All Chapters of The Night He Owned Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

A couple days earlier…JoshuaFear was more than just an emotion; it was a powerful tool I wielded with finesse. It had a way of spiraling out of control, turning dark and all-consuming. But when used skillfully, that paralyzing grip could achieve more than any act of violence before or after a confrontation. I had become a maestro of dread, a force so formidable that with a mere glance or the flash of my eyes, I could freeze a man in his tracks.At least, that’s what I had been told. If only I truly possessed such a gift—perhaps it would save me the trouble of replacing shirts stained with blood. I chuckled softly at the thought as I maneuvered through the rain-slicked streets of Montreal, my destination set for a reckoning.Some might label me a bloodthirsty villain, a thrill-seeker with an insatiable hunger for chaos. But to me, it was just another day at the office, a necessary step to maintain the fragile balance of power in the streets I loved.I never wavered from my mission, n

“I honestly don’t see the point in continuing this conversation,” I said, trying to sound casual despite the turmoil inside. As a seasoned prosecutor, I had faced some of the toughest cases in Louisville, and dealing with this arrogant jerk was turning out to be easier than I expected. I wanted to feel something—anything—after spending nearly six months with Matt, but the truth was, I felt nothing at all.Surrounded by the lavish wedding reception of my best friend, I was getting dumped, and all I felt was exhaustion. Maybe there was something inherently broken in me that made it difficult to form genuine connections.“You don’t have anything to say?” Matt laughed, a hint of mockery in his voice.“What do you want me to say? I might’ve had a bit too much champagne, but you’re the one breaking up with me. Did I miss the memo? Oh, let me guess: you chose to call me during the wedding festivities for a reason.”“I’d like to hear that you’re upset. That you wish we could talk this through

SelenaWell, there went my fantasy.I’d never been good at making them come true, including the whole imagining part. I’d always wanted to be a witch, but that dream wasn’t meant to be. I took another gulp of my drink. A nice bath was sounding better and better. Maybe the gift shop had a small bottle of bubble bath I could buy. I had brought a bottle of wine, thinking it would be for a surprise visit from Matt.I hated myself even more. I was going to drink the whole thing by myself, and I was okay with that."Hey there, pretty girl. Why are you sitting all alone in a dump like this?"The guy was loud, obnoxious, and clearly drunk.Any one of those traits would be off-putting, but all three? Toxic."Because I’d rather be alone than deal with jerk men who don’t understand what a woman wants. You know, the kind full of testosterone and hot air, and definitely not in a good way." I gave him a sweet smile that masked my annoyance, my words laced with the same sharpness I used in court. Ma

JoshuaI’d had zero intentions of fucking a woman while I was handling business in Kentucky. However, the moment I’d seen the stunning beauty with the shimmering natural blonde hair from across the bar, I’d been entranced, which wasn’t like me in the least. I was used to being alone, determined to remain so for a long time to come. There was too much risk involved in being seen with a woman, let alone fucking her.I was here for a single job. Engaging in a conversation with the Irish mob who seemed to have control of the entire southern area of the United States.The meeting with Ronald Voltair had been pleasant enough, the man even introducing me to his lovely wife. We’d had a couple of drinks, the man insisting that he’d had no idea Shawn Clinton had betrayed an agreement, stealing clients and representing himself as being the front man for two powerful Canadian families.Then things had gotten weird, enough so we’d had terse words. When the asshole had thrown a punch, the meeting h

The strange phrase sent a thrill through me that should have left me with chills instead of the extreme heat it had done. I was suddenly lightheaded, holding my breath as he backed away, watching the arc of the leather strap as it was brought down, almost as if in slow motion. I wasn’t entirely certain the harsh snapping sound wasn’t his wrist versus the thick belt.But when the rush of endorphins shot through me from the anguish bursting in every muscle, I knew exactly what I was experiencing. Shit. Shit. Shit. I kicked out, fighting to maintain my stance. I never blinked, studying him intently as he brushed the tough pads of his fingers from one side of my bottom to the other.The light touch was scintillating, almost as much as his heated kisses had been. I was floored at how much I wanted the man. I longed to feel his thick cock driven so deeply inside that I couldn’t breathe.I was still contemplating my sinful level of desire when he stepped back again, cracking the belt against