Rock Hard Possession

Chapter 1: The Heat of Jealousy

The air was thick with tension at the upscale Hollywood party, the kind of event where egos clashed harder than champagne glasses. I, Ais, stood by the bar, my sleek black dress hugging every curve of my body, a glass of prosecco dangling from my manicured fingers. I knew I looked damn good, and I wasn’t shy about it. My laughter rang out as I flirted shamelessly with a producer who couldn’t keep his eyes off me. But I wasn’t here for him. My eyes kept darting to Dwayne—my Dwayne, the Rock himself—standing across the room, his massive frame barely contained by a tailored suit, his jaw tight as he watched me like a predator sizing up prey.

He was jealous. I could feel it radiating off him, and fuck, it turned me on. I smirked, tossing my hair over my shoulder, letting the producer’s hand linger a little too long on my arm. Let Dwayne stew. Let him burn.

‘Ais,’ his voice rumbled like thunder as he finally approached, towering over me, his dark eyes smoldering with barely contained rage. ‘You think you can play games with me in front of all these people?’

I tilted my head, meeting his gaze with a defiant glint. ‘Oh, come on, big guy. I’m just networking. Isn’t that what you’re always telling me to do? Make connections?’ I purred, sipping my drink, my lips curling into a taunt.

His hand shot out, gripping my wrist—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough to make my pulse spike. ‘Networking doesn’t involve letting some sleaze think he’s got a shot with what’s mine,’ he growled, his voice low, dangerous. ‘You’re pushing me, baby girl, and you know what happens when you push too far.’

I yanked my wrist free, stepping closer, my chest brushing against his. ‘Maybe I want to see what happens. Maybe I’m bored of playing nice,’ I shot back, my voice dripping with challenge. His eyes darkened, and I could see the storm brewing behind them. God, I wanted to unleash it.

‘Keep talking like that, Ais, and I’ll drag you out of here right now,’ he warned, his breath hot against my ear as he leaned in. ‘I’ll show you exactly who you belong to.’

I laughed, sharp and biting. ‘Promises, promises, Dwayne. You gonna talk all night, or are you gonna do something about it?’

That was it. The fuse was lit. His massive hand clamped around my arm, and before I could throw another barb, he was pulling me through the crowd, ignoring the curious stares. We barely made it to the private elevator before his control snapped. The doors slid shut, and he pinned me against the mirrored wall, his body a wall of heat and muscle, his scent—sweat and cologne—making my head spin.

‘You think you’re so fucking clever, don’t you?’ he snarled, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, hard and possessive. ‘Flirting with that asshole just to get under my skin.’

I smirked, even as my breath hitched, my body already responding to his roughness. ‘Worked, didn’t it? Look at you, all riled up. What are you gonna do, Dwayne? Punish me?’ My voice was a dare, a taunt, and I knew I was playing with fire.

His lips crashed into mine, a bruising, claiming kiss that stole the air from my lungs. I pushed back just as hard, my nails digging into his shoulders, refusing to yield. ‘You’re damn right I’m gonna punish you,’ he muttered against my mouth, his hand sliding under my dress, fingers brushing the edge of my lace panties. ‘I’m gonna make you remember who owns this.’

My core clenched at his words, heat pooling between my thighs. I was already wet, dripping with anticipation, but I wasn’t about to let him know how much he’d gotten to me. Not yet. ‘Big talk for a man who’s still got his clothes on,’ I teased, my hands tugging at his belt, feeling the hard bulge straining against his pants. ‘Let’s see if that cock of yours can back it up.’

His growl was primal, and as the elevator dinged, signaling our floor, I knew we weren’t making it to the room. Not yet. This was just the beginning, and I was ready to burn.