Page 63 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

Chapter Fifty-two

Graves

I pull into the driveway as dusk encroaches upon the skyline.

All I’ve been able to think about the entire drive home is sinking into Mallory’s massive tub, and relaxing with a movie.

I even picked up another bath bomb while waiting for an e-mail to come in, to make up for the last romantic bath we didn't get to have. Hopefully she’ll join me.

My mind is mush after dodging all of Graham’s incessant questions.

“What have you gotten yourself into this time, G?”

“Where did this car come from?”

“Why am I helping you destroy a perfectly good vehicle?”

“I can’t afford to have anything shitty leading back to me, G. I have Jaydon to take care of.”

Like I don’t know that? I was the one who delivered the news to Graham that his wife was having an affair after I saw her locking lips with someone outside the town coffee shop.

She up and left them both without a reason or an ounce of remorse when he confronted her.

I always hated her—I’m glad she’s gone, they both deserve better.

Unfortunately, Graham won’t open himself up to the thought of a new relationship, saying him and Jaydon are better off alone for now.

He’s not wrong, they’re doing great, but their home could use a woman’s firm hand.

You can’t tell where the house starts and where the garage ends, the entire place is a mechanic’s shop.

The front door swings open, yanking me from my thought bubble.

Mallory steps into the threshold, leaning her beautiful fucking body up against the frame.

I take her in, having to do a double take as my dick shoots to attention, searing pain slicing through my abdomen.

She definitely went shopping today, her body is adorned in dark red lacy things I’ve never seen before.

Her onyx hair is down, hanging in loose curls that frame her face.

My fingers twitch with the need to intricately weave and tangle themselves in the strands.

Slutty thigh-high boots cover her shapely legs, and a Ghostface mask hangs loosely from her hand.

Mallory watches me with the intensity of a starving animal yearning for sustenance as I exit the truck and blaze a trail right for her.

Unzipping the hoodie as my boots hit the doorstep, I’m beyond eager to have her skin against mine.

I’ll suffer the pain throbbing with every beat of my heart just to hold her.

The lust in her eyes evaporates as she registers the damage to my face, then my stomach. “WOAH!” she exclaims, dropping the mask and pushing her hands into my pecs to hold me back .

Not fucking happening.

I wrap my arms around her, crushing her against me. All her objections are silenced when I press my mouth against hers, ignoring the stab of pain in my busted lip. She purses her lips, keeping my affection at bay. She’s irritated, but I don't care. I’ll force her to melt against me.

My left hand wraps around her slender neck as I trail kisses down her throat. “Why do you deny me, little siren?”

“You’re injured, and I want to know what fucking happened, asshole.

” She moans as I nip and kiss her sensitive skin, pushing the thought out of her mind for the moment.

My right arm bands around her waist, lifting her, and I immediately regret the move as my guts shred from the inside.

She instinctively wraps her legs around me, letting out a pleasure-filled sigh as my hardness presses against her tender centre.

All feelings of pain momentarily subsiding as oxytocin floods my system.

“Are you sure you don't want to talk later?” I ask, grinding against her.

Her eyes roll back as desire works to overtake her. She’s fighting a losing battle, and she knows it. “Yes,” she breathes, arms wrapping around my neck, tethering herself to me.

I walk us through the door, kicking it closed behind us.

“Yes, what?” I say, pressing her up against the nearest wall.

My palms skim down her body, reaching beneath her.

One hand pulls her panties to the side as the other sinks two fingers into her dripping pussy.

She sharply inhales, head falling back against the wall.

“Mallory?” I taunt .

“Hmm?” she murmurs.

“Yes, what?” I repeat, pumping my fingers slowly.

“Uhhh… Yes… Ummm…”

I can’t help but smirk as I watch her fight against the pleasure I bring her. She was worried about me. The knowledge makes my heartbeat stutter… What would’ve happened to her if I had died today? I can’t afford to be so careless and erratic. I don’t want to be the reason for any more of her pain.

I watch as Mal’s concern dissolves away with my mere presence—especially since I’m not acting as though I’m in pain. But in reality, it feels like my abdominals are ripping apart from the strain of holding her against me. “Forget what you were going to say, baby?”

“No,” she pants, winding her hips.

“Kiss me,” I breathe, stuffing down the agony.

“Wait,” she gasps. Crying out as my fingers push deep inside her, stroking her spot until she's shaking against me.

“Kiss—” My words are cut off as Mallory slams her lips against mine, and devours me with a passion that rivals my own.

Using her arms on my shoulders as leverage, she pushes herself up my body.

