Page 21 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

Tell that to my mother.

“Sure,” Luca grinned bright enough he chased away his own shadows. “I’ll tell her the next time I see her. You know, after sex.” He blinked, frowned, then frowned even more. The lines multiplied. “In case you couldn’t tell, that was supposed to be a ‘your mom’ joke.”

I could tell.

“It wasn’t very good, was it?”

No.

Luca laughed again, the sound loud and uninhibited as he shook his head. “Well, okay then. Fuck you too, Prudence.” He tipped his head to the side, his pink curls spilling, lips twisted into a naughty little smile that made me want to fuck him till his eyes crossed.

My cheeks hurt and when I reached up to investigate why, I was shocked and a little disgusted to discover that I was smiling right back.

In my defense, jerking off wasn’t the first thing I did after I found out I was being haunted. I ate dinner first. Then I jerked off. I mean…who could blame me? That night in the hotel had lived rent free in my head for two weeks now and I’d been unable to get myself off since. Now I knew why. Injustice, thy name is: Toppy Ghosts.

Prudence wouldn’t mind.

Probably.

Maybe…if I was reaaaally good he’d lend a helping hand?

Maybe…I could entice him to show his face with the magic of my dick? Man, that was optimistic even for me. It was probably weird that I wanted him the fuck out of my life, my head, my apartment—and yet simultaneously wanted him the fuck inside of me. Priorities.

So, yeah.

Confusing.

Wait.

Could he hear my thoughts?

Scratch that—more importantly—was he even human? Was I seriously about to get off thinking about a dude that I didn’t even know the species of? Or how old he was? Oh, god. What if Prudence was like…a super creepy old man with droopy jowls and ear hair and—fuck. Now my boner was definitely gone. I pulled my hand out of my boxers with an annoyed huff.

Think happy thoughts.

Sexy thoughts.

“What do you look like?” I asked the air, only to be greeted by silence. Since the last time we’d spoken he’d barely been around, so it was no surprise to me now that Prudence was missing again. It was almost like sometimes he got zapped away. Poof, like he’d never been there to begin with. The first time he’d disappeared he’d been gone for long enough I’d contemplated calling up a priest and asking them to cleanse the entire apartment. But I decided against it when his absence started to convince me that I’d imagined the whole thing. I was self-aware enough to understand the unholy crying I’d been experiencing may not have been the only symptom of my current mental breakdown.

If I was a sane person, I would’ve been relieved he wasn’t always present. It was one step closer to not having him around at all. Buuuut honestly, I wasn’t sure I wanted to get rid of him. As much as I hated ghosts—which I did—thank you, Supernatural. I didn’t think Prudence was actually bad. I still had bruises around my wrist to prove that fact. Not that I was one hundred percent certain he’d been the one to save me from the murder-car—because I wasn’t—but, at this point, it was the likeliest possibility.

So far he’d basically been a shit-head but…good things had been happening often since I’d left Elmwood, and I could only assume that they had something to do with our attachment. So…maybe I figured he deserved the benefit of the doubt.

Plus the orgasm he’d given me had made me see Jesus.

Hard to hate a dude that made you cum out your eyeballs.

A lucky ghost indeed.

Violet was not impressed with my ghostly angst. I’d texted her about him about sixty times now and it was clear that she didn’t believe I was telling the truth. Kinda like how I didn’t believe her when she told me that her family was full of witches. Hypocritical, I know.

Except—this was a bit more serious, wasn’t it?

That was why her easy dismissals really made my blood boil.

The longer she patronized me, the more annoying it became. Actually! Now that I thought about it, this wasn’t the first time she’d done this. Ever since Hunter had left me, she’d started to act like she thought I couldn’t be trusted to make my own decisions.

Which pissed me off.

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