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“But I’m not done torturing you yet, Mallory,” he coos so annoyingly sweetly.

Frustrated tears accumulate in the corner of my eyes, and one breaks away, sliding down my cheek. Lennox’s hot tongue drags up my skin, licking up my tear. Then he’s turning my head, crashing his mouth onto mine. He kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips before pushing me back down to the carpet. My nipples rub against the fibres, sending my stimulated body into overdrive. Nox wraps my hair around his fist, tethering me to the brutal pace at which he fucking destroys me.

His palm cracks off my ass again. “Pay attention,” he growls, before flipping the page and continuing. “He pulls out torturously slow, and I feel every inch of him as his piercing drags inside of me.” Ghost copies the book to the letter, slowing his thrusts to an agonizing pace so I feel his frenum stud rubbing deliciously against my inner walls. “Then he slams back into me. Hard.” And Nox does, plowing into me so ruthlessly he needs to steady me with his firm grip on my hip. “It feels so fucking good, the way he manipulates my body.” Nox releases my hip, moving his hand down between my legs to rub my clit. “Do you like the way I manipulate your body, little siren? Like it’s my own personal toy?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“What’s that? I can’t quite hear you?”

“Yes!” I cry out as he slaps my swollen bud.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he keeps reading. “His words pushing me towards my release. ‘Your pretty pussy strangles my cock so fucking perfectly.’” Ghost pulls out then pressesback in slowly, “Fuck yes, your cunt is made for me, baby.”

“Yes. Ghost. Fuck. Don’t. Stop,” I recite, knowing this part of the book like the back of my own hand.

“Never,” he growls. “His body crushes mine. Thrusts becoming quick and shallow.” Nox follows suit, fucking me the way the pages direct. “I’ll never fucking stop, Mallory. I’ll haunt you to the end of our existence. And, even then, I’ll follow your soul into the unknown.”

I scream as my orgasm tears through me with a ferocity I’ve never known. “How fucking dare you,” he rumbles. Ghost drops the book beside us and pulls out, flipping me onto my back then impaling my shaking body on his fat cock once more.

“I’m sorry,” I cry as he fucks me with a passion that could rival everything before this.

“No, you’re not,” he pants, leaning down until our foreheads touch. “But you will be.”

My eyes snap open, and the darkness that shadows his face would have previously rattled me. Now, it makes my cunt pulse around his length. “Doubt it,” I taunt, threading my fingers into his shaggy hair. Gripping tight, I jerk his head back to look me in the face. “Now fucking cum for me, Nox.”

“No,” he grinds out, fighting off his own pleasure.

I wrap my legs tight around him, “Come on, be a good little stalker and fill me up.”

I watch entranced as his resolve absolutely crumbles, eyes rolling back, as he erupts with a roar that undoubtedly sears itself upon my soul.

“Did you pick a movie yet?” Nox asks from the kitchen, getting our drinks and bringing them to the coffee table in the living room. “The pizza should be here soon.”

“Not yet, what do you want to watch?” I reply, putting down our blankets and pillows. I’m turning the couch into a haven of comfort for this long overdue cuddle and movie session.

“Whatever you want, I’m not picky,” he says, helping me spread out the heavy duvet from our king size bed.

“Neither am I.”

“Can you just pick something?” Nox pokes me in the ribs playfully, then flops down onto the couch, messing up my masterpiece.

“Why can’t you?” I huff, tugging on his shirt but he doesn’t move.

“Because I want you to pick,” he says, grabbing onto my hoodie, and pulling me down next to him.

“Well, I want you to pick.”

Nox’s phone rings, interrupting our inability to pick something to watch. He smirks, pulling it out of his pocket. “Oh shoot, I’ve got to take this. Be a dear and pick a movie for us to watch while I’m on the phone, pretty please.”

I scowl at him while his smile just beams back at me. “Hello,” he says, answering the call. I give him the finger, then open one of the many streaming services I pay for. Gently, he taps me on the arm. I turn my attention away from the TV screen, looking over my shoulder at him. His hand covers the mouth piece on his cellphone. “Did youorder a pizza for Grey and Victoria?” he whispers. I nod slowly.

Nox turns back to the call. “Yes, that was her,” he says. There’s a pause, then Nox replies, “Alright man, talk to you later.” He hangs up the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

Turning his attention back to me, Lennox smiles warmly. “Greyson wanted to say thank you for the pizza.”

“Oh, okay.” I reply quietly, facing back to the TV and switching on“My Bloody Valentine”.

Nox’s warm palm cups my cheek, turning my face back to him. “That was really sweet of you, even if Hawaiian pizza is as repulsive as cheese whiz on waffles.”