Page 31 of Possession

I turn my head a fraction to look up at him. “Can I ask you something?”

His hand around my neck tightens a touch. I expect him to say no, change the subject, or ignore me altogether.

Instead, he tips my head to the side and a shiver runs down my spine when he drags his tongue up the side of my neck. My eyes fall shut, and I let out a little moan when his taste turns into a suck right below my ear.

The wine.

The fear.

And now this…

My body can’t take the mood swings.

My panties go instantly wet.

This cannot be happening. I didn’t even want to get married. What is he doing to me?

He trails kisses across my jaw until his lips land on my ear. There, he whispers, “No. You cannot ask me questions here or anywhere else in the house. Later, in our bedroom. I ripped out the cameras today.”

Shit.

I was right. They are watching. I need to get used to that.

I exhale and try to catch my breath.

“And chica?”

“Yeah?” I squeak.

He forces me to look up at him. This time he’s not warm or comforting. His words are firm and come out as a warning. “Don’t ever call me Brian again.”

Shit.

My teeth sink into my lip.

I nod.

Note to self: do not be a smartass with my new husband.

8

BEAUTY QUEEN

Landyn

Iroll over on the sofa I’ve slept on two days in a row. The king-sized bed is messy and unmade, but my new husband is nowhere in sight.

After Boz put his lips and tongue on me and warned me never to call him Brian, he took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom.

I followed on shaky knees. My nerves were frazzled from the rollercoaster I’d been riding for days. When Boz locked us in our room, he told me to take the bathroom first. After I changed and washed my face, he was nowhere to be found.

I was so tired, I grabbed a pillow and blanket and claimed the sofa again. There’s not room on it for both of us. If he wants anything more from me, he’ll have to physically drag me to the bed.

But, for the second night in a row, he didn’t. He didn’t touch me. And it wasn’t because there were people watching. The cameras are gone.

Thank goodness for that.

I pull on a robe on my way to the bathroom, when I hear voices. One of the double doors to the connecting office is cracked. I move that way to peek through.

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