Page 40 of Possessive Ink

Maybe one day I’ll ask her to wear her shortest dress, then I’ll parade her all over town. When we get home, I’ll put her over my knee and give her one spank for every time I saw her butt. She’d be red and sore by the time I was done, but I’d make sure she loved every moment.

My mind wanders as she brushes out her hair, then carefully blow-dries it into soft, bouncy strands that I want to pull at while I see how wet a little pain can get her.

There’s no way dinner is going to be ready by the time my sister gets here, but I couldn’t care less as I watch my princess rub shiny gloss into her lips and slip her sexy toes into pretty pink shoes with hearts on the fronts.

“Are you ready?” I ask when she spins around to face me.

She nods.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” she says sweetly, taking my hand when I offer it.

Lifting her onto one of the bar stools positioned at the kitchen counter, I set to work making dinner. I’m glad that I’ve been making chili and cornbread once a week for so long that I could do it in my sleep, because as I cook, my attention is more focused on her than what I’m doing.

“Felix doesn’t like it too spicy, but I can add more heat once I’ve taken some out for him,” I tell her.

“I don’t like too much spice either. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“You could grab a bottle of red wine if you wanted,” I suggest, pointing toward the wine rack.

“Which one?” she asks, slipping down off the stool.

“There’s a nice Merlot on the bottom of the rack,” I tell her, following her with my eyes as she makes her way to the wine rack on the far wall and bends over, giving me the perfect view of her bare pussy and ass.

She bends almost all the way over before she realizes she’s putting on a show for me. “Oh god,” she gasps, throwing her hands back to cover herself.

“And this is why you’ll never wear panties again.” I smirk.

“What if your brother had been here?” she snaps.

“I already told you, he won’t look because he knows you’re mine. You could be naked the entire time you’re in the apartment and his gaze wouldn’t drop lower than your neck.”

Scowling, she grabs the bottle of wine and quickly stands, holding her skirt down as she rises. “Where are my panties, Atticus? I cannot have dinner with your family worried that I’m going to end up exposing myself.”

“It’ll be fine,” I assure her, stirring the pot of chili before I open the oven and slide the pan of cornbread inside.

Lemon’s lips part, intending to argue, but before she has a chance, the door to the loft opens, and Tori steps inside, carrying a huge cake box in her arms.

“Oh my god, this place is insane,” she gushes, marching to the counter and putting down the box before she slowly spins in a circle examining our new apartment. “Big bro, this is gorgeous. I have a house, an apartment, and a shop, and none of them look anywhere near as good as this place does.”

“Let me pay for my designer to come and sort them for you, and they will,” I offer, making my way to Lemon and pulling her beneath my arm.

“I don’t need you to pay for an interior designer for me. We haven’t really done much to the house on Jumper’s Row because we’re working on the plans for the new house,” Tori says, finally turning toward me and spotting Lemon.

“Oh my goodness, Lemon, I’m so sorry. It’s so good to see you,” Tori gushes before she glances at me, arching her eyebrows in a way that lets me know that she’s going to need more details the moment we’re alone.

“Hi, Tori,” Lemon says awkwardly.

“Wine?” I ask, steering Lemon back to the counter and lifting her onto the stool again. I stand in front of her while she smooths her dress down and covers herself, then press a soft kiss to her temple while I open the wine.

“Why not? I guess I can stay at the apartment tonight,” she says with a shrug.

“Is that going to make Nero mad?” I ask, a hint of a grin curving my lips. I don’t actually dislike my sister’s boyfriend. He seems like a pretty good guy, and he loves my baby sister. He’s the first guy Tori has gotten involved with who is actually a match for her sass, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t enjoy torturing him a little.

He’s asked my brothers and me for our blessing to marry Tori, but we’re holding off on giving it and instead enjoying watching him squirm a bit. He’s a lot like me, so I know that for a man who enjoys control, it must be driving him crazy having to wait until we’re ready to give our approval.

“He won’t love it, but he’s at work, so I don’t think it really matters where I’m sleeping.”