Page 92 of Prized Possession

“I want nothing more than to kiss you right now, but we both know things will move quickly after that, and I don’t think this is the right time. Your emotions are fresh, and I want your head to be clear when I fuck you. I’m not saying no, I’m just saying not now.

“Take the rest of the day, and we can revisit everything when you’re ready. I want to be absolutely certain that you’ll have no regrets when you agree to let me fuck you, as there will be no going back. Once I make you mine, that’s it.”

Her breath hitches, and I ignore the mixed messages I’m sending her. I mean she’ll be mine while she’s here with me, that’s all. At least, I hope that’s what I mean.

Fuck, focus, I shout in my head.

I quickly change the subject. “I’m not going to stop until I get his name.”

She lets out a long sigh. “Fine, it’s Frank Longoria. But I don’t want you to do anything until I’ve decided if I want to be a part of it. Agreed?”

His name repeats over and over in my head. There’s an element of familiarity, but I can’t quite place how I know him. I’ll have to ask Jacob when he comes over tomorrow, since Chloe seems to think he knew him and didn’t like him.

I also have the overwhelming urge to ask Jacob how the fuck he didn’t realise his sister had been kidnapped for two fucking days, or how he missed how messed up she’d become when she came back.

I know I can’t ask him, as that would be breaking the trust Chloe placed in me, and I can’t do that. Though Jake will need to face up to this sooner or later, and I suspect we’ll see him spiral further when he finds out.

As shitty a person as Jake is right now, there’s no denying how much he loves his sister. When he finds out just how much he failed to protect her, I think it’ll kill him.

“I can agree to that. It’ll take me time to come up with a good plan, anyway,” I admit, my glare no doubt showing just how evil my ideas truly are.

I don’t mention all the red tape I’ll need to deal with in order to pull it off without repercussions. If he’s as well connected as Chloe says, I’ll needpermission from people higher up to take him out without his family being able to retaliate.

Since he’s not aligned with the Morellis, I’ll need Santoro permission, and if I can’t get that, I’ll have no choice but to go to the big boss—Bree Doughty.

“Okay, and things between us just go back to normal?” She phrases it like a question, as though she’s unsure of the answer.

“I believe what I said is that when you’re truly sure it’s what you want, when there’s nothing else on your mind except me, then you can ask me to fuck you. Until then, we can go back to normal,” I repeat, though I really hope it doesn’t take her long to sort her shit out.

I know she has a lot on her plate, and I wouldn’t blame her for taking her time, but I don’t think my poor dick can take much more teasing.

“Right, well, I’ll make dinner this evening then,” she says as she stands from the sofa, her hand still in mine.

I stand with her, giving her a smile. I lean over and press a kiss to her cheek, the edge of my lips pressing against hers. “It’s a date.”

I hear her breath hitch as I let go of her hand and walk out of the room, my smile growing.

I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing, and I’m fairly sure I’m digging my own grave, but there’s nothing in the world that will stop me now.

Ever since I bared my soul to Marcus, and he basically put the ball in my court, I’ve been torn over what to do.

The part of me that’s been obsessing over Marcus since I first discovered boys is screaming at me to get on with it, but then there’s the rational side of me that seems to be holding back.

Telling him my secret wasn’t half as bad as I thought it would be. I expected him to view me differently afterwards, and although I didn’t go into too much detail, he still looks at me in the same way. I expected to see pity shining in those bright blue eyes of his, but that never came.

As I expected, he was furious on my behalf. I knew he’d be mad, and I sort of suspected he’d want to know his name, so he could punish him, but what Marcus is planning is so much worse than a punishment.

He wants to torture him, to make him endure pain and suffering for the same length of time that he held me captive, before eventually ending him.

I’ve never had someone want to fight my battles like that before, and I can’t say his plans don’t call to the darkness that lives inside of me.

Ever since Frank let me go, I’ve dreamed about all the different ways I could make him pay for what he did to me. But I’ve always known that’s all they were—dreams.

Yet, now I have someone who wants to fight my battles for me, who wants to end Frank in whatever way I see fit, and I’ve never felt better.

One of my biggest fears is that I’ll randomly bump into him in a club, and I’ll have to pretend like I’m not standing face-to-face with the man who ruined my life.

For Marcus to offer me a world where my monster no longer exists, that’s the best thing he could do.

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