Page 17 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

Which was fine by me. I could still get what I wanted. Even if I was, admittedly, the weakest I’d ever been. I could still make this work. I could. Though…apparently my assumption that he was easily tricked might have been premature.

Luca was smarter than I’d given him credit for.

The fact he’d noticed my presence was a testament to that.

“No, the ghost isn’t hurting me. No, it doesn’t appear to be malicious. No flickering lights. Yes, I’m sure. But also—how the hell do I exorcise it?” Luca continued speaking, his hands gesticulating wildly, long legs sprawled, his broad shoulders encased in a silken violet robe with a fluffy fur collar. It was clearly not his, judging by how ill-fitting it was.

He wanted to exorcise me?

No. That wouldn’t do. To emphasize my point, I reached for the light switch, summoning every ounce of strength I had to give it a few rapid, angry little flicks with my finger.

No exorcising.

“Motherfucker.” The white of Luca’s eyes flashed as he whipped around to glare suspiciously behind him, before blurting a quick, “I gotta go, Violet. Text me.”

He hung up, placing his phone flat on the table. The ducky sticker was missing. Interesting. So he had a problem with me stealing, but didn’t have one with spending the money? I liked that. A little too much.

“Hello?” Luca spun the other way, still searching. He wouldn’t find me, no matter how many times he dramatically twisted. His naivety was…amusing, which wasn’t an emotion I felt often.

I didn’t answer him.

Why would I?

Clearly my silence wasn’t enough of a deterrent.

“Are you…gonna murder me?” Luca asked, gray eyes wide. He bunched the stolen silk robe he wore like a cloak around himself. His long legs poked out the bottom, dark blond hair flickering along his exposed shins, feet bare—vulnerable. “Because like—I’ve seen The Exorcist,” Luca continued to ramble, “and Supernatural. Also, my roommate is a witch.”

So he was threatening me now.

“So, yeah. You really don’t want to hurt me. I know shit. And my roommate? Yeah—she’ll…totally…um.” Luca blinked, scrubbing his hands nervously on his thighs. “She’ll totally get you.”

As far as threats went this one was pretty tame.

I’m very frightened, I deadpanned.

“Aha!” Luca leapt from his seat, pointing accusingly at the fridge to my left like he expected me to be there. “I knew it! I knew you were talking to me! It took me a second but—”

You’re pointing at the wrong place.

I’m over here.

“Over where?” Paranoid, he spun around to check over his shoulder. I could practically taste the fear buzzing beneath his skin. Even separated, his emotions simmered within me, our connection undeniable in light of his strong emotions. An itch in the back of my mind that I couldn’t scratch.

I don’t know why I told the truth, but I did.

The light switch.

Luca whipped to face me, his pink hair bouncing, robe flickering as he glared right where my cock would be if he could see me. It was…again. Amusing.

His cereal was getting soggy.

Up.

Luca dragged his gaze higher, his eyes meeting mine—not that he knew that. My mouth suddenly grew dry as I looked my fill. There were freckles across the bridge of his nose. Like a paint splatter. His chapped pink lips trembled. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of his temple and into the groove beneath his jawline. Bravery bolstered by fear. I could taste it as clearly as I could see it flickering under the surface of his stormy silver gaze. Brown lashes, thick and straight. Doe-ish. Like prey. A sheep parading as a wolf.

“Who are you?” Luca repeated his earlier question, but again I didn’t answer. My strength was slipping already and I sighed, disappearing toward the call of his body, resigned to be pulled into the Nothing once again.

I hadn’t realized how much it would affect me to be with a host that was unaware of my presence.

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