Once You're Mine (Possessing Her)

by Morgan Bridges

Justice is a mistress that calls my name and pulls me into her embrace to fuck me.

All of them broken.

Except for one.

Although I still can’t understand why people mourn evil.

There’s poetry, a sharp irony in taking the life of the man who’s responsible for the vitality flowing through her veins.

Emotionally, they are more intelligent, more in tune with the feelings that tend to dominate their lives.

It goes against my rules to get near my victim’s loved ones,

I don’t believe her to be sincere.

I don’t possess empathy, but if I did, I’d be gutted at hearing such a forlorn sound.

My satisfaction has been thwarted. And replaced with an uncomfortable sensation that I refuse to name. Something I shouldn’t be capable of.

‘Do you want me to come over and eat your pussy till you come on my face?’”

You can’t be a senator’s daughter and not be aware of how you’re being viewed by the public. At all times.

it’s as though Calista Green has ceased to exist.

For this reason, I had a hand in getting her a job at the Sugar Cube. It’s within walking distance of her apartment, which is convenient for her.

What are you searching for, Miss Green? Is it your father’s killer? Are you looking for me?

“Bennett,” he says, the syllables clipped.

from my first encounter with him in the courtroom several months ago and every time there-after.

“Apologize.” The deep voice next to me is calm, yet dark and foreboding, like that of an executioner. “Now.”

Somewhere, in the deep recesses of my brain, is the thought that I loathe this man. But it’s been overridden by the woman in me.

But I never would’ve guessed that Mr. Bennett, the prosecuting attorney who tried to imprison my father, would be the same man who also possessed a degree of chivalry. Or that he’d execute it on my behalf.

“My father never killed his secretary and was found innocent of all charges,” I say, my words rushing from me, tripping over each other in my haste to convince Harper. “I swear on everything, he was a good man.”

“I swear you spend more time having sex than studying art.”

The only part of my former life that I miss was having a family.

Family isn’t defined by a number of people or the social construct. It’s defined by the number of heartbeats, shared laughs, and a love that goes beyond borders or restrictions.

“No, she will not have a job here. No, you will not hire her. If you do, then I will burn this motherfucker to the ground. With you inside.” I lean over the bar, letting him register my intent. “Do you understand?”

Even so, I don’t have any regrets. Everything I said about her father was true. And led to his demise.

Kristen Hall, his secretary.

Senator Green killed her. The evidence was there, a low-hanging fruit, ripe and ready to be picked. The woman was found dead in the senator’s house, on his bed, and pregnant with his child for fuck’s sake.

“He was with Calista like she said. Her testimony was truthful. She was baking in the kitchen at the shelter where she volunteers every week. For some reason, she felt sick and passed out. When she came to, she called her father for help. That’s where he was at the time of Kristen’s murder.” Davis releases a sob. “That’s all I know.”

Splotches of blue and purple are spread across her delicate skin, nature’s temporary tattoos.

Miss Green is definitely keeping secrets.

If her alibi was real, then I killed an innocent man. “Fucking damn it!”

How can I avenge Miss Green if I’m the cause of her heartache?

bet you’d need both hands to fist him and that he fucks like an MMA fighter on crack: hard, fast, and so, so good.”

“You don’t understand how much I need this job.”

“You need me. Not this fucking job or anything else,” he says. “Now, get in the car before I carry you.”

“Don’t try to run,” he says, staring into my eyes. “I can see you want to, but don’t.” “Why?” “I will always chase you.”

“Stop looking at me like that.” I flick my gaze to his. “What?” “Stop looking at me like you want my hands on your body.” He inhales as if to keep a hold on himself, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. “If I touch you, I won’t ever stop.”

Not only did he text the assistant manager about Calista, but Jim told the guy he was planning on fucking her.

“The woman is someone who changed my life.” “For good or bad?” “Both,” he says.

“Do you hear me, Callie? I’ll never leave you. Not in this life or whatever comes after. You are mine. And I will burn this world to fucking ashes before I let anything take you from me. Or me from you.”

cross my heart and hope to get laid.”