Page 27 of Possessive Ink

Laughter vibrates through my pillow, and I freeze. Pillows should not move. They also aren’t normally this warm or smooth or…oh god. Snapping my eyes open, I bolt upright, feeling my eyes go wide as I scan my surroundings.

“Settle, Princess. You fell asleep, but it’s not too late. I just didn’t want you to nap for so long you were up all night,” a male voice says.

“Atticus,” I blurt, turning to the beautiful, tattooed, and very naked man sprawled beside me in the middle of his massive bed.

“Settle,” he says again, only this time his voice is lower, rougher, and more demanding.

My heart starts to beat wildly as the fuzziness of sleep melts away and memories of everything we did before I passed out fill my head. We had sex. Good sex. No, great sex. Great…unprotected sex.

“We weren’t careful. But you’re clean?” I shriek, feeling the sticky wetness between my very naked thighs.

“Of course. I’ve never had sex without a condom before,” Atticus says calmly, like it’s totally normal for him to have sex with someone he just met. And maybe it is, because I don’t know anything about him.

Although that’s not strictly true. I know his sister. I met his brother and his brother’s PA. I know he likes to be called Sir.

Heat fills my cheeks as I say the word over and over in my head. “Sir. Sir. Sir.”

“What are you thinking about, Princess?” Atticus asks, his eyes hooding until they’re sexily staring at me like I just offered to do something really dirty to him.

“You like to be called Sir,” I say, wishing I had a filter and could keep some of the things I think inside of my head.

“Yes,” he replies simply.

My lips snap shut because I didn’t expect him to be so…blatant about it. I thought maybe he’d deny it, or be embarrassed, or insist it was a sex thing. But his expression hasn’t altered, his breathing is calm and relaxed, and⁠—

“I’m your Sir. Or Master if you’d prefer, although I like Sir better.”

“Master,” I choke out, then immediately shake my head.

“Sir,” he agrees, like it’s a done deal.

“Sir,” I say, testing the sound of it.

“Yes, Princess,” he replies like I asked a question.

“I don’t understand,” I tell him slowly.

“What don’t you understand? I like things a certain way, and one of those things is that I like to be called Sir and that I want you to do what I tell you.”

“I need to go,” I say quickly, sitting up and scanning the floor around the bed, looking for my clothes.

“Why?”

“Why?” I question.

“Yes, Princess. Why do you need to go?”

“Because I called you Sir, and we had sex, and I quit my job and…” My words trail off when he cups my cheek and drags me into his lap, his hard dick poking me as he settles me on top of him.

“Settle, Princess. Let me explain how this is going to work.”

“What?” I gasp. “Stop telling me to settle.”

Smiling, like I’m amusing him, he pinches my chin between his finger and thumb, dragging my lower lip down as he runs the pad over it. “I’ve been searching for you for a long time. I didn’t know it was you I was looking for, but I was still searching, and now I’ve found you, and you’re even more perfect than I expected.”

“You sound insane,” I whisper.

“Possibly. But you feel it too. That’s why you trusted me with your body. It’s why you knelt for me and called me Sir while you looked up at me with those guileless eyes of yours. I’m a possessive man, Lemon, and I see the value in things. You’re priceless, and you’re mine. I know I’m moving quick, but the best things happen when you least expect them, and I had no idea that when I woke up this morning, I’d end up meeting the woman of my dreams.”