Page 112 of Possess Me

“Do you need anything from me?” my lover asked.

Carlos gave me a slight nod. “Nothing at this point. I have my ways of discovering information. You know that.”

Vissarian chuckled. “Yes, I do. You know where to find us.” He gripped my hand, pulling me from the dance floor.

As we left the restaurant, he squeezed my fingers.

“Carlos considers you a close friend and here I thought you were awful.”

He rubbed his thumb across my skin and I realized I was swooning. “I’ve been called worse.” After releasing my fingers,he pressed his hand against my back, stroking casually and I suddenly felt like putty in his hands, malleable in a way I’d never allowed before.

Except with him.

The moon lit up the sky, stars shimmering against the backdrop of the last dim rays of sun. In so many ways he remained a stranger, yet I’d finally realized what he was capable of. Complete destruction.

Only he hadn’t acted on anger, but the need to protect me.

The moment I’d met Vissarian, everything about him painted a vivid picture of dominance and control from his tattoos to the way he carried himself.

Yet he remained an enigma. As light as Carlos had insisted the dinner conversation remain, both men had been on edge, clearly capable of reacting at a moment’s notice. In those moments, all sense of the woman I’d been had disappeared. This was my new reality, a norm that I’d never believed possible.

Even though I’d sensed my parents had been running from something.

Just like I’d done.

Only I’d been lucky to run into the arms of a man who would die to keep me safe.

The moment we were on the front deck of Carlos’ house, he took a deep breath, tugging me close as he’d done before. As he cupped the side of my face, another few seconds of his hot breath tickling my senses, I felt the difference in the man.

What we were about to share was no longer just about the heat of passion, but something much deeper.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t breathe, sweet baby girl. I’m going to ensure you know how fucking beautiful you are.”

The terms of endearment should surprise me, but they didn’t. Maybe because the change I’d felt in both of us was so overwhelming.

Or so incredible.

His eyes were riveted on me. As if the rest of the world had faded into nothing but an annoyance. Dark and stormy, full of the same danger that no longer created fear, but something much more intense.

“Yes.” The single word I managed was either an admittance or a weak moment of begging. I wanted the man to consume every inch. To break and possess, to mold into what we both knew existed.

Something entirely electric.

Once inside, he fumbled to lock the door before cupping my face with both hands, licking across the seam of my mouth. For some reason, I felt the need to try to push away what I knew was inevitable one last time.

Bella was happy to see us, tumbling forward from where she’d been napping on her dog’s bed. Carlos had been kind enough to make her feel right at home, even playing ball while I’d been getting changed.

I quickly let her out to pee, making certain I locked the door behind me when we returned. When I swaggered toward him, the gorgeous Russian shook his head.

“You’re a tease.”

“Not usually. Around you I’m different.”

“I’m glad to hear that I bring out the worst in you.” Vissarian chuckled as he reached down, stroking Bella’s head. “Hiya, pretty girl. I’m going to need to ask you to be patient. Your mommy and I have things to do.”

“Things to do, huh?” I asked in a hushed tone as I leaned over, cuddling Bella’s soft head.

“Yes. Bad things.”