Page 139 of Possession

I chuckle. “I always listen.”

Megan hums. “And I like it when you let me win.”

I pull back, grinning. “You didn’t win, though.”

Her eyes flash, challenging. “Didn’t I?”

And just like that, I scoop her up off the chair, making her yelp in surprise before she laughs, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I carry her toward the bedroom, her laughter dissolving into something softer, heavier.

Something charged.

I set her down, pinning her beneath me, pressing my weight against her dampened core as her flowy blue skirt pools around her waist.

“You like winning, huh?” I murmur, tracing the neckline of her tank top with my fingers.

She gasps slightly, arching into my touch.

“I love winning.”

I smirk. “Then let me make you feel like a fucking champion, baby.”

Megan doesn’t argue when I take one of her nipples into my mouth.

Not this time.

The only sounds from her now are gasps of pure pleasure until she bends one of her legs underneath me, pushing a knee into my chest.

“Wait,” she says in a breathy voice.

“What is it?” I ask as I press my lips to the skin of her thigh.

“Do you accept my terms?”

“I should bring you to all my meetings,” I smirk proudly.

“Do. You. Accept. My. Terms?”

Pussy is a wild motivator, and I can see I’m not going to get any until I agree to these insane terms of hers.

“You’re entirely too soft for this life you’re about to marry into.”

“Yeah,” she grins. “But it’s too late to turn back now.”

Her leg relaxes.

Then, she spreads open for me.

And the only answer I could ever give flies out of my mouth.

“Terms accepted, baby.”

Chapter 46

My Cross To Bear

HUNTER

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