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She wants me—well, the Ghost, me—but it’s a step in the right direction. She just doesn’t want to admit it to herself. Whatever it is that’s holding her back, I’ll figure it out and obliterate it. I want her full submission—not to the sadistic extreme like my friend downstairs with his stolen bride—but I want her to be completely and utterlymine,because she chooses it.

“I won’t bite—unless you ask nicely,” I taunt her. “Get all the way in the bed, baby girl.”

She scoots closer into the middle of the bed, and I grab her waist, pulling her into me. The little gasp she lets out goes straight to my cock that’s already pushing against my boxers. She stiffens, doesn’t move, or even breathe as I settle her against me and get comfortable.

“That’s better,” I say into her hair before I run my hand over it and tuck her long strands above our heads. I bury my face into her neck, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin.

“What are you doing?” Her question is breathless as she starts shifting her feet in the bed.

“Going to sleep.” I snuggle deeper into the bed, into her. I could stay like this with her every day for the rest of my life.

She’s quiet, but she doesn’t settle; she keeps moving, alternating between bouncing her feet and rubbing her legs together restlessly. All she’s doing is rubbing herself against me. “What’s the matter now?”

“I can’t sleep.”

“Sure, you can. Just close your eyes and shut off your brain.”

“I can’t!” She snaps back at me, huffing like I just told her to solve all the world's problems.

I know what she wants—what she needs. She knows it too, but she’s too proud to ask for it.

“If you need something, baby girl, all you have to do is ask.” I say into her ear before I pull my mask up over my mouth andslide my lips down the delicate skin on her neck, nipping and softly kissing. I slide my hand under her tank top and feel the warmth of her skin, making motions across her stomach and hips, keeping my hand away from where she wants it, waiting for her to make a decision.

“Don’t make me beg, Ghost. Just take it… please.”

CHAPTER 28

Rue

My entire body feels electrified. I know I’ve officially fallen all the way off my fucking rocker, but at the moment, I need his hands on me more than I need to breathe. I can regret this tomorrow, when the sun rises on a new day and shines its light on all of my bad decisions. But somehow, this doesn’t seem like a bad decision. In reality, we might not live through tomorrow, and I think whatever high power is out there laughing at the world right now would want me to at least go out with an orgasm—or three. And I might not know much, but I know this man’s hands feel like liquid lightning, and I need them on my body right now.

“Don’t make me beg, Ghost. Just take it… please.”

The second the words leave my lips, he growls in my ear and slides his hands up, kneading and caressing as he goes, lifting my shirt and slipping it over my head. He throws it somewhere as he sinks his teeth into my neck before he shifts behind me, pulling me onto my back and sliding down my body.

His mouth sucks and nips on the way down before he leans up, tugging my leggings down my legs and tossing them into the dark room too. He’s not gentle about it either; his movements are impatient and frenzied.That’s what I need.Withoutwarning, he slides his finger up my slit, feeling just what he does to me.

“Look at you, baby girl. You’re dripping for me, and I’ve barely touched you,” he growls, his voice like velvet gravel. I think the man could read me a birth control pamphlet, and I’d still want to fuck his voice and have his babies.

He readjusts his mask and sucks me from his finger. I want to ask him to take the mask off, to let me see if his face is what I’ve imagined in my head. But before I can, he growls again, popping his finger free of his mouth, and drops down, swiping his tongue through my slit and sucking my clit into his mouth. My hips jolt off the bed at the sensation and I can’t contain the sounds that are coming out of me. I’m pretty sure his friend’s walls aren’t soundproof, but I can’t focus on that when Ghost is eating me like a starved man.

I’m no virgin, but I’ve never felt anything like this. His mouth is fucking magical and I grind my hips down, chasing after him as he pulls away.

“Greedy girl.” He slaps my pussy and thrusts two fingers inside me. My hips fly off the bed again, so he puts his other hand on my pubic bone, pinning me down. The pressure just amps up the euphoric sensations, driving me closer and faster to my release.

My screams bounce and echo around the room as he curls his fingers, hitting a spot inside me no one has ever bothered to find. It's too much and not enough. I’m so close, but I need more. I want him inside me, but I need him to take the decision away from me. I can’t beg him like he wants. I’m holding on to that piece of myself like a lifeline, but I’m so close to throwing it down the drain and laying myself more bare to him than I already am. I just… can’t. Not yet. That's all I have left.

“Get out of your head, Rue. Let. Go.” He demands, thrusting harder, more punishing. “I’m taking your pleasure, whether youlike it or not. I want every single drop of it. But it’ll feel so much better if you just give it to me. ”

He strokes his fingers over my G-spot in time with his thrusts, and when his thumb presses on my clit, I lose all control, my soul leaving my body. My orgasm washes over me, and a sudden, intense pressure explodes before I feel myself gushing as my pussy pulses around his thick fingers.

“Oh my… Ghost,” my moan long and breathless, struggling to reign my soul back inside my body.

“That’s my girl,” he growls, continuing to slowly drag his fingers in and out of me, drawing out every ounce of my pleasure, just as he promised. I feel boneless and floaty, teetering on the edge of unconsciousness when he finally pulls his fingers from me and gets out of bed. I can’t open my eyes, but I hear running water in the bathroom before the bed dips, and he runs a soft but cool washcloth over my sensitive flesh.

“Shhhh. I’ve got you,” he says when a whimper escapes me at the tenderness there. He tosses the rag somewhere and pulls me into his arms, settling against me. I still feel him as hard as a stone behind me.

“What about you?” I ask, my voice cracking with hoarseness from the ungodly sounds he drew out of me moments earlier.

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