Page 78 of Possess Me! (I Want You To)

“What?”

“This was supposed to be fun.” Honestly, I was surprised he thought robbing people was fun. I added this to the list of things about him that were fascinating. Who the hell was this man? And what had happened to the cereal crier? “It was supposed to be a game. But instead, all I can think about is the fact that guys are touching you, and I—”

Jealous. He was jealous.

“You, what?” I asked, enjoying the way his grip on my shirt flexed as a hot puff of breath met my cheekbone.

“I haven’t even gotten to do that yet.”

His raw words hit me.

He was jealous that someone else had touched me before he had. Fuuuuck. My cock jerked and I glared up at his fuck me eyes, using every ounce of concentration I had to hide how absolutely gone for him I was in that moment. He wanted to touch me? Fuck yes. I wasn’t sure what had changed—but I was suddenly ready.

Unfortunately for both of us, he’d been too much of a brat to get a reward.

He’d have to earn it first.

“How many wallets did you steal, Luca?” I asked, my voice deliberately low. I clucked my tongue disapprovingly when he released a ragged little whine. There was a thrill to this. The fact that anyone could walk in here. There wasn’t even a door, just a lone archway crowded with abandoned jackets. It was dark inside the space, dark enough I could barely make out the shape of the coat rack behind Luca’s wide shoulders.

Luca licked his lips, and I fought back a groan.

They looked so soft.

So kissable.

I wanted to bite them.

He dropped his hold on my shirt, reaching for the hem of his hoodie, his big hands shaking as he wrapped his fingers around it and slowly lifted up. One, two, three, four, five. Five wallets sat tucked tight against his flat little belly. His stomach stuttered as he sucked in a breath, and I reached out to trail a solitary finger along the edges of skin bordering the stolen items.

“Tsk,” I clucked my tongue at him disparagingly. “Five?” I shook my head. “I thought you could do better.” Honestly, I was amazed. But he didn’t need the ego boost. My gaze snapped to his face again as I waited for his response. He licked his lips a second time, still holding his shirt up, despite the fact that anyone could walk in.

His eyes were dancing, sweat glistening across his temple, glitter smudged over his lovely cheekbones. Had whoever put the glitter there been the one to touch his ass? I nearly growled at the thought.

“You’re not pleased with me?” Luca’s words hit me like a sledgehammer to the knees. I glared up at him, my lower abs growing tight as desire shivered deep inside me. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before, even for him. Ravenous. I was ravenous. He dropped the hem of his hoodie and I mourned the sight of his abs immediately. Staring at me with dark eyes, and parted lips—he was tantalizing. Apparently everything about him provoked me. Clothed or not.

He liked this game just as much as I did.

His eyes said, fuck me.

They said, take from me.

They said, remind me who I belong to.

They said, you’re mine.

This was supposed to be fun. That’s what he had said.

So let’s make it fun, then.

I hadn’t felt this alive before. Not even when I’d had a real heartbeat, real blood in my veins, a real future. And I knew the immensely satisfying feeling had nothing to do with the stolen wallets, or even the possibility of discovery. The person responsible was the man towering above me, his long throat bobbing as he swallowed, waiting.

You’re not pleased with me?

“No.” I played his game. There was no choice, really. Not when he was looking at me like that. “I am not.”

Luca bit his lip and my hands twitched at my sides. He bent down. Warm lips brushed against my cheekbone, dragging softly as his breath puffed along my skin. “Then…” Luca trailed off, a question in his words. Slowly those sinful lips traveled to the shell of my ear till his breath tickled, and my toes curled inside my boots. “Will you let me please you?”

I didn’t respond, even though it took every ounce of my strength not to. My hands itched to form fists, my cock about ready to punch a hole through my jeans. His scent filled my nose. Sweat. Fruity drinks. Sin. I inhaled greedily, nostrils flaring.

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