Page 125 of The Cruelest Chaos
I refuse to look.
I won’t look.
But I can smell her. And my fingers want to be in her.
No. I don’t move.No.
“Maverick,” she moans. “Let me touch you.”
My dick hardens painfully, my stomach clenching. I refuse to open my eyes. This isn’t real. “Stop, Sid.” My voice is hoarse. “Please stop.”
Her nails dig in deeper. She’s panting, rubbing herself against me faster. On the back of my knuckles, I can feel all of her ridges, her wet, slick skin. “I know he loves me, but not like you do. You would let me be free,” she whimpers. “You know me. You love me.” She presses in close, her lips against my throat. “You know what I like, Maverick—”
“Get off of me!” I jerk away from her, but I can’t move the chair. Can’t stand up. Can’t get free. “Get the fuck off of me! You’re not mine. I don’t want you.”
Silence.
I hold my breath, sure I can still feel her. But then I open my eyes, and there’s nothing.
It wasn’t real. She wasn’t real.
This isn’t real.
It’s Noctem, I remind myself.
I’m tripping. This is the lesson. This is my teacher. I’m okay. Sid is okay.
Ella...
My eyes widen as a girl emerges from behind the Sigil. Pale legs beneath a black skirt, a white collared shirt, unbuttoned to just above her breasts.
Long red hair down around her shoulders, green eyes lined with black, her hands behind her back as she peeks up shyly at me through her lashes.
But there’s that devilish smirk on her face reminding me that she’s not shy.
Ella Christian is anything but shy.
She’s angry.
She’s still so angry at me for so many things.
And she knows the worst thing I’ve ever done.
But she isn’t real either.
She takes a step toward me.
“Hello, Mavy.”
I smile at her ghost. “That’s not my name, baby.”
Her freckles seem so real, soher,so perfectly placed that for one moment, my heart aches. Maybe this isn’t her ghost. Maybe she truly forgives me. Maybe this battle is over. Maybe she’s come to free me, and that’s my lesson.
The dark part of my heart whispers something else, too: Maybe she killed Ria. Maybe she took care of that for me, too.
“I know, handsome,” she says, coming closer.
I spread my thighs, cocking my head. “Come sit with me.” This ghost I can enjoy.
