Page 58 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“Yes.”

What the fuck.

“Okay, I’m going to need more information about the whole prisoner thing later. But for now…You…” I searched his gaze, chasing the flutter of his lashes, and the stubborn set to his jaw with my eyes. “All you need is the magic password?” The morning sunlight filtered through the foggy glass of the bathroom window as I waited.

“Yes.”

“That should be easy enough.” I had always been good with people. Maybe not murderous, imprisoning, spell-casting people? But still. How different could she really be? If I flirted hard enough I could get pretty much anyone to give me anything.

Prudence frowned, and I watched the satisfied glint in his steely eyes, more than a little mesmerized. He was so close to getting what he wanted. Loss tickled keenly at the back of my mind as I realized what that would mean for us. No more Prudence. No more sex. No more food fights—He’d be…He’d be gone.

Forever.

But…

I couldn’t keep him here. Not if he didn’t want to stay.

Dead or not, he deserved a choice.

So I did the only thing I could and gave in. “Deal.”

Prudence’s pale eyes widened in surprise before his lips twitched and a grin stretched wicked as sin across his handsome face. He looked feral and gorgeous and God… I needed to know what his smile tasted like.

“Kiss on it?” I asked, probably a little too desperately.

I thought he’d say no.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he just…kissed me.

His lips tasted like I’d thought they would. Like fresh spring water, smoke, and something deep and musky that had me chasing him for more. He sucked my tongue into his mouth, squeezing my cheeks hard enough all I could do was whimper, surrendering as he completely devoured me.

By the time he was finished, I had forgotten all about my lies, my promises, and our fate.

All I could think about was him, him, him.

I chased his lips again, and succumbed to his cruelty willingly.

“So basically.” I forced Prudence into my bedroom, shutting the door behind us. I made sure it was locked for good measure before I turned back to him with a thoughtful frown. “We have five days to get up to Oregon for my birthday.” I blinked, then narrowed my eyes. “Where is…the prison thingy?”

“Oregon.”

“Oh! Awesome!” I perked up. “That’s weirdly convenient.” Huh. I clapped my hands together, then tapped my lip thoughtfully as I debated our next course of action. “We need a plan.”

“We need money.”

“Can’t you call up your rich family?” I bit my lip, “You know—um. Say you need money or something?”

Wait.

Fuck.

He was dead.

“Scratch that! Dumb question.” I was full of those today. “Does your family know…” I waved a hand at him, encompassing all of his very real, muscled-tattooed ghostly glory.

“They know I’m here, yes.”

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