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Story: Grave Possession
I smirk, cheeks heating. “I like what I see.”
Ghost leans down over me, one hand encircling my throat as the other punishingly grips my hip. He pushes into me, fast and hard. Rolling his hips, my eyes fall shut. His fingers tighten around my throat. “Eyes open,” he coos.
“I can’t help it, you feel so good.”
“I know, baby, but you’re going to stop being so stubborn for once in your damn life and listen. Don’t you want to know what I did to the motherfucker outside your window after I dragged him into the darkness?”
“Yes,” I breathe, eyes fluttering open.
The mask brushes the side of my face as he whispers his confession. “I made him dig his own grave, one big enough for him and his friend.”
“Ryan,” I confirm.
“Yes, that piece of shit. He lost his guts because I wrapped them around Edward’s neck and tried to strangle him with his friend’s intestine.”
“Fuck, you’re sick,” I half-joke, half-moan as I soak his cock with a new flood of arousal.
“I’ll be the vilest monster on the planet if it keeps you safe,” he rasps.
Shit. Emotion clogs my throat as I observe us in the glass. The reflection looking back at me flings me into the memory of him cornering me on the ladder. It’s just as hot now as it was back then. My cunt clamps down around him and he whispers, “Yes, Mallory. Give it to me.” The way he can read my body so easily is infuriating most of the time, but at times like this…it’s perfection. It proves his soul is woven into mine in the most primal way possible. His fingers tighten on my neck as he slaps my ass and I explode.
His skilled fingers find my clit, sending my orgasm to another level, as he fucks me as deep as he can. “I chopped off Edward’s hands for touching you. Force fed him his eyeballs for looking at you. Cut his achilles tendons so he couldn’t run away, then burned him alive for threatening you.” My body goes into overdrive listening to him, and instead of taking what he gives me, I slam back on him. Fucking him as ruthlessly as he does me.
“Yes, my lethal little slut. Fuck me so good I fill up that pretty cunt.” I extend my arm back around his neck to pull the mask free, this time he lets me. The sweat smeared paint on his face makes him look even more dangerous, and I tug his lips to mine. We crash together, tongues warring as he holds me against him. The way I wind my hips and suck his tongue have him finding release. Ghost’s arms wrap around my body in a crushing embrace, teeth sinking into my nape as he pumps himself into me.
I watch him in the mirror, witnessing him coming undone because of me. I grind myself against him, asbest I can with the hold he has on me, working him through his climax. His eyes meet mine in the glass, and when he raises his head completely, a thin colouring of my blood coats his lips. His tongue slips out to lick them clean, and my insides clench.
Nox slips out of me, moving to turn on the shower.
“I knew you killed them all,” I say, breaking the silence.
“Mallory, I’ll kill anyone that stands in your way.”
Chapter Sixty-four
Graves
I’ve opened my closet and let all the skeletons out to rattle around, now it’s her turn. She’s going to tell me willingly or I’m ripping off this metaphorical band-aid, whether she’s ready or not. I scrub my face until there’s no remnants left of the oily paint I used to black out my eyes under the mask.
Turning off the water, I step out of the shower, and wrap a towel around my waist. The door is closed, and Mallory’s nowhere to be seen, along with my costume. The blunt-force trauma injury to my abdomen is healing, but still hurts, especially if I twist the wrong way.
I take a minute to gather my wits, formulating a plan on how to get Mal to open up to me without forcing it upon her. “Just tell her,” I say quietly to my reflection. “No plans or manipulations. Just talk to her.”
Something settles inside me. I owe her the time to talk openly and uninterrupted about this because I robbed her of that in the beginning. It’s what held me back from revealing myself. It never felt like the right time, and thenshe was gone. I regretted not telling her every day she was kidnapped, fearing she would never know who I was, or how deeply my feelings for her ran.
I towel dry my hair, then brush it back. It’s too fucking long. Grey keeps bitching about it, and how it’s unprofessional. The next time he brings it up, he’s going to learn the real reason I refuse to cut it. Hopefully, that will shut him up. I wouldn’t even be the least bit surprised if after I tell him, he lets his hair grow a bit longer. Having your woman hold you hostage against her is addicting, the butterflies in your stomach alongside the throbbing of your cock make you feel a new kind of desire.
I move to leave the bathroom, swinging the door open. The air stalls in my lungs as I suck in a gasp at the sight before me. Mallory leans against the opposite wall, dressed head to toe in black, the creepy white doll mask sitting against her forehead the only thing of colour on her. A black hoodie hits the top of her thighs, the skin tight black leggings hugging her curves have my mouth watering, and her usually untied combat boots are strung tight. My mind floats to unholy places while I gaze upon her. The Ghost mask swings loosely back and forth between her fingers, and for once in my life, I don’t have the upper hand. I’m completely at her mercy, and have no idea what’s going to happen next.
“Better hurry up before someone finds my mess.” She says it so casually, like I better get a move on before we’re late for dinner reservations.
I snap back into my body, realizing that she’s letting me in to see this side of her, finally. “What?”
“Get dressed, stud. We’re going on a field trip.”
Mallory
His eyes light up, looking at me like I hung the fucking moon. I can’t for the life of me understand why I hid this from him for so long. Self-acceptance is a gruellingly, painful road, and I needed to figure myself out before I could let him love this side of me. I just wish I hadn’t hurt him so much in the process of learning to embrace who I really am.
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