Page 17 of Ours (The Possession Duology #2)

“Well that’s not going to fucking happen,” she hissed aloud.

Surprised by her odd outburst, he eyed her carefully.

She wasn’t speaking to him, no. There was an internal conversation going on.

It made him smile to know that his love was preparing herself.

There was no doubt in his mind that she would be able to overthrow her as soon as he gave her a window of opportunity.

Confident that he wouldn’t truly hurt her, Nikki made the decision to fight him off. Moving her clumsy body into an attack stance, she balled her hand into a tight fist. Using as much force as she could muster, she let out a feral growl and launched an uppercut towards his chin.

Instinctively taking a step backwards, his muscle memory took hold.

Before she had time to react, he grabbed her thin wrist and wrenched her arm behind her back.

Clicking his tongue in disapproval, he roughly grabbed her free arm and yanked it back.

Holding her wrists with one hand, he used the metal handcuffs to subdue her.

“Should have tried a jab, your uppercuts are too slow,” he chided, pushing her towards the closet. “Now get in the fucking closet!”

Thrashing her pregnant body, she tried in vain to break his grip on her wrists and shoulder. If it weren’t for the parasite kicking her bladder, she would be in the kitchen right now grabbing a much-needed knife. She couldn’t believe how worthless her body was in its current state.

Digging his fingers into her skin, he forced her into the closet.

Giving her a harsh shove, he slammed the door behind him.

Watching her fall hard to her knees, he spit out a sharp expletive.

This wasn’t going how he expected it to.

He couldn’t let his anger get the better of him.

Lexi would ultimately pay the price for whatever physically happened to Nikki, he needed to watch himself.

Wincing from the pain radiating from her knees, she turned her head and gave him a scathing scowl. She hated that he had the upper hand, it made her pulse race with rage. “Well asshole, what now? Huh?” she asked, gulping in air.

Stepping towards her, he circled her once before kneeling his large form before her. He didn’t care for the splotchy flush dancing over her bare breasts, nor the way she sounded as if she was on the verge of hyperventilating. She was working herself up. Most likely on purpose.

Make this quick, Demetri said. Any stress you put her under, the baby will feel too. Just yank the bandaid. Lexi will be ready.

Leaning close, he raised his left hand and gently wrapped his fingers around her throat. Giving a small squeeze, he forced her to meet his simmering gaze. “Let Lexi take over,” he ordered, his voice eerily calm. “Now.”

Laughing in his face, she rolled her eyes like a petulant child. “Fuck off, I’m never letting her back in,” she replied, squeaking slightly as his grip hardened.

Who says I need your permission? Lexi hissed; her voice no longer contained to the dark corner of her mind.

Feeling a tight punch to her gut, Nikki gasped as her breath was knocked from her lungs. Distracted by the physical attack, she didn’t have time to contain Lexi before she felt two more internal blows. One to her right kidney, and one to the back of her head.

“YOU...FUCKING… CUNT!” she screamed.

Keeping a tight grip on her throat, he watched with wide eyes as her body forcibly jerked back and forth. A wicked grin ticked the corners of his lips, a low laugh bubbling from his throat. He knew exactly what was happening, and he couldn’t be prouder of his love.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Keep going!”

Spurred on by his words, Lexi continued her phantom brawl. Attacking various parts of Nikki’s limbs and face, she viciously attacked anywhere she thought wouldn’t harm her baby. Again and again, not giving her alter the opportunity to retaliate.

Livid that Lexi had grown so strong, Nikki growled like a possessed demon. “Dumb... whore!” she spat. “Like...you...could ever beat... ME!”

Ignoring her invisible blows, she exhaled in preparation.

Waiting for a break in Lexi’s onslaught, she remembered what was needed to carry out her plan.

As soon as she felt her alter ease her blows, she gathered all the strength she had left.

Tensing her exhausted muscles, a bright wave of energy crashed through her body, the powerful action causing her body to seize, ending Lexi’s physical assault and throwing her back into her mental cage.

Furrowing his brow in concern, Kade released his hand from her throat. Moving to grip her upper arms, he repeated Lexi’s name until her body stopped trembling. “Lexi! Lexi! Sweetheart...are you ok? Let me know you’re ok!”

Keeping her eyes closed, Nikki moaned dramatically. It was time to have a little more fun. “Kade...is...is that you?” she breathed, mimicking Lexi’s cadence.

Spitting a curse, he pulled her into a grateful embrace. Thank fucking God, he thought . The nightmare named Nikki was over.

“Are you ok, Sweetheart?” he asked.

Humming a reply, she nuzzled the crook of his neck. Feeling his arms relax around her, she placed a line of soft kisses up his throat. His reaction to what he believed was Lexi’s return was sickening sweet. It was a shame that he truly loved her, the bitch didn’t deserve it.

“I knew you would come back to me,” he whispered, his hands running over her back in a soothing motion.

Suppressing a laugh, she continued to kiss his warm skin.

She didn’t have a plan, really. He wouldn’t kill her and for whatever reason, she didn’t want to kill him.

Perhaps they would just torture each other for the rest of their lives.

