Page 151 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

Besides, I grudgingly owed her for never reporting my death. Realistically, I knew she had been commanded not to by the Supernatural Alliance Committee for fear of the government getting involved in their business, but it still had made my integration back into society much easier, and for that…yes, I was grateful.

I didn’t mind a challenge, but now that I had a leggy pink fiancé to worry about, the lack of struggle was greatly appreciated. It left more time to focus on him. To spoil him. To punish him.

“I can’t wait to see Violet,” Luca sighed happily, staring out the window as I pulled onto the freeway and we sped south. Trees whipped by on either side, taller, and somehow greener than the ones we’d seen in Oregon the last time we’d visited his parents.

The Bakers were obsessed with us now that we were engaged, and while I grumbled—secretly, I didn’t mind the positive attention.

It was the first time anyone had fawned over me, not because of my money—or my family’s status—but because they liked me as a person. Because they thought I was a good match for their son.

“How long is she staying in town?” I asked, feigning ignorance. I didn’t care about Violet, even though her involvement in my proposal plan had admittedly made the surprise much easier. I did, however, care about Luca, so I made a point to pretend I was interested so he wouldn’t feel neglected, despite the fact I already knew the answer.

“She’s helping her brother with his shop,” Luca hummed thoughtfully, reaching down to pull the lever at the side of his seat so he could scoot it back for more leg room. He sighed, his smile sleepy and pleased. “So she’ll probably stick around till Christmas…maybe later? Maybe forever. She already brought all her filming stuff over and it isn’t like the internet is only available back home. She’s even got a sweet little apartment in town she’s set up inside.” He shrugged. “I think…” He bit his lip. “I think we’re going to stop rooming together.”

The pieces of my plan were falling together nicely.

“Does her staying have anything to do with the fact she’s been fucking my sister since May?”

“Yeah, probably.” Luca narrowed his eyes at me. “Wait. How did you know about that? I thought it was on the down low.”

“I have eyes.”

Luca snorted, dubiously. “You don’t pay attention to people other than me. Forgive me if I find that hard to believe.” He would’ve sounded conceited if he wasn’t one hundred percent correct, and—like the little shit he was—reciting my own words back to me.

I refused to admit to him that Violet had told me. She’d had to, when I’d come to her for…help…I shuddered just thinking about the way she’d squealed when I’d told her my plan. Disgusting. As much as I disliked her, like I disliked everyone on principle, I was grateful the awkward months directly after Luca and I had gotten together were over.

There had been a lot of hurt between the two of them, but they’d found their rhythm. Luca was much happier now that they had fallen back into their easy friendship.

I liked him happy.

The apartment building my family owned in the middle of Elmwood towered high into the sky as I pulled into a parking spot and looked at my slumbering sweetheart. He was drooling, his head tucked against the window, cheek squished against the glass.

I flipped the ignition off, and leaned across the console to brush his hair out of his eyes.

“We’re here, Pinkie.”

Luca grumbled, face scrunching up adorably as he blinked his eyes open. “Take me upstairs?” He asked, voice scratchy and soft.

We’d be occupying the empty apartment above my sisters for the time being, and I didn’t blame him for his exhaustion. I’d kept him up late the previous night, and he’d been working through a new art piece that had been stealing his midnight hours for days before that.

There were dark smudges of exhaustion beneath his eyes and bite marks littering his neck as he tipped his head to look at me, sleepy gray eyes beseeching.

“Please?”

“Fine.” The moment I agreed, Luca relaxed happily, letting his eyes shut as he waited. When I climbed inside him it was like slipping into a vat of warm butter. His sleepy consciousness wrapped around me like a blanket as I pushed open the door using his body, and headed to the trunk to grab our things.

We’d done this a handful of times before, and every time, the trust he so easily gave me warmed me from head to toe.

I loved being inside him, in every sense of the word. Whether or not it was slipping my cock inside his snug little hole—or possessing him. It didn’t matter. If I could’ve permanently welded myself to him, I would.

The doorman smiled at me as I passed, and I flipped him off before heading toward the elevator, suitcases in tow.

The apartment was dark as I pushed the door open. Light twinkled through the floor to ceiling windows on one side, courtesy of familiar starlight as I tossed our bags onto the floor, locked the door, and searched the apartment for threats. When I’d deemed it safe, I headed into the bedroom. Above the headboard hung the painting we’d created on his bedroom floor what felt like a lifetime ago. I’d had it shipped over, though its position was temporary. Soon, it would have a very different place of honor. I lay down on the comforter, letting Luca’s body rest as I started to pull away from him.

No.

No?

Stay.

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