Page 56 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

Chapter Forty-six

Mallory

F ear that he knows what I’ve done wars with the arousal created by this heady situation.

The lights of our small town illuminate the skyline, and I know the turn off to Sawmill Road is coming up fast. Red and blue police lights start to flash through my rear window as Ghost swerves his truck back in behind my car, tailing me closer than I’m comfortable with.

His wailing siren pierces the silent night, and my heart rate cranks up tenfold.

What the hell is he doing? Is this all an act or has he been following me all day?

I don’t know and it warps my fright into a tangible being.

Maybe this isn’t just a fucked up sexual fantasy.

He really must know that I committed a triple homicide tonight, along with a mountain of other crimes.

My phone rings from beside me, the gravelly voice of Ghostface making me jump.

I press the ignore button as I slow the car down and turn onto the dirt road.

Nox is right on my ass, truck fishtailing around the corner as he barely slows down to take the turn.

My phone rings again, and this time I answer it.

“Evading the police is a criminal offence, little siren. You could spend up to five years in jail for refusing to stop.”

“What is this, Lennox?” I risk a look in my rearview mirror. Ghostface stares back at me, fingers waving an ominous hello.

“You started the game, baby, I’m just playing along.

Now, be a good girl and pull over for me before I call for backup.

” Backup? He can’t be serious. Ghost wouldn’t let another man put his hands on me, but Nox?

I don’t know if he’s the man behind the wheel, letting his job rule the forefront of this situation.

I’m unsure if he saw me gut someone, but if so, it could’ve broken his psyche even more.

“Fuck you,” I growl, hanging up on him.

Gravel kicks up beneath my vehicle, banging into the undercarriage.

The sound amps up my adrenaline as I force myself to focus on the road and not my mounting dread.

The house is a fair distance down the road, but I feel like the drive takes mere minutes because of the pursuit.

Steering off the road and into the driveway, the car skids to a stop.

Not wanting to waste a precious second, I have the door open and my seat belt off before the car is even shifted into park.

I scramble out of the Civic and rush to the door.

Nox’s truck pulled in right behind me, and I keep waiting for his body to crash into mine. My fingers fumble as I race to input the code, the light flashes red, and I cry out in frustration, having to wait before trying again .

Ghost’s leisurely footsteps approach from behind me, and I freeze.

“Those door locks are a real pain in the ass, hey?” His inferno of a body meets my back, fingers trailing up my side then wrapping around my middle, holding me to him.

I can’t breathe, I’m fucking panicking. I’m not wearing my clothes, I don’t smell like my usual scent, my hair is still damp, and I look nothing like how I did when we parted ways this afternoon.

His nose nuzzles into my nape as he breathes me in, placing gentle kisses along my neck. His body goes rigid against mine, and I’m frozen in terror because of it.

He knows.

Can he smell the lingering tang of iron beneath the cheap soap I used at Randy’s?

“Open the door,” he says coldly.

My hands shake uncontrollably as I press the code in, more slowly this time.

The light flashes green, and the clicking and dragging of the lock disengaging is the only sound to be heard in the still night.

My once ragged breathing is now quiet and shallow as I wait, overflowing with anxiety.

Nox is a silent force behind me, and I have no idea what will happen next.

“Hands behind your back,” he snaps.

“What?” I reply.

Silence.

Instead of giving me any explanation, his hands snap out to grab my wrists, pulling them behind my back, and forcing my compliance. Cinching his work cuffs tight around my skin, he lets the dead air hang between us like a lead weight, dragging me deeper down into my panic.

“Ghost, stop. What are you doing? ”

Silence.

With one hand on my arm, his other hand reaches around to turn the knob.

The door swings open, and he nudges me into motion, shutting the door behind us with a force that isn’t needed.

I wince. Fuck. I try to calm my raging pulse and steady my breathing.

I trust him, he won’t hurt me. But shit, his silent treatment is killing me.

His chest meets my back once more, I can feel the fire of his bare skin against the exposed flesh of my arms. My fear immediately dissolves, knowing he’s pulling off his clothes behind me reignites my desire, the emotional whiplash making my head spin.

His erection brushes against my fingers, and I shift to palm his cock over his pants.

He groans, low and throaty, as I try to undo his belt one-handed.

