Page 166 of Possession

I don’t know what to say to that. My heart skips a beat, and it has nothing to do with the heat he’s creating between my legs. The only thing I do is wrap my hand around his free one that’s angled up my body and splayed across my chest. I hold on tight in anticipation of what he’s doing to my body and my heart.

He keeps talking. “Before your dad delivered you up to the Marinos, you had a life here. I need to know how anxious you are to return to it.”

My job as a stylist at a department store was fun and something to do. It also feels like forever ago—another lifetime. That woman is a stranger to me.

I arch my back to press my bottom into his cock and push my head to his shoulder. “I doubt I have a job after not showing up for all this time. I want nothing to do with my parents. If you’re in New York, there’s nothing left for me here.”

His hands still on me for one moment before he cups my sex. Then he pulls away just enough to angle his hips and fills me in one firm thrust. His fingers part and his hand dips deeper between my legs, feeling our union.

“Does it make me an asshole for being fucking thrilled there’s nothing here for you?”

I wrap my hand around his between my legs to hold him to me. “Does it make me needy and desperate for wanting you to take me with you wherever you go?”

He presses into me harder. I wonder if he’s as desperate as I am. “That proves it.”

Brax rips his hand from beneath mine. He claims my fingers and brings them between my legs. All of a sudden, he’s puppeteering me, using the pads of my fingertips to work my own clit.

“What does that prove?” I ask.

He turns his face to the side of mine as he takes me from behind. “That you were made for me.”

Oh, yes.

I feel that down to my toes. But I can’t form the words to agree. My breaths are shallow and desperate as I try to move my hips. I want to come on his cock.

“Brax,” I beg and try to circle my clit faster, but he won’t let me. He proves he owns my heart and my body, controlling me with my own touch. “Please.”

“We’re going to come together, chica. Are you going to milk my cock the way you were made to? Your sweet pussy wants me, and your body wants my cum. It’s begging for it, and there’s nothing in the world I want more than to give it to you. Every time we’re like this I think about what it means. What could be happening as we speak. I love you more every time we’re together.”

I move as much as he’ll let me. “Take me with you. I’ll follow you anywhere. I love you and don’t want anything but this.”

“Love you so much it hurts,” he growls. “You’re like heaven. Don’t ever take this away from me. I might’ve survived the cartel, but I won’t survive losing you.”

His hips move faster. He loses all sense of rhythm, proving his desperation runs as deep as mine. Finally, his hold on my fingers eases, and together, we work my clit. I move on his cock and under my own fingers, loving every moment. Being surrounded by him and losing myself in what we’ve become together.

He pounds harder, our bodies sweaty and breaths shallow. My orgasm creeps in, and I try to still my fingers, but he doesn’t let me. He circles my clit faster, pushing me to a higher cliff. My gasps and moans are not quiet. They’re frantic—even eager—and I ride my orgasm longer than normal with him thrusting inside me.

He’s right—my body wants everything about him. I feel myself spasm with him inside me. He thrusts even harder, his beautiful, strong body using all its strength to take me.

This is all mine. If he didn’t just insist that I return to New York with him, I would’ve chased him to the ends of the earth.

He slams into me one last time on a growl when he comes. His heart pounds through his chest, keeping up with the pace of mine. We have to work to steady our breathing and don’t move.

We relish in each other—connected and silent. I think about what’s to come—what’s set in stone and what’s still unresolved.

Brax and I … there’s no doubt.

Rocco … I don’t have a good feeling about him.

“I’ll do everything I can to make it a home for you, baby. Make you happier than you’ve ever been. I’m just an agent … I might not be able to give you the lavish life that a mobster would, but you’ll be loved like never before.”

I turn my head to him. “You won’t have to work hard. I’m happier than I’ve ever been. Any future with you is a perfect one.”

He presses his lips to my temple. “We’re going soon. My mom will be home from the hospital any day. I want to be there to help her and let you get to know my family.”

I shift my hips to pull off his semi-hard cock and listen to him groan when I do. But I don’t roll away from him. I turn in his arms and look into his dark eyes through the shadowed, generic hotel room. “You never found out who killed Brian.”

He lets out a frustrated breath. “No.”

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