Sugar • Hiram Lodge

Possessive Much?

THAT.

 BOY .

IS. 

MINE.

   Okay, so like, love wasn't really her thing.

   But she had to admit she should have told him she loved him a lot sooner, because the way he was treating her suddenly explained a lot of Hermione's insane and possessive attitude. He was perfect. How could that woman possibly have thought she could have traded up? Life with him was a literal fairytale experience, like a cute filler episode that serves as nothing but fan service. 

   Looking out the window of the yacht, Mira watched the waves crash against the side of the boat as they headed further down the coast of Italy. What was supposed to be a one-night experience had turned into nearly five days out at sea, in the privacy of the Mediterranean on some massive yacht he just so happened to own (not me googling what ocean borders Italy). His net worth was beyond her, but considering that hers was somewhere in the negatives, she chose not to question it. And although she might have felt bad about keeping him away from reality for this long, he didn't seem to want to leave either. 

   He also didn't seem to want to get out of bed when he'd promised her they'd go swimming. 

   "Get up," she told him, taking his hand and attempting to pull him out from the covers. Her attempt to move his muscular frame even a centimeter was met with failure, of course... considering she had no muscle and he weighed as much as a boulder. "I want to go swimming."

   "We have all day to go swimming," he groaned from beneath a pillow that he was strategically using to block the light from his eyes. 

   "Well, you're not getting any younger and I want to go before you pop your hip or something."

   He let out a dry laugh. "Mira, you're the one with back problems."

   "That's irrelevant," she said, but it was true - she was aging worse than him. "Now get up, I'm already ready." She watched him remove the pillow from his face and take her in. She stood in her red bikini and about half a bottle's worth of sunscreen that she thanked the universe for being invisible, lest she look like Caspar. 

   "Alright," he said, grabbing his phone from the bedside table, "but look at this." As she leaned down to see what he was talking about, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into bed with him. For fuck's sake she should have seen that coming. 

   "Hiram," she whined, fighting her way out of bed, but he already had his body over hers and there was no escaping him now. Taking her wrists, he pinned them against the bed and brought his lips to her neck where he slowly kissed her skin. Her body reacted with pleasure, but she turned her head to his side, taking away the space from his lips. So, he kissed the other side of her neck, her body responding with more pleasure. She turned her head to his side once more, but instead of going back to kissing the other side of her neck, he let go of one of her wrists and grabbed her face in his hand, holding it straight to look at him. He seemed amused, of course, and she shot him a pseudo-smile.