Page 50 of Deadly Blooms (Psychic Unraveled #1)

“Then slide onto my cock, princess.” He groaned, resting the back of his head against the wall again, then looked at me, placing a hand on my ankle with a gentle squeeze, inviting me onto him.

My eyes shot to his. Shit! That’s right, he could read my thoughts!

“O-okay.” I stuttered, crawling to him, my cunt dripping with want.

I’d already dove in with reckless abandon, and technically he was just as bad as me when it came to frivolous sex—or so I was told—I didn’t care. If he had anything other than a ghost invading him, I’d deal with it later.

I slid my leg over his waist, straddling him, and grabbed his throbbing cock, directing it slowly into my pussy. My body shivered with electricity as he pressed past my lips.

Oh, dear god…

My vision blurred at the satisfying sensation of being stretched, fitting perfectly around him.

“Fuuccckkk, Max,” he breathed, running his hands up my thighs and to my ass where he pulled me close and nuzzled into my breasts.“You take me so well.” His heated breath on them teased me more, but when his tongue grazed my nipples—warm and wet—I couldn’t hold on much longer.

He pulled my red cardigan down from one shoulder and kissed a trail up to my neck, his teeth nipping along the way, to right behind my ear, sending me to the moon.

I leaned into him, running my hands through his dark hair, grasping at the nape of his neck while I wound my hips into him.

My orgasm built inside, shaking me to the very depths of my core. I wanted to scream, but I held my mouth shut.

Not yet…

Not yet…

Not yet…

I breathed.

Graham cupped my right breast, which seemed small in his hand, then rolled my nipple between his finger and thumb.

“Keep going, princess. I want to see you come so much you can’t take it.” He glowered. “Grind yourself into me…”

I did as he said, grinding against him, increasing my want for him to release inside of me, until I could only see stars.

“Yes… just like that…”

The sound of his husky voice directing my movements, his scent, his cock spreading me so… so wide. It was unbelievable.

“Mmm—just look at you… taking the entire thing… fucking perfect.”

My head fell back, and my eyes slammed shut as I rode him like a goddamn horse galloping through an open meadow.

Each movement built layers of pleasure upon layers of ecstasy, dissolving my hesitation even though deep down inside I knew something was off.

There was something in his eyes that both frightened me and drove me wild.

Then—

“Oh, God!” flew from my mouth before I could catch it, my head slamming forward, my body seizing. The pressure built in my nethers until an overwhelming warmth danced over my body with an intensity that had me thinking death was imminent. Until?—

It wasn’t.

My orgasm was so forceful, my hips involuntarily ground into him until spasms started and my cum covered him.

Exactly what he demanded. I bit my lip as I lifted my gaze to his, and found him watching me like it was a fucking performance he paid good money for and wasn’t going to miss a single second of the show.

“Oh, that’s it, princess…” he purred into my ear as he lifted me up enough so he could thrust to his completion.

When he did, a shuttered groan rumbled through him while he held me still, filling me so incredibly full, my pussy pulsated with every pump from his cock. It was almost too much.

We sat for a moment just staring at one another, breathless, sweaty, and trembling.

He shifted his weight underneath me. And I thought he wanted me to move, so I attempted to get off of him, but he shook his head.

“I said you were going to come again, and again, didn’t I?” He held my legs onto him.

I smiled, thinking he was just playfully teasing. But there was no way I could take another round so soon. That orgasm was fucking fantastic, and my pussy was tired .

“No, Graham, that’s okay. I don’t need to. You satisfied something in me that I’d been needing since I got here. But if you want more, I can get you there again.“ I lifted myself up, almost all the way off his cock, but he shoved me down with force.

I winced, and let out a small yelp as his cock—still at peek stiffness—penetrated deep inside again.

“I said stay!” he demanded, his eyelids fluttering involuntarily as his gaze pierced right through me, his eyes now black as oil—soulless.

I gasped.

This wasn’t Graham.