Ghost’s hands explore my body, never lingering long enough for me to revel in the feeling, but working me into a frenzy nonetheless.

“Where were you today?” he whispers in my ear, both hands cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples.

Finally, I un-clink his belt buckle and quickly make work of the button and zipper, shoving his uniform pants down the best I can.

“I told you. I went to the post office, then stopped at Victoria’s. That went south…so then I went to the Corpsewood Mall.” I roll my hips, rubbing my ass against his cock. Fuck, I need him inside me.

“I don’t believe you,” he murmurs, before ripping Randal’s shirt down the front.

“I’m not lying,” I cry.

“Maybe not, but you’re leaving things out.

” Ghost kneels behind me, his heat leaving me in an instant, and a chill sets in.

Nox shifts to pull my boots off one at a time, then tugs the jogging pants swiftly down my legs, holding me steady from the side as I step out of them.

Looking down at him, uniform shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, I watch as something new takes hold of him.

There’s a struggle warring inside of him, I can see it on his face, feel it in the way he ruthlessly digs his fingers into my thighs as he places gentle kisses across my skin.

Ghost moves to kneel before me, tongue gently dragging up the inside of my thigh.

“Where were you?” he whispers, more to himself than me so I stay silent.

His tongue swipes through my slit, and I gasp from the sensation, eyes falling shut.

“Were you with another man?” he chokes out.

Eyes snapping open, I gaze down at him. “Are you serious?”

“Where are your clothes, Mallory? Where are your fucking panties?!” My mind catches up to his implication.

He thinks I was out cheating on him, not killing people.

As one anxiety ebbs away, another grows.

How do I tell him the truth without him leaving me?

He is beyond irritated by my silence again, and begins rifling through the jogging pants pockets.

No. Shit, shit, shit! “Whose lighter is this?” he cries from before me, still kneeling, looking more broken than I’ve ever felt. “Why was your phone off?”

Dropping to my knees, I try to catch his gaze, but he’s been pulled into a downward spiral that’s my fault. Standing and backing away from me, he braces his form against the kitchen island, observing me from afar. “I would never cheat on you, Ghost.”

“You have five seconds to tell me where you went or I’ll make you regret lying to me, again. ” he snarls. I choke on the air stalling in my lungs. I can’t. I can’t tell him the whole truth. He will leave me whether I spill my guts or not.

“One,” he growls. More dead air hangs between us, building my anticipation. He didn’t say he would leave me for lying to him, he said he’d make me regret it, and my sick twisted desires long to know what the hell he means.

“Two,” he drags it out slowly.

“Lennox, I didn’t cheat on you.” I pick my words very carefully, because I was in fact with another man, three of them, actually.

Heat pools in my core as I momentarily relive it.

That sick sense of pride I felt when I made one of the men lose his dinner.

The strength I felt when I saved myself, I channel it now.

The calmness washes over me, I’ll survive whatever Ghost throws at me, and I know I’ll probably fucking enjoy it.

“Three.” He assesses me, eyes scanning my body. Nox pushes himself off the cabinet, circling me like a hungry shark. Looking for anything that wasn’t there last night when he worshipped every inch of me. He pauses behind me, and every muscle in my body tenses.

My fucking hand.

There’s no way he doesn’t notice the bandage wrapped around my palm. However, he doesn’t mention it. Knowing him, he’s storing that information for later.

Coming to stand before me, his warm fingertips trace my cheek, thumb dragging across my bottom lip. On instinct, my mouth opens, and I dart my tongue out to swirl around his digit. He slips it into my mouth and I suck it greedily.

“Four,” he whispers, pulling his hand away.

“You’re the only one I want, Lennox.” Time ticks away, and he looks like he’s going to crumble before my very eyes.

“You’re really not going to tell me the truth?” he says, voice more vulnerable than I’ve ever heard. His hand disappears behind his back, and I’m hopeful it’s to get the handcuff key.

“Why can’t you just trust me?” I shout.

“Five.”

Ghost drops down into a crouch before me, and I can’t help but shy away from the emotions pouring off of him. He slams something into the floor, it sways back and forth, a pulsing vibration coming from within and buzzing against the hardwood. Is that…

“What the fuck is that?” I ask shakily.

“My backup.”