Just a couple of murderous lunatics, bound together by hate and amazing sex.

“Did you?” she purred, pulling back her lips.

Nodding his head, a surprised yelp left his mouth as he felt her teeth sink into the flesh of his jaw. Working on instinct, he gruffly shoved her backwards. “SON OF A BITCH! What the hell, Lexi?!” he yelled, pressing his fingertips against his bleeding wound.

Falling awkwardly on her still bound arms, she let out a full-bodied laugh. Staying on her back, she watched in complete amusement as he rose from his kneeled position to loom over her. He looked so pissed . It was a small victory, but a victory, nonetheless.

“Oopsie,” she teased.

Scrunching his features in disgust, Kade bared his sharp teeth. Was this really happening? How the fuck was she still in control? He was so certain that Lexi had been able to pull off her coup.

“Fuck you, Nikki. How did you do it?” he asked bitterly.

Rolling her rounded body onto its side, she managed to raise herself into a sitting position. Shrugging her bruised shoulders, she gave him a shit eating grin.

“Lexi is about as weak as your pull-out game,” she replied. “Now uncuff me so I can finish packing.”

Growling in anger, he seethed in burning hatred. He wanted to kill her. He wanted to feel her neck snap in his hands. If it wasn’t for the love he held for Lexi and his son, the bitch wouldn’t be breathing.

Calm down for just a second, Demetri quipped, trying to soothe his alter’s livid state. Look at her, she’s exhausted. She probably couldn’t handle another round.

Perking from Demetri’s words, he slowly raked his brown eyes over her naked form. Covered in sweat and breathing hard, her eyelids drooped from fatigue; chewed up and spit out, her body sagged in exhaustion. She had a snowball’s chance in hell of winning another fight. Lexi still had a chance.

Lexi just needs an incentive , Demetri hinted.

Understanding his alter, he reached into the back pocket of his jeans. Pulling out the syringe, he uncapped the needle. Grabbing her arm with his free hand, he yanked her onto her swollen feet.

“Get up!” he barked.

Wincing from his grasp, her legs wobbled as she found her footing.

Noticing something in his hand, her gaze zeroed in on the syringe.

Starting at it for a long moment, she slowly turned her attention to his injured face.

She didn’t know what he meant to do with it, but if he wanted to intimidate her, he would be sorely disappointed.

“What’s that? Heroin?” she asked with a lift of her brow.

“Yeah. Something like that,” he replied, praying that Lexi was listening in on their conversation.

Straightening her posture, she couldn’t help but smirk. “Perfect. It’s been far too long since I’ve had a good high,” she said.

Pressing his lips into a thin line, he stared into eyes. He had a feeling she would respond favorably to the idea of being drugged and wouldn’t fight to stop him from injecting her. With her defenses down, Lexi should have no problem overtaking her.

“Well, get on with it then,” she said, not paying attention to Lexi as she prepared to attack. “Remove these damn cuffs already so you can shoot me up properly.”

Careful not to tip her off, he nodded his head. Reaching into the front pocket of his pants, he pretended to fish for the keys to bide Lexi some time. Distraction was the name of the game; he needed to keep Nikki’s defenses down.

Pushing out an exasperated sigh, she eyed him as he dug around for the keys to the handcuffs. “What’s taking so long? Are you nervous or something?” she asked. “If this is about Junior, don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll be fi—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Lexi summoned all of her pent-up rage and began her second attack.

With an animalistic scream, she burst through the invisible walls of her mental prison.

Only having a split second to succeed, she threw her consciousness into every cell in her body.

Catching her alter off guard, the forceful action switched their positions, allowing her to fully step back in as the main personality.

YOU STUPID BITCH!! Nikki screamed, rattling around in her newly acquired prison.

With a sharp wail, Lexi shook violently as she took stock of her physical body. She was weak and disoriented, overheated and filled with pain. Wracked with vertigo, her stomach churned, causing bile to rise in her throat.

“Kade...it’s me... it’s me,” she whimpered.

Swearing hotly, he tossed the syringe into the corner of the closet. Lifting his hands, he gently cradled her face. Looking into her wandering eyes, he felt relief wash over him when he noticed that they had returned to green.

“Lexi?!” he said, trying to get her to focus. “Oh, thank God! Are you ok?!”

Slowly meeting his concerned gaze, she swallowed a mouthful of vomit. Opening her mouth to answer, she was silenced by a crushing tightness consuming the muscles of her abdomen. No, she most certainly was not ok.

Noticing a look of true pain painting her features, a shiver of icy panic raced down his spine.

He had never seen her face contort in such a way before, and it frightened him to his core.

What the fuck was going on? Was Nikki trying to take over?

He didn’t know what he would do if Lexi couldn’t stay in control.

“Lexi? Lexi! What’s wrong?” he demanded. “Tell me what’s wrong!”

Unable to form a coherent thought, she whimpered in response. Locking her shaking knees together, she felt the energy drain from her sore muscles. After what seemed like an eternity, the pain lessened just enough for her to verbalize that her worst fear was coming true.

“Our baby...he’s...ahh...something...something’s very wrong!” she managed to stammer before another wave of unexpected pain crashed into her.