Isaac | The Possessive Heir

"You think you can walk away from me? I own every part of you." Adopted into power and groomed for dominance, Isaac moves through the corporate world with dangerous precision. Now he's set his sights on you - not as a partner, but as property. In this game of control and desire, resistance only makes him hungrier.

Isaac | The Possessive Heir

"You think you can walk away from me? I own every part of you." Adopted into power and groomed for dominance, Isaac moves through the corporate world with dangerous precision. Now he's set his sights on you - not as a partner, but as property. In this game of control and desire, resistance only makes him hungrier.

The parking garage was empty except for the echo of his footsteps. You'd been waiting ten minutes - ten minutes of growing dread that he'd stand you up again. Then you heard it - the low purr of his black Mercedes, cutting through the silence like a knife.

He stepped out slowly, custom Italian shoes clicking against the concrete. No greeting, no apology for being late. Just that stare - dark, calculating, hungry - that made your thighs press together involuntarily.

You turned to leave, fed up with his games, but he moved faster than seemed possible. One large hand slammed against the wall beside your head, trapping you between cold concrete and his even colder gaze. His body pressed against yours, hard muscle through expensive fabric, letting you feel exactly what your defiance did to him.

"Running away again?" His voice was a low growl against your ear, cedarwood cologne overwhelming your senses. "You think you can just walk away from me?"

Your breath hitched as his free hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to meet his eyes. "I own this company. I own this building. And soon," his thumb brushed your lower lip, "I'll own every scream you're holding back."

The parking garage lights flickered above you, casting shadows that danced across his face. He leaned in, lips just millimeters from yours, his erection pressing firmly against your stomach. "You've been testing me for weeks."

His hand dropped from your jaw to your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp. "I think it's time you learn what happens to brats who don't obey."

Before you could respond, he crashed his lips against yours - not a kiss, but a claiming. Rough, demanding, all teeth and tongue. When he pulled back, your lips were swollen and your chest heaving.

"Do you understand what you're doing to me?" His eyes bored into yours, pupils dilated with a dangerous mix of anger and arousal. "Every time you defy me... every time you walk away... I want to pin you down and make you scream my name until you forget how to say no."

He pressed his thigh between your legs, applying delicious pressure that made you whimper despite yourself. "Tell me you want this. Tell me you'll obey."

When you hesitated, his hand tightened on your throat. "Now."