Page 72 of Ghosts Don't Cry
She exhales sharply, fingers flexing against the bricks, then she pushes back against me. Her hips roll, a breathless whimperleaving her lips as she chases my fingers. She’s not just taking what I’m doing, she’sdemandingit. Grinding against my hand like she’ll die without it. The way she used to. And for a moment, I’m back there again, our bodies wrapped around each other on that freezing factory floor, her nails digging into my shoulders, my name breaking on her lips while I bury myself inside her and forget about the world waiting for me outside.
The memory hits like a fist to the gut. My stomach twists, drops, and that nearly fucking undoes me.
I drop my hand to her hip, fingers digging deep enough to bruise so she’ll carry my fingerprints tomorrow.
“That’s it, Phare.” The nickname I gave her falls from my lips while my fingers push inside her, and my thumb flicks over her clit. The sensation of her clenching around my fingers, hot and slick and tight, makes my dick pulse painfully. “You want it? Take what you need.”
“Ronan …” Her voice is breathless and so fucking sweet it fractures what little control I have left.
My dick grinds against the curve of her ass while I fuck her with my fingers, and kiss my way up the length of her throat.
“Look at you. Still so fucking greedy for it. Squeezing me so tight. You missed this, didn’t you?”
She shakes her head in denial. It doesn’t matter. I know she’s lying. The way she’s moving, her legs shaking, her gasps when I twist my fingers just right, angling to hit that spot inside her that makes her whole body jerk. She wants it.Needsit. Just like I do.
I bite down on her shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Back then, I used to worship her skin, afraid to leave traces, not wanting anyone to know she was dirtying herself with me. Now I want everyone to see. I want them all to know who’s marked her.
“Say it.” My thumb taps her clit, light and teasing when she needs pressure. “Say you missed me wrecking you. Say you still need me.”
Her hands scramble for purchase against the wall. “I?—”
“Fuckingsayit.” My hand lifts from her hip and wraps around her throat, reminding her who’s in control, while I bite along her jaw. My control splinters further with every sound she makes, every shudder that runs through her body. The pulse under my fingers beats wild and erratic.
Her breathing stutters.
“I missed it,” she chokes out. “I missedyou.”
Fuck.
The words punch through every defense I have. My ears ring. Everything turns too sharp—her voice, her scent, the feel of her pussy clenching around my fingers. My dick throbs so hard it borders on pain, trapped and aching against my zipper, and my grip on her throat tightens as she gasps.
“Good girl.” I suck another mark onto her skin, fingers moving faster,deeper, inside her. The wet sounds of my fingers working her fill the alley, obscene and perfect.
A moan tears from her throat, her body arching, her breasts almost escaping from the dress. I want to turn her, fasten my lips on her nipples and suck on them until she screams. But I know if I do that, that last thread of my control will snap.
“You still love being my good girl, don’t you? Still love being used by me?”
“Yes.”
I groan, my lips finding the pulse hammering at the base of her throat, and I lick it.
“You love it when I make you mine, don’t you? You love it when I take you apart, piece by fucking piece.”
She whimpers, hips jerking against my hand. “Ronan, please?—”
I laugh, licking up her throat, savoring the taste of her. The salt of her skin, the sweetness I remember.
“There it is,” I croon. “That sweet little beg I missed so much. Say it again.”
Her entire body goes taut. “Please,” she pants.
I curl my fingers inside her, finding that spot that always made her fall apart for me. Her head tips back, eyes half-closed, while her pussy flutters around my fingers. So close, sofuckingclose to coming.
“You want to come? You want to ride my hand until you fall apart?”
“Yes.” The word shatters on her lips. “Yes, Ronan. Please.”
My mouth finds her ear. “Then come for me, Phare. Let me feel it. Let meownit.”
