Page 33 of Boys Who Taint (Spine Ridge University #5)

Aspen

“Ghost,” I mutter.

He leans in, whispering, “You thought you were alone all this time, didn’t you? I have always been watching you.”

I attempt to turn around, but he’s got a hand slipped around my throat, keeping me in place.

“Pretend you’re dancing with me.”

He sways us back and forth to the music, hips locking into mine as though it comes naturally.

“How did you find me?” I ask.

His hand slips into my pocket, and he steals my knife right out of my hand.

“You make it so easy for me with that bright green dress …” His hand slides up my thighs, the knife a cold reminder of the power he holds over me as my dress slowly begins to creep up my skin.

“I can’t wait to tear it off this body.”

“You’re insane if you think I’m going to do that again,” I reply.

“The only one insane here is you for thinking you could escape my grasp after I already told you I was coming back for more,” he retorts.

I step on his foot, but he doesn’t give a peep.

“You can’t hurt me, Aspen. Didn’t I already tell you that too?” His tongue darts out to lick the rim of my ear. “I’m a ghost. Nothing can hurt me.”

He’s not a ghost. He’s a man hiding behind a mask, and any man can be wounded. You just have to find his weakness.

“I can hurt you if I take myself out of the equation,” I reply in a moment of clarity.

I’m the one he wants. If I deny him, it’ll hurt right where it’s supposed to.

He smiles against my skin. “Fine, you think you can hurt me more than I can hurt you?”

The knife rises where it meets my eyes, and he uses it as a pointer until we find my friends in the middle of the dance floor, minding their own business.

“You wouldn’t,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Keep taunting me, and I just might.”

The knife slowly lowers to my neck, and I swallow as he brings it between my breasts, settling his hand inside my dress in full view of all the people dancing.

“What do you want?” I ask.

He licks my neck, and the groan that follows makes goose bumps scatter on my skin. “You and only you.”

“You already had me.”

“I told you one time wasn’t enough.” His fingers find my nipples, and he twists them until a moan escapes my mouth.

“You haven’t held up your end of the deal. I gave you my body in exchange for—”

“Murder,” he fills in, squeezing my nipple so harshly I have to put my hand to my mouth to keep the squeal from coming out. “And I will bring you death … when I’m done having my way with you.” He smiles against my skin. “Now come and find me upstairs where the real fun begins.”

Before I can even turn around, he’s already disappeared into the crowd. I push past some people standing in my way, but he’s quicker on his feet, and by the time I reach the end of the mass of people, he’s gone, along with my knife.

Goddammit.

I head up one of the wooden staircases with intricate designs on them, the wood itself, carved with skulls, instilling a chill in my bones as I grasp the railing and make my way to the top.

These poorly lit, old Victorian hallways still give me the creeps, but I push on and knock on every door I pass, waiting to hear someone say something, but there’s not one sound.

I slowly open each door I come across, glancing inside to see if there’s anyone there, but it’s just one giant metallic red room filled with a ton of strange-looking objects, ranging from a wooden pillory to a Saint Andrew’s cross to an actual metal cage in the back.

Holy shit.

Curiosity gets the best of me, and I step inside to have a quick look at everything that’s on the wall and in the cabinets. Rows and rows of whips, paddles, and chains, and all sorts of toys line the cabinets, from plugs to actual dildos and vibrators, and anything else one could think of.

The door suddenly closes behind me, and I jolt up and down from the sound and the total darkness that follows.

“Who’s there?” I ask.

“Do you really need to ask?”

Ghost.

“This room … you wanted to show me this?” I ask.

“I wanted you to see all the possibilities,” he says with an unusually low voice, and I can hear him step closer. “All the ways I can make you beg. All the ways I will make you mine .”

I squeal when a sudden hand fists my hair and tilts my head back.

“You’re insane if you think I’m yours,” I grit back.

