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“Just my blood?”

Fuck.

Chapter Sixty-three

Ghost

Her eyes almost pop out of her head at the question as maliciousness slithers through me.

“Y-yes…” she stutters before a mask of fake composure slips over her angelic face. “Well, this one dickhead poured fake blood over a bunch of us who were standing in line.”

“Really?” Does she take me for a fool? I can see the lie as clear as if it was painted across her pale skin.

“Yep!” She pops the ‘p’ sound the way she always does to punctuate her counterfeit honesty. I’d probably believe her if I didn’t know her inside and out.

“Hmmm…that’s…interesting.” I drag it out, working her fear higher and higher. Watching her fight to control her breathing as her eyes dilate, adrenaline slowly leaking out into her gorgeous body.

“Why is that interesting?” she snaps. I’m overjoyed I decided to leave the mask on, it’s hiding the smile cracking across my face.

“Because there were no bitching, blood-covered attendeesat the bathroom line when I went to look for you. Not even so much as a puddle of the stuff on the ground.”

“Well maybe you went to the wrong cluster of bathrooms.” She’s getting annoyed with me, and it turns my dick to granite. Mal’s cornered like a wild animal, and soon she’s going to lash out at me. I can’t wait to fuck her slick mouth after she detonates.

“I checked both.”

“What’s your fucking problem?” she sasses, switching tactics.

“Excuse me?”Let’s fucking go, baby.

“Why are you grilling me like this? All I did was leave to pee, and wash off the nasty smelling fake blood. I was going to come back.”

“When?”

“What?”

“When were you going to come back?” I let the question hang in the air between us, and right when she’s about to answer, I cut her off. “When the party was almost over, and everyone was too fucked up to notice anything? So you could slip in unnoticed, and clean up your mess? That’s what I would do if I offed someone at a party with over a hundred people.”

“I didn’t…”

“Don’t insult me with another lie, little siren. You’re already thoroughly fucked enough.”

“Lennox…” she whimpers.

“Not this fucking time,” I growl, storming across the small space to her. I rip the towel violently from her body, exposing her ethereal form to the demon salivating withinme. The gauze wrapped around her thigh draws my attention, but as she gasps when my tattooed hand coils around her throat, it’s forgotten for now.

“Ghost,” she whines, rolling her hips, and winding herself against my erection.

“That’s fucking right. I’m your Ghost. Always there, watching you.Haunting you.I see everything, there’s nothing you can hide from me. Any secrets you think you have, are only secrets because I allow you to think you have them.”

“What about your secrets?” she snarls. Mallory attempts to rip the mask roughly from my face but I grab her by the wrists, pinning them above her head with one of my hands.

“I’m an open book, gorgeous.” Leaning in, I nuzzle into the nape of her neck. Her sweet scent drifts beneath the mask, and I inhale it like a junkie needing a fix.

“Is that so?” She tries pulling her hands free, but doesn’t gain even a centimetre of wiggle room.

“Mhmm,” I hum, watching like an entranced sailor as goosebumps erupt across her silky skin. My body leans into hers, holding her hostage against the wall as I unzip my pants and free my cock. I push in between her soft thighs, her wetness glazing me like a donut. Slowly, I move between her folds, brushing the stiff head of my pierced dick over her clit before sinking back into the slickness.

“Stop it, I’m trying to focus,” she practically moans.