Page 72 of Possession

But it’s not happening here.

My hand stays planted between her legs—warm, wet, and mine—as I angle my other arm up her back and move for the door.

Her eyes fly open, and panic takes over her beautiful face. “No!”

I freeze. “What?”

“Don’t take me in there,” she breathes, desperate and needy.

“We’re not staying out here.” I cup her tighter, and for the first time, slide a finger into her tight pussy. I might never be the same. I lean in and put my lips to her ear when I give her a second pump. “This is mine, Landyn. No one’s going to watch you come but me. Do you understand?”

She exhales against my face as she presses down onto my hand. “Just … I don’t want to go in there.”

“Why?”

“Once we’re shut in that room, you ignore me. I can’t handle that, Boz. Especially today. Please,” she begs. Her lust-filled gaze hits me as hard as her words. “Don’t push me away. And don’t stop.”

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Landyn

Boz putsa heavy foot to the door. Its slam echoes off the high ceilings and through the vast space.

I grip him tighter. I meant what I said. If he lets me go, I might fall apart for good.

My back hits another wall before my head does, because he finally gives me what I want.

Him.

And another finger.

My mouth falls open, and I’m pretty sure my eyes roll back in my head when his strong thumb circles my clit.

I forget about being used as a payment for my father’s debt. I forget about being married into a cartel. And I forget about my mom victim-shaming me.

I don’t think about anyone but my husband. The man who’s protected me and defended me.

His lips hit the skin on my collarbone where he sucks. “I’ve ignored you for my own sanity, chica.”

Oh, and there’s that. My husband who ignores me when we’re alone.

But he’s not ignoring me now. He’s everywhere. My panties cut into my skin. It should hurt, but nothing hurts in a bad way. My body is ablaze. Ever since Boz said I do, and he kissed me for the first time, he’s been nothing but pure kindling.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” His words rumble against my skin as I can’t stop grinding down on his fingers. His thumb circles my clit. What he’s saying is so very opposite of what he's doing. “This is wrong. Trust me, baby. I did everything I could not to touch you. It was for your own good.”

I should have let him ignore me. Accepted it as the gift it was. Gone about my life in a marriage I was forced into.

But every time he’s touched me, looked at me, and especially protected me…

Well…

The first two might have been for show, but not the last.

I might be a possession in this world, but he makes me feel safe in it. When I’m with him, I know nothing will hurt me.

And it’s time I tell him.

“You’re the only good thing that’s happened to me since I was taken. Everything is wrong, Boz. Everything but you.”

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