Page 18 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

I would have to get used to it.

The curse was unforgiving.

Unforgiving as the dark.

I was spread thin once more, my molecules separating and scattering as my thoughts fell away, my essence devoured, and I became nothing once again.

The next time I came to the surface I was stronger. Which…was interesting considering the fact that Luca was actively trying to get rid of me. Floating at the edge of the room, I had a front row seat as he burned sage in a circle, chanting a spell I could clearly see glowing from a Google page open on his laptop screen.

He looked determined.

Frazzled.

Fluffy.

Hilariously earnest as he waved his hands in the air, robe swaying, long muscular legs encased in a new pair of pajama pants, that had the fortune of riding up his supple calves. The fuzzy purple bear slippers really gave the whole ensemble a frightening kick.

For the first time in eons, my heart burst to life as I abandoned my post and wandered the apartment to inspect all the traps he’d laid out for me while I’d been lost.

Salt.

There was salt everywhere.

A grocery bag full of generic bottles of salt sat abandoned on the counter, clearly ready to embark on another salt spreading adventure. The trash bin beside it was already full of what I could only assume were the containers he’d emptied.

Damn.

It looked like it had taken hours.

That was some dedication.

“Begone!” Luca yelled as he finished his Google spell. Immediately, banging sounded beneath his feet and Luca jumped in surprise, then swore as the neighbor in the apartment beneath his admonished him by whacking their shared floor/ceiling with what sounded like a broom. “Ghosty?” He called much quieter this time. He waited, but I didn’t respond.

The tantalizing aroma of Luca’s sweat wafted through the air, making my cock twitch and my hands clench into fists. Something primal inside me purred as I tipped my head toward the scent, soaking up the mix of coconut, pineapple, sunscreen, and musk with curiosity.

I finished examining the apartment and stopped in front of him, cocking my head. His shoulders sagged with relief now that he believed the spell had gotten rid of me. Ha. As if something so simple could banish me. As long as Luca still wore my necklace, dangling sweet as sin against his breastbone, he was mine. Why he wanted to get rid of me so badly, I had no idea.

All I’d done was give him money and force him to take care of himself.

Not that I particularly excelled at the whole caring for another human kind of thing.

I was shit at it, actually. Even I knew that.

Sighing dramatically, Luca wandered into the kitchen and flopped into his favorite rickety wooden chair. It teetered, and he placed a hand on the pitiful little dining table to his left to steady himself. As he wiped the sweat from his forehead, I admired the way his tank top dipped low enough I could sneak a glance at his hard pink nipples.

I wanted to bite them till he cried.

“Are you gone?” Luca asked the air—me—his body slipping lower in the seat till his legs were spread and his puffy slippers skidded on the stained linoleum.

I don’t think you want me to leave, I replied.

He flinched, glancing around again before he reached up and plunged his fingers into his already frazzled hair in alarm.

“Are you in my head?”

What do you think?

“Oh my fucking God.” Luca pulled at his hair, shaking his head in disbelief. “Why is this happening to me?” he muttered, clearly distressed. “I pay my taxes on time. I haven’t stolen in ages—karma should be on my side, shouldn’t it?” He pulled tighter on his hair, quaking in a way that made me want to force his hands away, so I could see the look of pain more clearly. “I fucking hate ghosts,” he added under his breath.

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