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Luka

I cradled my sweet Savannah against my chest, her body limp in my arms.

“You think she’ll be able to walk on Saturday?” Ian asked, arching a brow. He was fully dressed and showered, his hands in the pockets of his slacks.

“Yeah, she’ll recover a little by then,” Declan replied, eyeing the sleeping beauty in my arms as he walked out of the bathroom with a towel against his damp head. “But she’ll be feeling us every step of the way down that aisle.”

I smiled. “She’ll manage.” Although, there would definitely be some lasting bruises under her white gown. “I’ll bring her by in the morning for a proper introduction. You are my groomsmen, after all.” She knew Declan and Ian by their last names because that was how I mentioned them in casual conversation. First names were reserved for bedroom play.

Declan tossed his towel into a bin near the corner, then gave me a nod. “Thanks for the memorable bachelor party.”

I chuckled. “Beats a strip club.”

“It abso-fucking-lutely does,” Ian agreed. “We’ll see you in the morning.”

I left them to it, trusting them to find their own guest rooms within the manor. It wasn’t like they hadn’t stayed here before; it was just their first time meeting Savannah.

Man, I really needed to make a better effort to see them more often.

Now that Savannah had met them, I suspected she’d feel the same.

I carried her upstairs into our bedroom suite, then laid her on the couch while I went to fix her a warm bath. She’d stir soon, and I wanted to ensure she was comfortable when she did.

The bath filled quickly, the water the right level of warmth. I added some peppermint salts to the steaming liquid, then kicked off my pants and returned to the sitting area of our suite to retrieve my bride-to-be.

Her head rested against my shoulder, her dark hair falling in alluring ringlets across my skin. “You’re stunning,” I told her softly. “I’m so thankful you chose me, Savannah. Every damn day.”

She made a noise, as if to remind me that I technically picked her. But it really was a mutual claim.

From the moment I walked into her father’s office and found her sitting in his chair, I’d wanted her.

Finding out that she was actually the acting CEO had only made me that much more attracted to her.

We’d fought over the acquisition, but in the end, I’d won. Not just because my money allowed her family’s company the fresh start they needed, but because I’d brought her to her literal knees.

She’d been mine ever since.

And Saturday, it would be official to everyone we knew.

A beautiful white wedding, all meant as a societal facade to finalize what she and I already knew—we were meant for each other.

Her inner deviant craved my dominance.

Just as my inner alpha required her submission.

A match made in bliss.

We loved to play, but it was these moments we both cherished most. Where I took care of her and she leaned on me for my strength.

I stepped into the bath first, testing the water with my toes. It stung a little, but I knew she liked it hot, so I lowered us both down into the deep tub while keeping her secured against my chest.

She moaned at the impact, her body sore from being so thoroughly used. I’d seen her on the edge of giving up, her fist rising just enough to warn me she’d been pushed to her limits.

We’d eased up on her then. Although, I doubted she’d really noticed. Her mind had fallen so far into the bliss of passion that she wouldn’t have been able to focus much beyond the sensation rioting through her.

But I saw her reaction.

And I’d made sure my friends noticed it, too.

I would never break Savannah, my fragile beauty of perfection. Push her, yes. Harm her, no. She was mine to protect. Always.

My lips brushed her forehead. “Come back to me, baby,” I murmured, wanting to lure her out of her submissive haven. She’d fallen into her blissful cocoon where her mind and body relaxed as one. This was the gift I often gave her—the passionate push into a subspace where no one could touch her.

No one but me.

I picked up a sponge and began to lightly wash the last few hours of sex off her skin. She mumbled an approval but otherwise remained in her dark place.

It might take another hour for her to truly awaken, and I’d be here, ready to hold her, to comfort her, to ensure she was fully recovered from the physical trauma of being taken by three men.

I washed every inch of her, then took her into the shower to continue the protocols of taking care of her. She stood on her own, her only indication of being aware, but she still didn’t speak while I shampooed her hair. She didn’t move while I soaped her off once more. And didn’t acknowledge me as I conditioned her dark strands.

It wasn’t until I had her in a towel and seated beside me on the couch that she finally stirred, her eyes blinking back into awareness as she searched the room in sudden alarm. When she realized where we were, she began to relax again, her hand going to my thigh as if needing to touch some part of me.

I picked up a comb and ran it through her hair, giving her the time she needed to acclimate.

Then I studied her when she eventually turned toward me.

Neither of us said anything.

This was her recovery time. She ran the show now. I merely assisted in her return to reality.

Her eyes dropped to my mouth. “Kiss me.”

I wrapped my palm around the back of her neck and pressed my lips to hers, not needing to be told twice. Her lips parted for me, her tongue tasting mine as if for the first time, and then she climbed into my lap, her legs straddling my thighs.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and devoured me as if I were her lifeline, her only chance to breathe. And I allowed it, knowing she needed this reaffirmation of our bond to help cement her claim over me.