His free hand slowly slides up my body all the way from my belly to my chest as he whispers, “You may think you have a boyfriend, but he will never touch you like I will, and he will never know you the way I will know every fucking inch of this delectable body. And by the time I’m done with you, all you’ll feel when he touches you is the desire for me . ”

Ghost

Between good and wrong is where I thrive.

This is my playground, and she is a willing player in my devious games.

There is not a thing on this earth I wouldn’t do to make her mine. She has yet to understand the full depth of my depravity, but she will. In sheer and utter darkness, I come alive.

There’s no undoing the choice she made. Her body belongs to me now, and I will use it as I see fit like a goddamn toy to play with.

She tries to jerk free from my grip and attempts to punch me, but only hits air. So I put my knife underneath her throat and whisper, “Are you going to play along nicely? Or do you want me to give you the same scar you gave me?”

I can’t see her eyes widen, but I can definitely feel her breath hitch underneath the blade.

“Nod if you’ll be a good girl.”

When she finally does, I push her forward and grab a ball gag off the cabinet, then force her to spin around so her ass is against my bulge.

“Open your mouth.”

I push her lip until she finally opens and shove the ball gag inside, then tie it around her head.

“Hmmrrr!” she mumbles against the ball.

“You don’t need words to be a good, obedient little slut for me.” I push her hair aside, sliding my finger down her neck until the goose bumps appear again. “No one will hear you moan now … no one except me .”

God, how I have waited for this chance to own her again.

If only she knew how long I’ve been watching her.

How long I’ve craved to touch her just like this.

When she attempts to move, I slide my hand around her neck, squeezing it to keep her in place. With the knife, I slide up her dress, and she trembles in place. “I won’t hurt you unless you make me.”

She shakes her head.

“You won’t run. You won’t escape me. Not even if you tried.”

I push up her dress until her panties are exposed, and I start rubbing her right through the fabric. She whimpers into the ball gag, and I revel in the sounds she makes.

“You feel that? That’s my ownership over your pleasure.”

I circle around and around, adding more pressure every time she moans to reward her.

I can feel her grow wetter and wetter right through the fabric of her panties.

“You think you can keep the moans inside when we both know you want to let them out so desperately?” I whisper. “Let me hear you.”

RIP!

I cut through the panties with ease, and she mewls out loud when my fingers touch her slit.

“So fucking wet for me already,” I groan, rolling them around like a madman. “Now fall apart on my fingers like a needy little slut while you think about your boyfriend downstairs, oblivious to how much lust is coursing through your veins from the hands of another.”

“F-fuck you,” she mutters through the ball.

She likes this.

Even when she curses me under her tongue, I can still feel her body writhe against mine.

She likes the idea of being forced to be unfaithful.

And I know just how to use this to my advantage.

I snort. “Oh yes, I will fuck you … but first you will learn how to beg.”

I plunge my fingers inside her, listening to her wild gasps as I go deeper and deeper.

I don’t fucking care that there’s a whole party downstairs that we’re missing, or that anyone could come in at any moment now. Nothing, and I mean nothing , will stop me from claiming this girl.

I thrust into her, spreading her juices all over, before circling her most sensitive spot so fast she loses control. Her body begins to quiver, and her legs squeeze together.

“Come all over my hands, slut. Let me feel you destroy yourself.”

Another moan rolls off her tongue before the inevitable orgasm begins, and fuck me, I could listen to this all day, every day and still not have enough.

“Good girl,” I whisper into her ear.

I pull my fingers out and remove the ball as saliva runs down her face, and I rub it all across her lips and into her mouth. “Don’t you taste good on my fingers?”

“How many more?” she asks.

“As many as I fucking crave,” I growl back.

“And then you’ll kill him?”

I grasp her by the cheeks and turn her face to me. “Baby, I will throw him off that same goddamn cliff where he killed your half sister and watch him drown.”

Her lips part in shock, and I can’t help myself, as I pull up my balaclava just far enough to smash my lips onto hers.