Page 32 of Mine To Possess

I remind myself again that nothing has changed, but that’s not strictly true. Lisa died because my business was dangerous. Amelia almost died bringing me a glass of beer. Is it possible that she’s not in any more danger even if she is with me? Is it possible that actually, anything can be dangerous, and when your time is up, your time is up?

I think that has to be some sort of a sign. A sign telling me that resisting Amelia to keep her safe is futile. Maybe she’s actually safer if she’s with me. Yes, I have enemies, but I also pay a lot of people to keep me and those close to me safe. People who would risk their life to save my girl if it came to it.

By the time Amelia emerges from the bathroom, my mind is made up. I can’t allow myself to live half a life because of something that happened in the past.

I want Amelia. And I want her like I’ve never wanted another woman.

She opens the door and steps out of the room followed by a whirl of steam. Her hair is damp but combed out and the mascara streaks are gone from her face. She isn’t wearing a scrap of make-up and honestly, she has never looked more gorgeous. I stand up as she comes out of the bathroom.

She smiles at me shyly.

I close the gap between us, cupping her face with my hands and pressing my lips against hers. She responds to my kiss, kissing me back, and wrapping her arms around me. I push my hands into her damp hair, kissing her like I never want to let her go again. And I don’t want to let her go ever again.

She’s mine now, and nothing and no one can change that.

17

AMELIA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HDEHj2yzew

-come on let’s get physical-

Idon’t understand Viktor one little bit.

First, he kisses me like a starving man on the dance floor, then he tells me we can’t be together, and now he’s kissing me like a starving man again. Any other girl with even an ounce of self-respect would push him away, but not me. I’m too crazy about him to resist in any way at all. My knees have turned to jelly, and I move closer to him and I let myself melt into his body. I wrap my arms around him and cling like a lost and found baby monkey.

I’m conscious I’m wearing nothing, but a robe and my dirty underwear is balled up in its pocket. Viktor is wearing dry shorts, meaning he’s even closer to naked than I am. I feel a swirl of nerves in my stomach. I know this is it. We’re going to have sex right here on Viktor’s bed. Somewhere in my head there is a voice urging caution. Screaming I have to stop this from moving forward this fast, but I can’t. My body is pulling me along in a giant wave of desire and I feel powerless to stop it.

Viktor starts to walk me backwards as he kisses me, moving us towards the bed. My stomach is whirling, excitement swimming through me, and my clit is pulsing with desire. I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone in my whole life.

I know this could be a one-time-only thing. Once the heat is gone Viktor might revert back to his stance of not wanting to be in a relationship with me or anyone. I know I could regret this. But… even if it is just this once, I still don’t want to miss this experience. I might never feel this way with another man ever again. Viktor’s tongue pushes into my mouth and I stop trying to analyze my situation. I don’t want to think anymore. In this moment, I just want to feel.

We reach the bed and Viktor turns around so that my back is to the bed and he’s facing me. He takes his hands from out of my hair and moves his face back from mine slightly. I don’t want the kiss to end. I start to reach for him again, but he shakes his head and pushes me backwards.

I fall onto the mattress behind me.

He looks down at me and I feel my heart racing at the look on his face. He stares at me possessively, like he wants to consume me completely. His desire is clear to see, and not just on his face. His cock is hard and straining against his shorts. I start to reach for him, but he reaches down and pulls the belt of my robe open, and it falls away from me, exposing my breasts and belly.

Viktor pulls it further open. “Jesus!” he whispers, as he hungrily feasts his eyes on my body. “I knew you’d be beautiful. But not this beautiful.”

He runs his hands over my body. “Soft. So fucking soft and pale you are.”

Then he leans forward and takes one pink nipple in his mouth. Gently, gently, almost reverently, he sucks it.

I’m practically crying at the delicious sensations coursing through my body. He lifts his head and I feel his finger swipe through the folds of my pussy.

“You’re dripping wet, little Amelia.” There is a wicked look in his eyes.

It’s true. I’m so turned on my juices squish against his fingers. His beautiful silvery eyes never leave me as he brings his fingers up to his face. First, he smells them deeply then he licks them.

“Sweet, so sweet,” he marvels.

He cups both my breasts with his large hands and runs his tongue luxuriously around my hardened nipples. My hips wriggle shamelessly with anticipation and need as he plants kisses down my stomach. Deliberately he grasps his hands around my knees. Still watching me intently, he roughly pushes my legs wide apart, exposing my throbbing pussy. His eyes leave mine and travel slowly down to witness my arousal. There is a look of greed and satisfaction on his face as he stares at my wide-open pussy.

He drops to his knees and lowers his head. I feel him run his tongue along my inner thigh sending goosebumps flooding up my legs and all over my body. He moves his lips higher up my inner thigh, casting more little feather sensations.

My stomach is afire with excitement and my clit is pulsing, desperate for his touch.