Page 51 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

This was a problem for tomorrow.

I’d have to convince him that getting rid of me was a bad idea. Convince him to take me where I needed to go. To do what I needed him to do. And I’d need to do all of that before Violet informed him of the risks.

I’d heard Luca rant enough about Violet’s witch-i-ness to know he wasn’t talking about being a bitch. I’d never met a witch before. There were a few that lived in Elmwood, but I’d had no reason to interact with them when I was alive—and after death there was nothing anyone could do to break my spell, aside from Lydia, so there had been no point.

That didn’t mean they couldn’t take me from Luca though.

I refused to let that happen.

I was so close.

So fucking close.

Maybe I could solve his problems and my own at the same time. I knew he needed money, and that was one thing I had in abundance. I still wasn’t sure why he needed it, but with how big his mouth was—fuuuck don’t think about his mouth—I figured he’d blab at some point. Sure he might die, but at the end of the day, based on the clear devastation he’d been fighting for weeks, I didn’t think he’d hesitate to make the choice. I’d just thought I had more time to…

To what?

To get him to like me?

I traveled through the apartment in a daze, blinking when I realized I was back safely in the bedroom, and Luca lay prone on the bed exactly where I’d left him just a few minutes earlier. His body was relaxed as he nuzzled into his pillow, his t-shirt riding up his back high enough that I could admire the dimples at the top of his ass. It was a nice fucking ass. Round. Bouncy. Firm. Encased in a teeny-tiny pair of outer space print boxer-briefs that were clearly way too fucking little for those supple thighs.

The crease between his cheeks and his hamstrings flickered as he shifted, briefs stretching to accommodate his thick ass. Luca’s sleepy scent tickled my nose—sweat, saltwater, and coconut. I inhaled greedily, my breath escaping in an overwhelmed puff as I fought back the urge to bury my face between his cheeks to inhale the clean musk directly from his shorts. If his briefs were any more see-through, and if he spread his legs just a liiittle more I was sure I’d catch a glimpse of the shy little hole hidden away beneath them. Had he put these on knowing I’d look?

I wouldn’t be surprised.

As guarded as Luca was, he was shameless too.

My cock perked up and I shoved the heel of my palm against it to soothe the ache.

I hadn’t expected Luca to be so…

So, him.

But he was.

The list of his transgressions was longer than the Bible. He sang all the fucking time—horribly off-key with an obscene amount of jazz hands. He wore his emotions practically tattooed across his face. His eating habits were abysmal. And the man spent way too long reapplying pink dye to his hair every time he showered. Unfortunately, all these objectively negative things didn’t stop him from growing on me like a fungus.

He didn’t wake up.

671. That was how many breaths he took before Violet retreated to her room, the door across the hall shutting with a quiet snick.

I’d snooped around inside her room before while Luca slept, so I felt no need to do so again. It wasn’t unheard of for witches or hunters to carry artifacts meant for ghost collection. And I was certain she didn’t have anything of importance. At least nothing that could trap me.

Besides, my talisman still hung safely around Luca’s neck. Coveted like he truly thought it was lucky, just as I’d planned.

1,921 breaths later, Luca stirred. Except this time the movement was followed by a desperate little sob. It had been so long since I’d last heard him cry that the sound startled me. I hadn’t realized how long I’d been standing, staring at him till that moment. Within seconds I knelt beside his head, knee to the mattress—unsure what I was doing—only that I wanted to help.

That sick feeling was back again, and I was at a loss for what to do.

The only real experience I had with crying had been when I’d babysat the kids in my social circle when I’d been alive. But I’d never felt affected by their emotions. It was a nuisance. A problem to be solved, at most. Easily forgotten.

Tears glistened as they dripped down angular cheekbones. Soft pink bangs stuck to Luca’s sweaty forehead, his chapped lips parted like he’d been biting them in his sleep. There were freckles everywhere. It would take hours to count them. They splattered his lips like paint spots. He didn’t make another sound. Completely silent as tears continued to fall and my pulse fluttered in fascination as his face twisted up all over again. Normally his crying elicited a much different response from my body.

This time my cock didn’t react.

Which…surprised me.

Until now Luca’s crying face alone was enough to get me off.

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