Page 149 of Possession

He dips his face to my neck. His whiskers scrape my skin when he pulls my hair away from my face with his chin and whispers, “Love you, baby. After giving two years of my life to this shit, I’m not willing to wait or take my time. I want everything with you.”

“Yes,” I moan. It’s an answer to his words, his touch, and his grip on my heart. “Don’t ever let me go.”

He gives my clit more pressure—faster, harder—but it’s not enough. I shift my legs farther apart.

“Fuck, I like that,” he says.

I lose his hand on my breast as he rips his pants open to free himself. His hard cock is pressed to the small of my back.

Hot, thick, long. I want it. I want him.

“Please,” I beg.

His hips press into me. “Not until I see you come. Fall apart for me, baby. Then I’ll give you what you want.”

His arm returns to me, and he holds me when I fall apart. My orgasm washes over me like a wave hitting the rocky cliffs. It’s violent and aggressive, and I love every moment.

Cold hits my chest when he bends me at the waist and presses me to the marble. He wastes no time. My sex is still pulsing when he slides into me from behind.

Something new with Brax.

“Yes,” I moan, with my cheek and breasts pressed to the counter. I push up on my toes to get more of him. “Love this. I love you.”

His fingers bite into my hips as he pulls me to meet every single one of his firm, delicious thrusts. My orgasm lingers and lives to see a second life. I wish I could see him take me like this. Have visual proof of the pure possession that floods me.

Either he can read my mind, or he’s feeling the same. His words are labored. “Never thought I’d want anyone so much. Making you mine and setting you free at the same time will be the best thing I’ll ever do.”

Every time he thrusts, his words and his cock hit a new place, taking me deeper in love and lust.

“Yes,” I gasp. “It’s all I want.”

There are no more words. Just unbridled energy.

When he comes, he groans, holding my hips to him, burying himself inside me and staying there for many long moments while we both calm our beating hearts.

His hand slides over my ass, up my back, and into my hair before his muscled chest hits my back at the same time his lips touch my temple. “We’re close, baby. So fucking close to the end. Stick with me, and I’ll give you a normal, beautiful life.”

I turn my head as far as I can to look up at him. “My life turned beautiful during a wedding massacre. It’ll be blinding when we’re free of this.”

He tips his forehead to mine. “I can’t wait.”

34

JITTERY

Brax

Iscroll back six years to scour Damian’s email to see if there’s anything I missed. I already have copies of every document, file, and electronic piece of information to be had from this house. If he ever used a phone, it was a burner, and he switched them out weekly.

If I’ve learned one thing about the cartel, nothing keeps them safer than pure paranoia.

The man was careful. His distrust and suspicion of everyone around him fueled him to never conduct cartel business electronically. It’s why it took me getting shot to fully gain his trust.

In all I did, it ended up being that damn bullet. It was pure luck it didn’t catch an artery. I was even luckier I didn’t die from infection when some self-taught surgeon dug it out of me and left me with a scar to rival Frankenstein’s.

I did what I had to do and built on that luck, but in the process, I lost two years of my life. I never thought about it that way until now.

I did what I came here to do in the eyes of the government. I have enough evidence to indict multiple organizations in the U.S., take down one of the main supply chains coming into the country, and Cole Carson has what he needs for the CIA to go batshit crazy the way it does outside of our borders … the kind of crazy that never makes the news.

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