Page 64 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“Violet called your family. I don’t know how she knows them, but they know where you are now. I’m sorry.”

To his credit he didn’t freak out. Instead, I watched his lips thin and his eyes grow icy, mean. I hadn’t realized how soft he was toward me until that moment. There was something dangerous about the way he grew blank and murderous, fire dancing behind his glacial gaze.

“We have to leave right now or she’s going to give you back,” I said softly.

“When are they coming?”

“Tomorrow.”

There was no time to plan ahead. No time to do anything but run.

“Pru, we have to go—” The nickname slipped from my lips and I was as surprised by it as he was. I jerked my head toward the door, ready to bolt the second he joined me. Instead he surprised me, his fingers latching around my wrist in a possessive, dominant grip that had my head spinning. His pale eyes were blazing and I was mesmerized as my bones creaked within his grasp.

“No.” Prudence shook his head, dark hair falling across his brow as his lip curled up in disgust. A shiver ran up my spine. He glanced toward the closed door, his eyes murderous. If I didn’t know better, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d started growling at it. “She’ll anticipate that.”

“What…”

“Stay for dinner.”

“Stay for—”

“I’ll pack you a bag. Stay for dinner. Act normal. When she goes to bed we’ll sneak out.”

“I don’t think the car is safe for long distances—” I tried again.

“What would you have us do? Walk?” Prudence arched an eyebrow, his nostrils flaring and I…wilted. He was right. Fuck.

“Fine. But I’m driving.” The dude was a ghost after all. “You probably don’t even have a valid driver’s license.”

“Whether or not I’m licensed is the least of our worries right now.”

“You’d only say that if you weren’t licensed.”

“Luca.” His voice said, shut up. But his eyes were dancing.

He was right. Again. I just liked to argue. My breath hitched, as I realized how close our bodies were. For a single perfect moment, all the fear fled and I was struck with a dazed sort of longing. Prudence was so close. Right there. Muscled, glorious. The scent of his smoky musk tickled my nose. His fingers wrapped around my wrist like shackles.

I wanted him.

If we left tonight, did that mean… No.

Did that mean that last night was our last time together?

No more sex?

“Does this mean no more sex?” I parroted my thoughts, sounding more devastated than I’d meant to. Prudence’s attention snapped to my lips as my tongue flickered out to wet them. His mouth twisted down. It took me a solid five seconds to realize he was smiling. Smiling! Except it wasn’t a mean smile like the one he’d worn earlier this one…was soft. Downturned. Sweet. I’d never seen a downturned smile in real life. It charmed me.

Hilarious how in all the time I’d dated him, Hunter had never made me feel as wrong-footed as I did in that moment, enchanted by an unusual smile as I interrupted a ghost going through my underwear drawer.

I’d always had this image in my head of what a heart stopping grin should look like. This didn’t look anything like I’d anticipated. Which made it fitting, and even more precious in its own way.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Prudence said, and his words were a promise as much as they were a challenge.

“On the run?” I clarified.

“Sure.” He reached for the back of my neck with his free hand and yanked me down to his level. When he kissed me it was all teeth and tongue. It stung, sinful, delicious, confusing. Prudence kissed like he did everything else. He was demanding, direct, and most importantly, dominating. Like he thought by fucking me with his tongue he could claim every inch of me. Every brush of his lips had a purpose, and that purpose was to tear me apart, kiss by kiss, till he could make space for himself inside me, whether I wanted him to or not.

Something cool and metallic rubbed against my palette but I ignored the sensation, too enthralled with the way he tongue-fucked me into submission to pay it much attention. By the time he pulled back, I was breathless with desire, I could feel the splotchy heat of a blush all over my cheeks and throat. My lips tingled. My head was spinning. Prudence moved his hand to my chin, gripping it tight. It was the same way he’d held me earlier that day when we’d made our deal. But this was different. This time his eyes were hungry and dark. This time he played with my bottom lip, tugging it down with his thumb, a spark in his eyes that meant sex, sex, sex.

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