Page 71 of Possession

“Mm-hm. I need shoes too.”

He sighs. “I know.”

“So …?”

“So we’re going out, I guess.”

At the huge smile spreading across my face, Roman narrows his eyes.

He demands, “Don’t you like being here with me?”

I lean near and nibble at the underside of his jaw. “Yes. But I want to do other things with you too.”

Roman tilts his head back to give me better access. “I’ll need to fuck you again if you keep doing that.”

I practically crawl up him to intensify my assault on his throat. His breathing shallows. His hands grip my ass as I straddle him. His cock stiffens against me. I love that I can arouse him like this.

I keep at him until he bears me down onto the bed and is inside me again.

TWENTY-FIVE

Roman

I’m trying not to ruin this for Lucas because I can tell this has been a fantastic day for him. For me, this afternoon of shopping has been more torturous than the two days I spent in the stocks with my back lashed into a shredded mess as punishment for killing a guard.

And this part, now, having Lucas sitting in a barber’s chair whileanother man is touching him…

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

I can feel Quinn watching me as I pace around the otherwise empty, upscale barbershop. I’m mostly okay with Quinn now. After the incident in the kitchen, I was forced to recognize that he is, in fact, trustworthy.

Quinn has often been the only one in the house with Lucas when I’m gone, so I think I already realized, subconsciously, that he’s safe.

The truth is, I wouldn’t have made it through today without him. With all the doors, windows, and people, there was simply too much for me to keep watch of. Quinn remained vigilant in every store, covering any gaps in my awareness and allowing me to devote at least a portion of my attention to the one thing I actually wanted to pay attention to: Lucas.

He’s been a little stubborn about money. I think he imagined some kind of thrift store shopping venture. When he saw the prices on the shoes, he froze. I had to loom over him and make very clear that it was not the moment to push his boundaries.

All my money from before my capture only grew while I was gone. That didn’t mean anything to me when Vitali and I first talked about it, but it sure as hell means something to me now that I’ve realized it will enable me to take care of Lucas like he deserves.

Today, I made him understand that he’s going to let me do that.

The way he got all choked up only renewed my determination to kill his piece-of-shit stepfather for making him think he doesn’t deserve to be taken care of. Lucas didn’t say that was what was going on in his head, but I could tell.

So I have to not fuck this up right now.

But goddamn it, it’s taking everything in me not to snatch those scissors from the barber’s hand and stab them into his neck for touching my man.

When Lucas signals the barber to pause and gets up from the chair, littering the ground with light brown hair trimmings, I halt. Did I miss something? Did the barber do something wrong?

Lucas’s concern, however, is focused solely on me. He walks up to me, pulling his hands from under the black cape and putting them on my chest.

“Everything is fine,” he says quietly.

My throat tightens. Fuck. I’m ruining everything after all. I close my eyes. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“I’m sorry,” I tell him.

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