Page 64 of Possessive Ink

“Uh-huh,” I say tiredly, not hating the idea of him softly fucking me like this for hours.

It takes me a moment to process what’s happening when the loft door opens, and Felix marches inside. Our gazes lock for a second when he spots me naked and bent over the couch with his brother’s dick in me. But instead of reacting, he keeps walking, going into his bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Tensing, I try to push Atticus away, but he releases his hold on my ass to keep me pinned in place.

“Atticus.”

“Sir,” he corrects.

“Your brother,” I growl.

“My dick is inside of you, Princess. Your thoughts should be on me, not my brother.”

“He just walked in while your dick is inside of me,” I snap.

“I don’t plan to stop worshipping or fucking you just because my brother might walk in,” he says, keeping one heavy palm pinned at the base of my spine while he uses his other hand to spread my ass so he has a better view of his cock sinking into me again. “You’re my princess, the only thing in the world that I won’t share with him. He’ll never want you, never look at you, never covet you, because he knows you belong to me. You’re my reward, so it doesn’t matter if you spend all your time on display, naked with my cock in one of your holes. He won’t look because you’re the only thing of mine that he can’t have, and he understands and respects that.”

The moment he finishes speaking, Felix’s bedroom door opens, and he walks back into the living room again.

“Hey, bro,” Atticus calls.

“Yes?” Felix asks, his attention on his brother, his eyes not even glancing down to me.

“What do you fancy for dinner?” Atticus asks, lifting his palm off my back and using both of his hands to part my ass cheeks wide, exaggerating his movements as he pulls almost all the way out, then pushes back inside of me again.

“It’s Friday,” Felix says, completely unperturbed by the fact he’s having a conversation with his twin while he’s fucking me.

“Lasagna, of course,” Atticus says, and I can hear the smile in his words.

“I have to work,” Felix says, and then he leaves without looking back, without mentioning our nakedness, what we’re doing, or the fact that Atticus never stopped fucking me, his dick continuing to pump in and out of me the entire time.

“You’re mine, Princess,” Atticus growls, his thrusts getting faster and harder until his hands are the only things stopping me from falling headfirst onto the couch. When I come, it’s a pained explosion of heat that detonates in my core—a mix of want and need and embarrassed mortification, all wrapped up in a sexy thrill at having been put so on display.

ELEVEN

ATTICUS

She’s exhausted by the time I slip my spent dick out of her cunt, watching as a slow trickle of my cum seeps from her slit, like my cock was the only thing keeping it inside of her. I’ve known guys who are obsessed with creampies, and as I watch her sexy cunt all creamy with my cum, I can understand the appeal.

But the more time I spend with Lemon, the more I’m learning that my newest kink isn’t a thing, it’s a person. My new kink is Lemon. Fucking Lemon, toying with Lemon, watching Lemon fall apart on my fingers, tongue, toy, or cock. The thing I find the biggest turn-on is simply…her.

Hell, I think I might get to a point where just being in the same room as her makes me so hard I could come in my pants without her ever coming within ten feet of me.

For years, I’ve been told by loved-up friends and clients that I’ll know when I find my person, and I do. Lemon is it. She’s mine, and the more time I spend with her, the more sure I am that she’s everything I’ll ever want and need.

Lifting her into my arms, I turn her, then sit down on the couch, curling her warm, pliant body into mine. Instead of pulling away, she makes a soft purring sound and snuggles into my side, her wet cunt rubbing over my thigh as she squirms to get comfortable in my lap.

A pang of regret hits me at the knowledge that I’ll have to move her and let her get dressed soon. Because despite my reassurances that Felix won’t look at her even if she’s naked all the time, I don’t plan to put that to the test. I’ll admit that having my twin walk in on us while I was fucking her over our couch was a turn-on, but I won’t ever share her with anyone, not even him, so it’s not fair to have her prancing around the loft without any clothes on too often.

Exhaling happily, I press my lips to the top of her head, inhaling her soft, feminine, flowery scent. I’ve never felt this way with a woman before, but Lemon seems to be the one changing everything, and I’m here for it. My dick stirs, but I ignore it. The sex between us is explosive, but I don’t want this to just be physical, and the only way I can learn everything I need to know is to put the effort into becoming a part of every aspect of her life.

“Tell me how you spend your free time?” I ask softly, smoothing my palm over her tangled hair.

“I don’t really have a lot of free time,” she says, and it feels like she’s trying to avoid answering my question.

“You haven’t been working seven days a week, so what do you do on your days off?” I ask, rephrasing my question.

“Erm,” she stalls.