Page 109 of Soulless Deeds

As the elevator opened, a long-haired brunette with high cheekbones strutted towards me, her expression blank and unreadable. When she came into range, I immediately palmed her cheeks and pressed my lips to hers.

I devoured her mouth, my hands exploring, scoring her flesh, sealing her to me like a second skin.

“Ghost,” I reverently muttered, voice all croaky and so damn full of love.

Her lips pursed. “How’d you know it was me?”

“Your soul. I can see it in your eyes when you look at me. No matter what face you wear, I’ll recognise you, cause you’re mine.” Pulling back, I traced her cheeks, thumbs scraping across her jawline. “It’s a beautiful façade, sweetheart, but it isn’t mine. Now, give me your face because I’ll never settle for anything less again.”

Spencer faux-huffed, a pleased smile peeking through. I watched in awe as she dropped her disguise, showing me the extent of her injuries.

I pushed into her, cataloguing each bruise, cut and graze with a kiss. “There’s my girl.”

With a bright giddiness, Spencer intertwined our fingers and led me to the torture chamber at the end of the hallway.

Pushing through the door hand in hand, pure delight lit my face up as Spencer yelled, “Surprise!”

Before us, chained to a chair, was a dishevelled Camilla. Her eyes bounced between us, their depths shining with brazen fear and disbelief.

Lapping up Camilla’s desolation like a drug, I turned to Spencer and sucked behind her ear, which she rewarded with a full-body shudder. “Best surprise ever.”

My dick lurched to full throttle as Spencer abruptly bit into the scar scored at the junction of my neck, her teeth aligning perfectly over the white marks of her ownership.

Pulling back, I pressed my forehead to hers, hazel eyes clashing with forest green, an infinite passion igniting in the space between.

“I love you, Ghost.”

“As I love you.” She exhaled. Then, her voice turned serious. “Don’t ever leave me again, Echo. Not even for death.”

“No one.”

XLIII

Echo

Islowed my thrusts, letting Spencer's walls strangle my cock as if she wanted to keep me there, connected forever.

“I hate feeling empty,” she whined. “I can’t take it, Echo. I need you inside mealways.Fucking desperate for you to fill me up and never leave.”

Spencer was virtually incoherent, and I wasn’t far behind. Her ass sat on the edge of the weapons table, thighs wrapped around my waist as I plunged between her legs, entirely possessed. Her nails dug deep into my neck as my fingers anchored her hips, guiding my length into her sweet, sweet cunt, continually searching for absolution.

Since I had awoken, we hadn’t been able to keep our hands off each other. When we weren’t torturing our prisoner, I was sheathed inside her. Stuck in a mania of need, bordering psychotic in our obsession.Utterly insatiable.

I had nearly lost her, my mind and body demanding constant reassurance that my ghost was there and well. The only time I felt whole was when she accepted me within her and I gave up myself in return.

Our tongues aggressively danced and breaths mingled as I pushed against her inner walls, burying my cock all the way to the hilt.

I moaned, near the goddamn edge of oblivion. “All I can think about… All Idreamabout is feeding you my cum, Ghost. It drives me fucking crazy, knowing how this greedy cunt accepts me so well. God,so well,sweetheart.”

Her pussy fluttered around me. She was close—so damn close. My lips tracked along her jawline until I reached the back of her ear. I bit over that sensitive spot, leaving a purple bruise.

Spencer cursed, eyes shut tight, hips bucking against me, lost in abandon. “Fuck,give me your cum, Echo. I want you dripping down my thighs. I want my pussy bruised and aching. Every time I move, I want to be reminded of this moment—of you owning me and me owning you.”

Pleasure ricocheted down my spine, igniting a line of flames to my centre as she encased me in wet, blazing heat. “Fuck this dirty mouth,” I snarled. “Fuck this tight perfect pussy. I’m a fucking glutton for you, Spence.”

Our bodies trembled against one another, sensitivity spiking higher with each subtle touch. I shifted and slammed hard, the renewed force causing the table to shake, raining weapons down to the floor.

“Open your eyes for me, Ghost.” She followed through with my command, and as her gaze reached mine, an internal link clicked into place like it always did.

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