walking faster, knowing that Joel wasn’t following far behind me. I told him to pay the bartender, hoping that I could put enough distance between us that would allow me to get back to the apartment before he caught up to me. It almost worked as I was at the apartment door, turning the key in the keyhole, when I heard him sneaking up behind me.

           “Eve!” Joel raised his voice.

           When I turned around, Joel was staring at me like a predator did. It was all about the hunt for him, nothing more. I would have usually been turned on by how he was glaring at me, but it only added to my f****d-up mood.

           “What, Joel? What could you possibly want from me?” I asked, throwing my hands in the air at him. “Why are you showing an interest in me all? You can’t really expect me to believe that after having s*x one time that you suddenly feel this connection with me. We were both drunk and not even close to being in our right state of mind, despite you trying to say otherwise. Honestly, Joel. I wish you would just do what you came here to do, then leave me alone.” My words were harsh on purpose, but I was on a roll now, so I couldn’t stop. “It was messed up the way you just show up at the bar I’m at, talking to a colleague. You can’t do those kinds of things. You don’t own me, Joel!”

           After that last statement, Joel rushed over to me, throwing me against the door before his lips started attacking mine. It was hot, too hot. My body began feeling like jello under his grasp and made me believe that I would do just about anything to have him take me back inside this apartment and screw my brains out. That was my ultimate fantasy, but it was the one thing that couldn’t happen. I refused to let Joel win at whatever game we were playing. He thought that he could sneak into my life and f**k me until he was done with me. Joel was like all the other guys that I’ve been with who claimed to be someone different. The reality was none of them were different. I’ve experienced the worst kind of men possible, which is why relationships were nothing but a sham to me, and love was imaginative. It was something people used to make their partner feel better.

           I pushed Joel off me, no longer feeling that hunger I did a minute ago. “Go home, Joel. Just leave me alone.”

           He slammed his fist into my door, causing it to crack. I turned around to slap him, but he pushed his body against mine, suffocating in our closeness. “Your wrong, Eve.”

           What was he talking about now? I’m pretty sure that I’ve been dead on about everything up until this point. Well, maybe not him knowing where I worked, but still. “What am I wrong about Joel?”

           His gaze lowered, his eyes dilated, and Joel had to part his lips to try and control his breathing. “You said that I don’t own you. Eve, your wrong. I own every part of your and your exquisite body. Up until this point, I’ve let you think that you were the one in control because it's damn right amusing to me. You even pretend that you don’t want me, but your body is what gives you away. Even now, your leaning closer toward me without even meaning to.” He paused to smirk, knowing that he was right. “I even own that sweet little mind of yours.”

           “Yeah? How?”

           “Have you ever thought about me at night and touched yourself? Even when I wasn’t here, just hearing my voice, did you in. You begged me to let you come, not anyone else but me, Eve. I own you, even if you won’t admit it to yourself.”

           The claim Joel just made on me had my stomach twisted into knots. Who was this guy standing in front of me right now? Maybe I was making it all up in my head, caused by the effects of the alcohol. Yeah, that had to be it. What was happening in front of me wasn’t what was really happening at all. I was fantasizing about what I wanted Joel to say, not that he was actually saying it.

           “You just think all high and mighty of yourself then, don’t you?”

            I grabbed onto his shirt, slithering my fingers underneath it to allow me access to his chest. Once there, I trailed them down to his pants, cupping my hand over his swollen d**k. Joel closed his eyes and began rocking back and forth to create more friction. Just to be the real b***h I was, I opened his pants, pulling them slightly down, springing his d**k free. My hand cupped over him, rubbing him in slow motions on purpose. Just as he was getting ready to find his climax, I stopped.

        “It seems to me, Joel, that you don’t own anything. A man that owns something takes it without asking because it's his to do with however he pleases. Men that own women don’t let the woman have all the control because this is exactly what happens. Joel, I hate to tell you, but you don’t own s**t. The only thing you own is an impressively large d**k that will now have to go home and finish himself off. To come to think of it, I think that I own you.”

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            Eve slammed the door in my face, leaving me completely and utterly shocked. No one has ever treated me like that before. I should be pissed and kick this damn door in just to prove how wrong she is, but I found it incredibly sexy when she said that she owned me. It was cute, thinking that she had all the power. If she wanted to think that, then I’d let her, even though I knew the truth.

