Page 30 of Possessive Ink

“That’s crazy,” I say again, tilting my head to the side and lifting my hand to touch the necklace. The gold is warm and smooth beneath my finger, and without thinking about it, I tap the golden bow that is nestled at the hollow of my throat. “It is beautiful though,” I say, reaching behind my neck to unclasp it.

“What are you doing?” Atticus asks sharply.

“Taking it off.”

“It doesn’t come off. It’s yours, forever,” he growls.

“I can’t accept this. It’s gold, it must have been expensive, and we just met.”

Covering my hands with his, he drags them away from the necklace, capturing my gaze in the mirror and stilling me. “It’s yours, Lemon.”

“I—” I attempt to speak, but he talks over me.

“It’s yours, Lemon. It doesn’t come off,” he insists, a hint of anger lacing his words.

“I—”

“Say thank you, Sir, and don’t mention taking it off again,” he growls.

“Thank you…Sir,” I whisper, feeling a hint of discomfort for the first time since we met.

“Come on, Princess. Let’s go and get a drink,” he says, letting go of one of my hands and using his hold on the other to tow me out of the closet and toward the door into the rest of the apartment.

“Atticus, we’re naked,” I hiss, planting my feet.

“So.”

“What about your brother?”

“He’s working.”

“Atticus.”

“Settle, Princess. It’s fine,” he says, tugging me a little more forcefully until I’m trailing behind him.

My heart beats wildly in my chest as he tows me out of the bedroom and into the open-plan living space. Thankfully, it’s quiet and empty as he leads me to the refrigerator and opens it. Pulling out two bottles of orange juice, he grabs a bunch of grapes, some pre-cut cubes of cheese, and finally a box of crackers from the cabinet. Then he leads me back to the amazing couch, stopping beside it.

“I’d like you to kneel for me, Princess. The rug is thick, so it shouldn’t hurt your knees, but if it starts to, then tell me.”

“You want me to kneel on the floor…in here?” I question slowly.

“I know this is all new to you, but I’d like you to try,” he says, his tone soft and calm, like he’s asking me to let him pick what TV show we watch, not kneel naked at his feet.

“I…”

Instead of letting me speak, he leans down and kisses me. Pushing his tongue into my mouth, he silences me, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth before he eventually pulls away, leaving me breathless and turned on.

His hooded gaze is pure seduction as he dips his eyes to his rock-hard, weeping cock and then to the floor beneath us. “Will you kneel for me, Princess?” he asks, his voice smooth whiskey.

The words are out before I have time to consider them. “Yes, Sir.”

Holding my hands, he helps me sink to my knees, then takes a seat on the couch in front of me. I’m not sure what I’m expecting, but it’s not for him to pluck a grape from the bunch and hold it at my lips.

Parting my lips, I bite the grape in two, letting the cool juice coat my tongue. Waiting for me to chew and swallow, he feeds me the other half of the grape, then a cube of cheese, then a cracker. Once I’ve finished, he holds the bottle of juice carefully to my lips before he plucks another grape and feeds me, starting the cycle again.

“Thank you, Princess,” he says softly when I shake my head, unable to eat any more.

“You’re welcome, Sir,” I easily respond, resting my cheek on his thigh when his fingers start to run through my hair.