Page 131 of Possession

He presses into me one more time, like he’s relishing in us after withholding himself for so long. “Told you I’d tell you anything.”

I stare at his square jaw and hesitate.

He brings a hand up and forces me to look at his deep frown. “Do you regret this?”

“No,” I answer too quickly, but it’s true so I keep telling him the truth. “I’ve wanted this for … a while.”

“Good. I bet it’s safe to say I wanted this longer than I care to admit.” The corner of his full lips tip on one side with a smirk. “What do you want to ask me?”

I look into his dark eyes and hope they’re mine to gaze into for the rest of my life. “Are we married? Like, you know,” I lift a bare shoulder. “Reallymarried?”

His thick arm tucks under my back, and he rolls taking me with him. I straddle his hips to keep our connection, like a desperate woman who may never get it back. He’s still inside me, half-hard, and I vaguely wonder how that can be.

But I don’t wonder for long because his words drag me back to reality. His expression is grave and intense. “I don’t care where it happened, how it happened, or how we each felt during that moment. Our connection is real, chica. A connection I’ll never feel with anyone else and never want to test it. Introduced you to my mom as my wife. Consummated it just now in the most ultimate way, and I don’t regret it. I’d like to sayI doagain when you say my real name and we’re not covered in blood. But that’ll only be for pictures and memories. Because as far as I’m concerned, yes, we’re married.”

He becomes blurry through my tired eyes, and I immediately dip my face to hide in his neck.

One hand comes to my head and the other to my bare ass when he tenses beneath me. “Was that the wrong answer? Did I fuck that up?”

I shake my head. “No, Brax. That was definitely the right answer.”

“Good.” His exhale brushes my hair before he lifts my chin and once again forces me to look down at him. He brushes the tears from my cheek. “Looking forward to doing it again without the blood or the creepy priest.”

A laugh bursts through my tears. “Right? He was so creepy.”

“I’m going to need to fuck you again soon, baby. We have time to make up for. But we also need sleep.”

I can’t hide my smile. “This is the weirdest honeymoon ever. But I guess after our wedding, it fits.”

He pulls my mouth to his, and if any kiss ever felt like a marriage, it’s this one.

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Brax

When I toldmy family I was leaving for an undisclosed amount of time with no communication to find the people who killed Brian, this was not the way I expected to return. Not once did I imagine I’d bring a woman home or have to leave again immediately.

Just when you think you know yourself, you fake marry a strange woman, and all of sudden you’re really fucking happy about having unprotected sex.

So when I turn the corner to the bathroom to find that woman’s ass peeking out from my T-shirt in a tiny pair of panties, bent at the waist with her hair flipped upside down, I reassure myself I’m not crazy.

I’m fucking lucky.

Lucky we’ve made it this far, and I’ll do everything I can to keep her safe from the Marinos and her damn father.

Her father.

The look on her face when I told her I was going to arrest him said it all. I have no qualms about her loyalties.

I shrug my dress shirt up my shoulders and go straight to her. She jerks and stands straight when I cup each delicious globe of her ass in my hands. She’s red in the face from being flipped upside down, but smiles at me through the mirror as she turns off the hairdryer. “You scared me.”

I lean down and press my lips to her neck. “When I’m in the general vicinity of your ass and it’s in the air, expect that I’m going to grab it every single time.”

The only move she makes is to lean into my chest. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

I snake a hand around her waist and splay it under her tits. “We have a change of plans.”

Her smile falters through the mirror. “Is everything okay?”

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