Her teeth dragged over my lip, her kiss intensifying.

Then the tears came, not of pain but of relief, as she shattered against me in a blissful wave of hope and adoration.

I held her through it, kissing her softly, murmuring words of encouragement into her ear, telling her how much I adored her and how thankful I was for her gift of ultimate submission.

“I love you, baby,” I whispered. “I love you so damn much.”

She hugged me tightly. “I love you, too.”

We weren’t in Master/slave mode now.

This was the real us.

The quiet pair that only existed inside these special walls.

Outside, we wore different masks. My proclivities were well known. Everyone who saw us together noted the collar she wore in public, aware that she was mine. But it went so much deeper than that.

Our hearts beat as one.

I worshiped her just as much as she worshiped me.

Which came out now as I helped her come down from the emotional high of what we just shared. I carried her to our bed, laying her down between our sheets, and slid inside her. She was already wet for me, her legs wrapping around my waist in a welcome embrace.

But we didn’t fuck this time.

Instead, I made love to her.

Slow, passionate, thorough love.

This was about rejoining our spirits, celebrating our relationship, and demonstrating our devotion to one another.

Her body came alive beneath mine, her pleasure a ripple of satisfaction that quickly consumed me. It was always like this with her, always passionate, always perfect.

I throbbed inside her, my release hot and wicked and intense, as she milked me with her swollen walls, her body falling apart in a climax that left her in tears.

I kissed her through the pain.

I held her through the night.

And in the morning, I made love to her again.

This time she cried out of gratitude.

“You always know what I need,” she whispered.

“That’s my job,” I told her softly, cupping her cheek. “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t know how to satisfy my wife?”

“Fiancé,” she corrected cheekily.

“Only for two more days.”

“Mmm,” she agreed, arching into me. “I don’t suppose we can spend the next two days in bed?”

“Only if you’re okay with Declan and Ian joining us again,” I replied softly. “They’re currently in the guest suites down the hall.”

She shivered. “They’re still here?” Then her eyes grew, realization hitting her. “Ian and Declan are your friends from college?”

I frowned at her tone. She almost sounded mad. “Yes. I told you they were like me.”

“You did, but you didn’t tell me… that…” She trailed off on a sputter.

My brow furrowed. “Are you displeased with me?”

“Yes!” She shook her head. “No. I mean…” She cleared her throat. “How could you not introduce me to them sooner?”

Ah, I saw the problem now. “You weren’t ready.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You mean you weren’t ready.”

I lifted a shoulder. “Perhaps.” I cocked my head. “Does your reaction mean you want to play with them again?” I couldn’t guarantee that I’d be able to share her with Declan again, but arrangements could be made to enjoy another gathering of sorts.

“I… I would like that.”

My lips twitched. “I think they would, too.” I pressed my lips to hers. “But not this week. I need you to be able to walk on Saturday.”

A tremble went through her. “But again, some day in the future?”

“If it pleases you,” I murmured, “then yes.” I would always do whatever she desired. Just as I knew she’d do the same for me. “But I’m making you my wife first.”

“You already own me.” Her eyes went to the dresser near the bed that held the engagement ring she’d slipped off her finger for last night’s events.

“I know.” I trailed kisses across her jaw to her ear. “Just as you own me.”

Her nails scratched down my back in response, hard enough to draw blood. “Damn right I do.”

I chuckled and shook my head. “And now I’m going to need to punish you.”

“The rules don’t say anything about staking my own claim,” she replied.

“Yes, but who makes the rules, Savannah?” I asked her, arching a brow.

“You do.”

“Which means I can change them whenever I see fit, which I do now.” I gave her a wicked grin. “You were the one who wanted to play in bed for the next two days.”

Her pupils dilated, her hunger evident in her gaze. “I do.”

“Then we’ll play,” I told her, nipping her lower lip. “Who am I?”

“Master Luka.”

“Good girl.” I kissed her sweetly, then pressed my lips to her ear again. “Now get on your hands and knees. I want to see how swollen you are from last night, and we’ll go from there.”

She did as I requested, presenting herself to me in a sultry move that had me hard again in an instant.

Fuck, how I adored this woman.

My Savannah.

My future wife.

My pet.

My possession .

If you enjoyed The Possession, then you’ll likely enjoy The Princess . It’s an erotic short about a royal princess tired of living her mundane life and in need of a sexy escape from her pending engagement.

If you’re looking for something a little longer, with just as much sexiness, consider picking up episode one of The Professor . Maddox Kane is a professor who wants something he shouldn’t have… his student.

Thank you for reading!