Page 47 of Possession

But the worst of it is, I’m the reason she’s here.

It was my tip that led the authorities to the load her father lost, which led to him bartering his only daughter. I’m the one who dragged her into this, I’m the one playing with her emotions, and as the days click on, it’s getting harder and harder to focus on the end goal and not her.

It’s hard—really fucking hard.

Especially when she looks at me like this. She’s not only mine now, but it’s also my responsibility to get her out of this safely and intact, so she can move on and live the rest of her life when I’m done.

Knowing full well the cameras are on us for whoever wants to watch, and that includes Alamandos should he be so inclined, I grab her hips and pull her ass across my lap.

I think she’s getting used to my hands on her because she doesn’t argue. Her fingertips return to my shirt as she peeks up at me through her thick lashes.

“This isn’t for nothing.” I repeat her words and my number one slogan that should be tattooed on my body by now. I hold her tight to me and my voice is low, not that it matters who hears. I have to tell her the truth. “Your father was desperate to get into the mix. He’s an asshole for what he did to you. I can’t speak for anyone else, I have a lot of power here, but not over everyone. If it makes you feel better, I promise not to touch your father.This,” I wrap my arms around her tighter and give her a squeeze, “means something.”

Her blue eyes turn glassy. Through everything she’s been through, she rarely shows this kind of emotion. She looks like she’s doing everything to keep her tears at bay and swallows hard over the lump in her throat.

“You give me whiplash,” she whispers.

“I get that. I’m sorry, but I doubt that’s going to change anytime soon.”

“It’s a lot to deal with.” She looks back down to her fingers and pulls in a deep breath before rolling her eyes and settling them back on me. “You know, until death do us part, and all that jazz.”

The tears that never spilled have almost dried up, and I realize I lucked out to fake-marry a woman full of snark rather than drama. If she can make it through this, she’ll be just fine when it’s all over and I set her free.

“’Til death do us part,” I repeat, but in my head add,until I exact revenge and wrap up this damn case. But she can’t know that. “No harm will come to you. I’ll make sure of it.”

Her gaze jumps to me, and her eyes flare. Her tits rise and fall practically in my face in another tight-ass dress. Her tongue sneaks out to wet the crease of her lips, and I can see it written all over her.

All I have to do is make a move. A real one—not like today by the pool for show. But when we’re like this, nose to nose, breath to breath, it’s different. By the look in her eyes, I can tell she feels it too.

I can’t step over the line, no matter how easy it would be with the air crackling between us like two haywire currents that are about to erupt into flames.

Fuck, her hand slides up my chest and lands warm on my skin at the open neck of my dress shirt.

It feels fucking good. So good, my cock decides to dive into whatever utopia he thinks he’s living in as he thickens in my pants. And since it’s pressed to her thigh, I bet she feels it too.

She shifts against me.

Yeah, she feels it.

That does not help the situation.

“Boz—” she starts, but I interrupt her.

And I do it with my lips.

She melts into me. Dips her fingers into my hair. And becomes an active participant.

I’m afraid of what she was about to say, but really, as one day bleeds into the next, it’s harder and harder to stop myself.

She moans against my lips and instantly opens for me. I grip the back of her bare thigh in one hand and press into the middle of her back with the other.

She should push me the hell away for good, but she does the opposite. Instead, she presses her perfect tits to my chest.

My dick thinks he’s in heaven.

That this is it.

The big shebang.

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