Her forearms hold her steady against my shoulders as her legs move up and wrap around my ribs.

Her thighs squeeze tight as pain lances through me.

Sweat breaks out across my skin as I strive to make Mallory cum before I blackout.

Her fingers sink into my hair, fisting tight, and holding me hostage against her.

Slowly, I inch us away from the wall, moving towards the couch. “Are you going to cum for me, baby?” She nods, whimpering beautifully. I slap her ass, and she cries out, but it morphs into a moan almost immediately. “Words, Mallory.”

“Yes, you're going to make me cum.”

“Fuckin’ right I am. No one but me owns you like this. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Only you,” she pants. Moving against me, she meets my fingers as they pound in and out of her.

“Come on, little siren, fucking soak my hand.” I spank her again. “I want to sink inside that wet pussy and know that it’s all for me.”

A smirk cracks across her face and she looks down at me, “No.” Oh, you fucking brat.

“Excuse me?”

Silence.

I release my hold on her, and she slides down my body.

Gazing up at me, I watch her catalogue my every injury.

Before her eyes can land on my stomach, I grab her waist, spin her around, and rip the panties down her legs.

She squeals in surprise, resisting as I push her down, bending her over the side of the couch.

I drop to my knees and swipe my tongue through her slit.

Any fight she had in her stalls momentarily as I work my tongue back and forth over her clit.

She muffles her moans behind a throw pillow as she grinds against my face.

Are you kidding me? This ends now. I reach around and snatch it from her.

She fucking laughs, looking at me with those breath-stalling amber eyes.

Mallory’s trying to work me up. The realization plows into me that this is her version of tit for tat .

If I won’t tell her what happened to me, she’s going to push me to the cusp of snapping.

My tongue swirls and licks at her entrance as I undo my jeans, freeing my length.

She’s drunk on the feeling of near release as I quickly and silently get to my feet.

She raises her head up, turning to look at me over her shoulder.

Her eyes widen in shock as I tower over her, stroking myself.

And without any warning, I slam my fat cock into her.

The prettiest scream is ripped from her throat as I impale her on my length. Pleasure races through me, and pain stabs me with every thrust, but I can’t stop. I won’t. I’ll earn that fucking orgasm and worry about the abdominal damage later.

“Yes,” she groans. “Take me, Nox. Show me how much you want me.” My fingers graze up her back, unhooking her new red bra, and pushing the straps down her arms.

Leaning down over her, I gently kiss across her shoulder, sweeping her hair out of the way as my lips trail up her neck.

Our bodies crash into the couch over and over as her head turns, lips finally meeting mine.

Our tongues tangle as my left hand collects her hair, wrapping the long waves around my fist. My other hand cups her breast as I slow our kiss.

“I love you,” I whisper against her flushed cheek.

Her eyes dart to mine, “Love you too, stud,” she replies.

Her eyes fall shut again as she surrenders to the pleasure lassoed around her.

I stand straight, yanking her back against me by her hair as I jut my hips into her.

Slamming myself so far inside her, I can’t tell if her sob is from pleasure or pain.

Lucky for me, she’s into both. My right hand cracks off her ass as I rut into her like a man possessed.

My fingers dig into her hip as I push and pull Mal’s helpless body on my dick.

Incoherent sounds pouring from her lips as she takes everything I give her.

“You ready to cum yet, baby? Or do you need more proof of how bad I want you? How much I fucking need you?”

Her legs are quaking beneath her, so with another tug on her hair, I pull her back to my chest. My hand releases her ebony curls and wraps around her middle as I fuck her into next week.

“More, Ghost. I want it all. Anything you’ll fucking give me.”

“Fucking insatiable, aren’t you?”

“Yes. I’m fucking crazy about you, I can’t get enough.”

“Mmmm, that’s what I want to hear.” Relinquishing my hold on her hip, I move to circle her clit.

Slipping my hand further down between her legs, I feel my length moving in and out of her. The mental image has butterflies soaring in my chest, and I can’t stop myself from pushing two fingers into her alongside my cock.

“Nox,” she pants, voice wavering. I’ll never feel anything better than fucking her, except maybe feeling myself fuck her.

Christ, I can’t stop. I wish I could lick the arousal dripping out of her onto my cock from the source.

My other hand moves to circle her clit while my fingers pump into her in time with my cock .

“Do you see what you do to me baby? You turn me into a ravenous beast. I’m going to wreck this wet fucking cunt then kiss it better. Now do me a favour and soak my cock, so I can have you suck it clean to see how good you fucking taste.”