I dove off his lap and grabbed my panties—as if they were some kind of defense—and slid away from him on the rough attic floor.

“Magdalene…” the voice slithered from Graham’s lips. “You eager little minx,” he clicked his tongue, “you thought your precious officer could protect you, from me?” He cackled as he rose to his feet, towering over me, somehow even larger than he was before—like a monster.

He grabbed his cock again, this time it was swollen, red, angry—not aroused, but threatening.

“Now, he is so, so weak. Whatever have you done to him? It’s all your fault, you know?” His belt buckle clanked against his leg as he stepped toward me, taunting me, making my stomach turn.

He reached down with his free hand and lifted my chin, his touch sent a cold jolt through me.

Pressing his lips to my ear, he rasped, “You wanted to fuck the beast… well, here I am.” A dark chuckle escaped his glistening lips. “You think you can resist me, little witch?” He spat, no longer resembling Graham at all. This was a monster—a demon, something.

His face twisted into evil. I assumed what a demonic possession would look like. A man fighting for his very existence, and a slinking, slimy monster trying to claim his soul.

He held my face in his hand, then ran his thumb over my bottom lip.

I jerked away from him and crab-walked backwards as far as I could, but I found myself backed into a corner. What the fuck was going on?!

The attic walls closed in on us. I could see the chaos in his eyes as they darted, searching for a focal point besides me.

“Derek! I called out,” hoping that hearing someone else’s name would remind him of the others. “Katie!” I screamed, only egging him on.

“Oh, that’s right,” a malicious smile smeared across his face. “We have guests. Keep your pussy wet, Magdalene. You’ve stirred something inside of me that won’t be tamed.”

“Derek! Katie! Help!” I shouted.

It wasn’t just Graham I’d fucked. It was whatever entered when Uncle Silas left. It was that darkness I felt in the room, the shadows, the presence Graham felt in his body.

The monster stood over me, stroking itself, grunting, blocking my escape.

“Oh, Magdalene—“ he groaned, his voice thick and distorted. “That’s right, show me those tits again.”

Every time our eyes locked, I saw Graham, fighting with whatever had possessed him. His eyes flashing from black to blue to black again. But the evil inside was too strong. I watched him fight as his spirit faded and the toxic venom took over.

“Graham, you have to fight!” I begged. “Fight like with Uncle Silas! Fight for control!”

“You think you can save him?” He took a last step, his shadow completely engulfing me. “Stupid human. I’ll ruin you before he gets a chance.”

“No way!” I said, pushing away, but he grabbed my throat before I could get away, wrapping his fingers tightly, almost crushing it.

He tore my halter top from my torso, leaving only my sweater over me.

“Now!” he raged.

I clawed at his hand, trying to loosen his grip as he lifted me higher and higher against the wall. Adrenaline surged through my body as my ability to breathe faded.

I was helpless.

My heart thudded in my ears. The rough wood scraped my back while he lifted me off my toes.

The edges of the room faded into darkness.

Just then, I heard, “ What the fuck?! ” fly from both Katie and Derek’s mouths in unison. The clatter of a metal bucket crashed to the floor.

“Maggie?” Katie said, panic clouding her voice. “What the hell is going on?”

She rushed over, her gaze plunging to Graham’s dick, fire-red, aggressive, and ready to burst. She jumped between us, grabbing onto him, trying to pry him off of me—basically hanging from his thick forearm—but it was no use.

Derek body-slammed him.

His grip broke, and I plummeted to the floor, coughing, gasping, dizzy as hell.

Graham collided with the wall, letting out a terrifying nonhuman growl.

Then, as if it was the last step in his arousal…

neon green fluid splattered from his dick across my chest and stomach.

The sheer volume was shocking. It was like gallons of hot, sticky, green honey had coated my entire torso, leaving me covered in an obscene mess.

“Ectoplasm?!” Derek exclaimed, his eyes wide—mortified, yet thrilled.

