Page 62 of The Ghost of Rage's War

“Yes,” I wailed.

Holy shit, I’d known he was big, but he was huge!

Ghost held still, letting me get accustomed to his size, and then he began moving.

I moved with him, enjoying the friction between us as Ghost gave over to his desire and started pounding into me. Wild cries left my lips as I sucked and bit him, and he returned the favour.

We came together in a clash of kisses and loud groans. His cock pulsed deep in me, and I moved against him, prolonging my own release.

His hands cradled my face, his elbows balancing his weight as he held my eyes before I closed them in bliss.

“Fuck, I love you,” Ghost murmured.

“Love you too,” I replied, and he stiffened in my arms.

“Say that again,” he demanded.

“I love you.” I sighed as he rolled over and gathered me up tight. His cock began hardening inside me as I hooked my leg over him to keep him close. Ghost thrust lightly, and I smiled. This man will be my ruin!

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When we got back home that evening, Chance looked disgusted with us.

“We have dinner!” I cried, waving the string of fish we eventually caught.

“Sound carries over water, you assholes. There’re some things I don’t need to hear!” Chance hissed.

I blushed a deep red as Ghost began to laugh uncontrollably.

Ghost - November 2021

This was becoming tedious. He and Drake were heading for a major fallout. The prick still refused to acknowledge his sister, and Ghost was on the edge of pummelling some sense into him. Drake’s own DNA testing had proved they were half-siblings, but for whatever reason, Drake had issues with acknowledging Carmelle and the girls. This would be another Christmas he would miss with his brothers. All because Drake wanted to be a raging asshole.

Well, so be it.

The old ladies were also getting aggravated. They wanted to meet the woman Ghost had claimed as his own, but Ghost wouldn’t bring her. For one simple reason: Drake couldn’t accept Carmelle, and it was starting to look like he never would. Therefore, Ghost needed a new club or go nomad.

Ghost refused to abandon his family. He loved Carmelle, Shannon, and Sadie, despite their unconventional entry into his life. He’d realised that they even came before his oath to Rage. Rage was not as important as his girls. Drake could fuck himself, the two-faced bastard. He’d adopt kids who had no blood tie to him and ignore those who did. Yeah, Drake was in his bad book.

Ghost stared out at the night sky and watched as snow fell. This was one of his favourite times. Carmelle was reading the kids a bedtime story, and the light from their room cast a hazy, warm glow overthe snow on the ground.

In around ten minutes, Carmelle would come down, make hot chocolates, and snuggle with him.

Life would never get better than this. That was a fuckin’ fact.

Ghost - April 2022.

“Move, now. Fury knows where you are. I’ve just discovered he sent men after Carmelle hours ago,” Volcano hissed.

Ghost rocketed up off the sofa, snapped an affirmative, and bellowed for Carmelle and the kids. Carmelle appeared, looking worried.

“Get the girls in the car,” Ghost yelled. He ran upstairs to his room to grab the two bags of money he had left and his gun. He raced down the stairs again and headed for the car. Simultaneously, two motorbikes appeared. Ghost dropped the bags and drew his weapon. They were not bikes he recognised, and he shot five times. Both bikers went down, and Ghost grabbed the bags and raced for the SUV.

The girls were strapped in, looking scared. Carmelle was in the driving seat as Ghost threw the bags in.

“Head for Rage. I’m going to give you cover. Do not stop for nothing. Hear me, babe, you keep pedal to the metal. Not even if I’m down,” Ghost said quietly.

Shannon let out a sob, and Ghost winked, forcing a smile.

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