           It wasn’t the last she would hear of me, not even close. If Eve thought that she could push me away that easy, she didn’t really know me at all.

           Still standing in front of her door, I zipped my pants up, feeling eyes on me. Turning to my right, I saw this woman sticking her head out of the door. She was gorgeous, model-type stunning. That was what most women looked like in this damn place. Everyone here wanted to be a superstar, no matter how they had to get it. “Hey,” she said, batting her eyelashes at me. “Need some company?”

           This is the part where my d**k typically would have stirred, but it wasn’t giving this girl anything at all. I seem to only have the hots for Eve, and it was only her that could get me turned on. How great was that? If something happened where Eve walked away from me for good, I would constantly argue with my d**k about it.

           “Not interested.”

           The woman emerged from her apartment, eyeing me up and down while biting her lip. She clearly was used to getting her way with men. “Come on. I promise that I will make it worth your time. It looks like you’re packing plenty enough ammunition to take me on,” she said, staring down at the front of my pants.

           Eve’s door suddenly opened. She looked between the woman I had just met before scowling at the woman across the hall and me. “Go home, Jess, you w***e! Get your own man. Geez.” Eve grabbed me by the arm and forced me inside.

           I was f*****g out of my mind, happy to know that I had a stronger effect on Eve than she led on. She had to have been watching me from her window to see that I was talking to that woman. There was no possible way that she could have heard us. Even if she did hear us, our voices would have been muffled to the point that we sounded like other people. That would still give no reason for Eve to look out her window unless she was watching me.

           “So,” I said, running a hand through my hair. “Jealous?”

           “Of her?! You have got to be kidding me. No one wants that Kim Kardashian wannabe. Did you even get a good look at her?”

           “I didn’t need to.”

           Eve’s breathing changed, making what she was about to say to me next stick in her throat. The need for her was too strong now. She knew that she couldn’t invite me inside without something more happening, and I could see in her eyes that the need to care was out the window. I still wouldn’t make the first move no matter how much she begged me to. If she wanted to win this game, she needed to win if fair and square.

           She placed her hands on my chest, pushing me against the wall. “Rough, just how I like it,’ I remarked. My remark earned a satisfied grin from Eve.

           No longer able to keep it in, Eve crashed her lips over mine. She started taking off my shirt all while she was still kissing me, which was damn impressive. It took me many times of having s*x to learn that technique. She then took off her top, exposing her breasts, toppling out over her bra, begging to be set free.

           My head instantly eased forward, kissing on each of her breasts, slowly before I realized this was exactly what she wanted, so I pushed my head back against the wall. It was so f*****g hard to concentrate on anything other than her in front of me. This was damn near impossible, and my resolve was slipping the more I stood there with her arms draped around my body.

           “Why did you stop, Joel? Are my t**s not to your liking?” Without waiting for me to respond, she unclasped her bra in the front, letting it fall to the ground. “Whoops,” she said innocently.

           Like a wild animal, I attacked her. I picked her up, slipping my tongue down her throat as I carried her to the couch in the living room. When I had her laid down with her front facing me, I spread her legs, moving in between them. I could see her thong nice and tight around her p***y, which only made me harder. I picked her up, flipped her over, and pushed her down the couch until she was fully bent over in front of me.

           Eve moaned with the first slap against her ass. I could tell it wasn’t an act either because her juices were running wildly for me. I slapped her again, kissing the mark I had just left behind. I shouldn’t do this. I should stop. Eve’s been drinking, and she’s pushed me to the point that I didn’t want to stop, but that didn’t mean I didn’t need to stop.

           “Is that all you got?” Eve asked, slightly turning her head back to make sure I was still there.

           To answer her question, I slid down my pants and ran my tip over her ass before pressing it over her folds. Eve’s hips bucked the instant my d**k touched her, and that was when something inside me snapped.

           I stood quickly to my feet, buttoning my pants back. Eve followed me off the couch, pushing my hands away from my pants. She pulled them back down past my waist and sunk to her feet. I knew that she was teasing me. One touch from her lips, and I would be at her mercy. In my head, I was begging her, but I couldn’t beg her out loud.

           Grabbing a fist full of her hair, I forced her to stare up at me. “Are you going to look at it all night, or are you going to suck it already?”

           Eve smiled up at me. She grabbed the base of my d**k then stuck her lips to my tip. “You wish. If you want me, you are going to have to beg me first."