I stared down at the thick, glowing mess dripping down my chest. The heat, the slickness, the sickly green glow clinging to my skin.

My stomach rolled. “What in the actual fuck?” I shrieked.

Katie dropped to her knees beside me and pulled my cardigan closed. “Maggie, you okay?”

“Oh, she’s just fine, witch.” The monster inside Graham growled between exhausted breaths. “She loved every minute of it. I was waiting for you to arrive,” he raked his tongue over his teeth, “I was going to see what Magdalene, here, looked like on the inside, and thought you’d enjoy the show.”

A taunting glint flashed in his eyes as he stretched a hand forward to grab us. But before he could say another word, Derek smashed a heavy candlestick against Graham’s head. The sound echoed through the attic, and the monster’s smirk vanished.

Graham crumpled to one side, unconscious.

“That wasn’t Graham,” my voice trembled.

“Yeah, no shit.” Derek said, helping me up. “Batman over there should see a doctor if he’s coming ectoplasm on the regular.”

“Oh God—“ I brought my hands to my face in embarrassment. “—what do you think the effects of ectoplasm are… internally?”

“For you, or for him?” Katie’s eyebrow shot up.

“Me.”

Her eyes widened. “Wait, did you two?—?”

“No, I just thought I’d stand here tits out and bare-assed for the hell of it.” I ran my hands down my torso, attempting to squeegee off as much of the green goo as possible.

“Nice…” an amused smile spread across her black lips. “Now I’ve got something on you,” she laughed, “You were so fucking judgmental of me wanting to try a ghostly orgasm with Silas… but you never even considered you were just like me .”

“This is nothing like that.” I said, elbowing her. “I was fucking Graham… not that… thing.”

Derek threw his hands in the air and rolled his eyes. “Oh, my God! Is there one minute of the day that either of you don’t think of railing someone?”

Katie and I looked at each other knowingly.

“No,” we said.

“You just texted me fifteen minutes ago. You really thought it was a good idea to fuck a man that had just been exorcised?” He frantically pulled his leather belt from his pants and cinched it tightly around Graham’s wrists.

“Careful, Derek, you just might turn her back on with your expert use of belts as a restraining device. It’s hot.” Katie teased.

Derek shot her a dirty glare.

“Katie, did I tell you about the day I moved here?” I held my cardigan closed with one hand. “The moving van?”

She nodded.

“There were belts involved.”

Katie’s mouth opened into an excited grin. “Yes!” She fist-bumped the air. “That’s my girl!”

“What is wrong with you two?” Derek secured the belt, and rose to his feet. “You were just complaining how Katie was careless with Silas, and now you—” he gestured to Graham, then shook his head in disbelief, refusing to finish his sentence.

“I’m not going to sit around and sulk about the fact that I had made a stupid lapse of judgment.” The words came out angrier than I’d meant. “I bet you’ve never made a mistake when you let your emotions get to you.”

At the sight of Graham’s body, you’d never know he’d just ejaculated the amount of ectoplasm he did. I reached down and tucked his dick back into his pants and zipped them shut.

“Is that going to hold?” I asked, eyeing the belt, and Graham’s biceps. If they had as much human strength as I thought they did, what could they do with whatever was possessing him?

Derek grunted. He wasn’t pissed, per se, just sick of it all.

I didn’t blame him.

“There has to be something here…“ his words trailed off as he kicked the rug off the secret door and descended into the corridor.

“I’ll tell the aunts,” Katie declared. “Maybe they’ll have an idea.” She looked me up and down with a half-smile suggesting her approval of my dangerous sex life.

“You’d best get cleaned up, hun,” she said, patting my back before disappearing downstairs.

I hurried down to the en-suite bathroom, leaving a slimy trail behind me like a slug.

How could I have been so foolish? Graham wouldn’t have taken me the way he did without a discussion about it—would he?

Ugh! Maggie, you’re so stupid.

But also—God dammit, the way he talked to me was so hot.

Curse my need for masochism!