Page 48 of Ghost Girl

‘Yesss,’ I hissed, which turned into a moan when he dipped his head to take my nipple between his teeth. I gasped, both from pleasure and pain when he bit down, because he wasn’t being gentle. I didn’t think I could handle gentle from him, but I wasn’t about to let him get away with it. My hands, still tangled in his hair, stroked lower until I reached his back. There, I dug my nails in as deep as they would go and scraped them down until I reached his ass. He yelled out in response and bared his teeth at me before clamping them over my other nipple so hard I feared he might actually bite it off. I yelped, but something about the roughness of the moment made me want more. Ineededmore.

‘Fuck me,’ I demanded, digging my nails into the plentiful flesh of his ass to pull him closer. ‘Now.’

He didn’t wait. He wasn’t gentle. He thrust inside me in one harsh shove, bottoming out immediately. I was slick enough that he slid right in, but my body needed time to adjust to his impressive size and girth that he didn’t give me. He pulled out and slammed back in with even more force, and I was incapable of doing anything but holding on for dear life as he pounded into me.

His shadows lashed out, flicking at me, whipping me, and squeezing me as they, too, joined the battle of primal lust. The pain and the pleasure mingled as we continued tearing at one another, fighting to be the one to cause the most damage while using each other to chase our release. I could feel it climbing, a heat that swelled and swirled in my stomach as I was pushed closer and closer to the edge. Mortimer was grunting and growling above me, meeting my moans and cries with a feralitythat turned me on more than I thought possible. Seeing him unravel before me was a pleasure in and of itself.

‘Yes. Oh, fuck. Right there. Don’t fucking stop,’ I panted out, forcing my eyes to stay open so I could watch him come undone above me despite the curling of my toes. ‘I’m gonna come!’

‘Come,’ he demanded, his voice so low it was more of a vibration than a sound. ‘Come all over my cock, ghost girl. Milk me dry.’

One of his hands grasped my hair and yanked my head back, giving him access to my throat which he covered with his other hand andsqueezed.I didn’t need to breathe, but the implied danger was what finally drove me over the edge. I screamed as I fluttered and clenched around him, sucking him in ever deeper and locking him inside me. The action set of his own climax as he roared above me, his hips pistoning hard and fast as he rode us both through our orgasms with a violence that shouldn’t have done it for me, but it really did.

He didn’t collapse on top of me, instead keeping himself propped up so he could glare down at me with the intense, black pits of his eyes. I didn’t push him off, either, meeting his glare with one of my own. It was another challenge. Who would move first?

It wouldn’t be me.

‘Was that what you wanted from me, then?’ I asked, my voice more dangerous and taunting than it had ever been before. It was such a startling difference that I almost caved and pushed him off, but I refused to bend. It didn’t take long for the pride to sink in. I wasn’t the same soft-spoken girl that I was when I was alive. I was something more, something dangerous. I could feel that knowledge settle as deep inside me as his cock still was, filling me with a confidence I was sure would get me in trouble. But I also knew that backing down wasn’t an option. Not with my shadow man. Not withanyone.

‘For now,’ he said with a cruel twist of his lips. His shadows converged around him and pulled him away, dragging him into the darkness in a way that should have terrified me but excited me instead. I could feel a new sense of purpose bubbling up inside me, filling the space he had just vacated.

I didn’t take his cruelty as an insult. Instead, I weaponised it into motivation. Motivation to become stronger, strong enough to take him on if I needed to. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but it was undoubtedly going to be explosive. I just needed to hold onto my convictions long enough to enact my vengeance before it came to that.

Chapter 21

Chance

There was a knock at the door. Maybe. I couldn’t tell, because it was so quiet, it was like a delicate little mouse knock. I thought I imagined it, but no, there it was again.

‘Hello?’ a female voice called out, which had me immediately tensing with dread. Did she seriously follow me to Rhodes’ house?

‘Hello?’ she called out again, quickly followed by another soft rap of her knuckles against the piece of wood separating us.

She did it again, louder this time, like she was gaining confidence in her mental instability. Fucking socialite. Always thinking about appearances before showing their true colours when they didn’t immediately get their way. She quickly dropped the meek and polite act in favour of knocking loudly and practically screaming through the door.

‘Hello?Chance, I know you’re in there!’

Fuck. If I were on my own in my van, I would have just let her knock and shout until she tuckered herself out and fucked off, but I couldn’t let her wake up Rhodes after his seizure. He needed rest, not drama.

So, I threw my head back and released a groan of pure annoyance, then got up and stomped towards the door. Isnatched it open, barely avoiding her raised fist before it collided with my face instead of the door. I scowled down at her, hoping to exude enough malice to intimidate her into leaving of her own accord. Naturally, she ignored it, smiling up at me through fake eyelashes and way too much makeup in what she must have thought was an innocent, alluring smile. It was anything but. My stomach clenched uncomfortably as I swallowed back bile.

‘Florence. What do you want?’

‘You’ve been avoiding me, Chancie. I came all this way to see you, and you haven’t even said hello. It’s beendays.’

I breathed through my nose, wrinkling it when I caught a whiff of her overly sweet vanilla and floral perfume. She had doused herself in enough of it, I wondered if I lit a match, would she go up in flames? It was a pleasant thought.

‘This isn’t even my house. You shouldn’t have followed me up here. And I’m working. You need to leave.’

Instead of obeying or following any rules of common decency, she attempted to push past me inside the house. I blocked her path with my entire body, refusing to let this woman inside Rhodes’ home, especially when he was sleeping and unwell.

She pouted, the expression wrong as she tried to look sweet and childish. Instead, she looked like her puffed-up lips were about to drop right off her face. ‘Come on, Chancie. Let me in.’

‘No.’

‘But…’

‘I said no. This isn’t my house, and you do not have permission to enter. Go back to the campsite and find someone else to bother.’

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