Page 83 of Prized Possession

I give him a smile. “Will you make sure you’re sober, please?”

He rolls his eyes at me, but I hold firm. “Fine.”

I pull my brother in for a hug, but don’t hold it for as long as I usually do. Having someone so close to my body, when all my nerve endings are prickling, and I’m so fucking turned on, is not a good decision. Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice.

Marcus and Miles are standing beside the car when we join them. I let them know that Jake has agreed to visit us on Tuesday. I’m a little shocked when it’s Miles that speaks to him.

“Don’t even think about showing up hammered, Pretty Boy. If you are impaired in any way, or I suspect you’ve taken anything, I will send you away without a moment's hesitation. It’s my job to keep them safe.”

Jake glares at Miles, looking extremely annoyed, but after a brief stare-down, he nods and sighs. “Fine. I’ve already promised I’ll be sober.”

“Good, I just wanted to make it clear.”

Miles doesn’t wait for a response, he walks around to the drivers side and climbs in. “Your bodyguard is an arsehole,” Jake grunts, and Marcus chuckles.

“Well, you seem to bring out the worst in him,” Marcus replies. “Thanks for agreeing to come and visit on Tuesday. You won’t regret it.”

“Make sure I don’t,” he says, before turning to me. “Take care of yourself.”

He pulls me in for another hug, and I have to bite my lip and tense my body. It’s over quickly, and once he turns back to the house, I climb into the car, Marcus following behind me.

As soon as the door closes, the car starts. I notice the partition is already up, and I waste no time turning to Marcus.

“Please, do something,” I beg.

“What do you mean?” he asks nonchalantly, looking far too smug.

“The egg is driving me crazy. I’m so fucking turned on, but it’s not enough. I need more.” I sound high-pitched and desperate, but I don’t care.

“Pull up your dress and show me.”

I do as I’m told, shuffling until my dress is bunched up around my waist. I then slip my shoes off so I can pull my feet up onto the chair, as I spread my legs wide. The cool air hitting my exposed pussy makes me gasp.

Marcus’ eyes widen as he watches me expose myself to him completely,having lost all my inhibitions. He groans as he sees I’m dripping wet. “So fucking wet, I can see it from here.”

“I need more,” I beg again. “Please, will you touch me.”

Marcus freezes for a moment, and I can see he’s warring with himself. He’s clearly torn between sticking to his rules and throwing the rulebook out so he can have me. Maybe I just need to push him a little more.

I reach down with one hand and rub my fingers over my clit, a loud moan falling from my lips as my back arches from the overwhelming sensations. His eyes are fixed on where I’m touching myself, my fingers getting wetter with each swipe.

“It doesn’t feel as good if I do it myself,” I moan, pleading with my eyes.

“Fuck,” he growls, though he still doesn’t move. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

This time, I’m the one with the wicked smile as I maintain eye contact with him. “Surely that’s not a bad way to die?”

He chuckles as I press harder on my clit, rocking my hips in a way that moves the vibrating egg against that sweet spot deep inside, making me practically purr.

For the first time, Marcus looks torn…almost like he’s in pain, and I’ve never felt sexier. Even though he’s the one controlling the egg, and I need his permission to come, so all my pleasure is essentially in his hands, I’m the one that’s able to make him come undone just looking at me.

Seeing how much he affects me is making him lose all control, and that’s a heady power I never expected.

“Please, Marcus. I need you,” I beg once again, my body getting more and more tense as my pussy drips with desire.

“Fuck, if I do this, youwilltell me what I want to know. Do you agree?”

The way he’s staring at me, his eyes alight with so much fire and passion, makes it clear this isn’t really a question. If I want him, this is the price I have to pay.

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