Page 130 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

When he’d finished, he’d pressed apologetic kisses against my hole, held me open, and pushed his cum back inside me with his tongue.

Apparently he liked doing that.

A lot.

Sunrise follows even the darkest night.

I clung to that phrase, desperately.

Everything had been perfect.

I dragged my hands over my face, a wobbly breath escaping as I forced myself not to cry. I didn’t want to let him go. I didn’t want to say goodbye. But I’d meant what I’d said to him in the woods. I would never take his choices away from him—never.

That was why…

That was why I wouldn’t cry.

I would suck it up.

I would be a perfect little soldier.

I would take my mom’s minivan north to the goddamn spooky prison and give away the other half of my soul. I mentally prepared myself for what I’d need to do, for seeing Lydia, after everything I knew she’d done to Pru.

I’d need to keep my cool.

Getting angry wouldn’t get Prudence what he wanted—no, needed. After he’d explained to me how important having the key to the spell was, there was no way in hell I was going to fuck this up. I refused to let him become stuck in limbo when Lydia eventually kicked the bucket.

And at the end of the day…when I said it.

When I freed him.

Maybe I’d die—

No one had ever attempted to free a ghost without being on their deathbed themselves. At least—as far as any of us knew.

I should’ve been afraid, but I wasn’t. What I’d told Violet, like a million years ago was still true. I had never been happier than I was with Prudence. All of this—murder, drama, pain—was worth it.

I couldn’t believe it was almost over.

There was so much I hadn’t told him.

So much I hadn’t told my family—

And those secrets weighed me down as I scrubbed the water from my body with a decade old towel, and stumbled my way into another pair of Adam’s clothes. The steadily growing pile of outfits I’d ruined lay messily on the carpet in my bedroom, and while I felt guilty, I couldn’t bring myself to care too much.

I had a limited capacity for feelings, and all of it was taken up by Prudence today.

I heard voices murmuring down the stairs by the front door as I took a fortifying breath and made my way down to face the music. I expected to see Mom chatting with the mailman, or Paul chittering away to the geraniums out front.

What I didn’t expect was to see two perfect strangers standing inside the entryway, flanked by Violet. A tall blonde girl. A short green haired one.

“What…” I stared at them all, frozen halfway down the stairs, as my mom turned her head toward me.

“Luca! You’re up!” She beamed. “Chastity and Vanity were just telling me that they’re here for their broth—”

No.

No. No. No.

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