Page 75 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

Chapter Sixty-three

Ghost

H er eyes almost pop out of her head at the question as maliciousness slithers through me.

“Y-yes…” she stutters before a mask of fake composure slips over her angelic face. “Well, this one dickhead poured fake blood over a bunch of us who were standing in line.”

“Really?” Does she take me for a fool? I can see the lie as clear as if it was painted across her pale skin.

“Yep!” She pops the ‘p’ sound the way she always does to punctuate her counterfeit honesty. I’d probably believe her if I didn’t know her inside and out.

“Hmmm…that’s…interesting.” I drag it out, working her fear higher and higher. Watching her fight to control her breathing as her eyes dilate, adrenaline slowly leaking out into her gorgeous body.

“Why is that interesting?” she snaps. I’m overjoyed I decided to leave the mask on, it’s hiding the smile cracking across my face.

“Because there were no bitching, blood-covered attendees at the bathroom line when I went to look for you. Not even so much as a puddle of the stuff on the ground.”

“Well maybe you went to the wrong cluster of bathrooms.” She’s getting annoyed with me, and it turns my dick to granite. Mal’s cornered like a wild animal, and soon she’s going to lash out at me. I can’t wait to fuck her slick mouth after she detonates.

“I checked both.”

“What’s your fucking problem?” she sasses, switching tactics.

“Excuse me?” Let’s fucking go, baby.

“Why are you grilling me like this? All I did was leave to pee, and wash off the nasty smelling fake blood. I was going to come back.”

“When?”

“What?”

“When were you going to come back?” I let the question hang in the air between us, and right when she’s about to answer, I cut her off.

“When the party was almost over, and everyone was too fucked up to notice anything? So you could slip in unnoticed, and clean up your mess? That’s what I would do if I offed someone at a party with over a hundred people. ”

“I didn’t…”

“Don’t insult me with another lie, little siren. You’re already thoroughly fucked enough.”

“Lennox…” she whimpers.

“Not this fucking time,” I growl, storming across the small space to her.

I rip the towel violently from her body, exposing her ethereal form to the demon salivating within me.

The gauze wrapped around her thigh draws my attention, but as she gasps when my tattooed hand coils around her throat, it’s forgotten for now.

“Ghost,” she whines, rolling her hips, and winding herself against my erection.

“That’s fucking right. I’m your Ghost. Always there, watching you. Haunting you. I see everything, there’s nothing you can hide from me. Any secrets you think you have, are only secrets because I allow you to think you have them.”

“What about your secrets?” she snarls. Mallory attempts to rip the mask roughly from my face but I grab her by the wrists, pinning them above her head with one of my hands.

“I’m an open book, gorgeous.” Leaning in, I nuzzle into the nape of her neck. Her sweet scent drifts beneath the mask, and I inhale it like a junkie needing a fix.

“Is that so?” She tries pulling her hands free, but doesn’t gain even a centimetre of wiggle room.

“Mhmm,” I hum, watching like an entranced sailor as goosebumps erupt across her silky skin.

My body leans into hers, holding her hostage against the wall as I unzip my pants and free my cock.

I push in between her soft thighs, her wetness glazing me like a donut.

Slowly, I move between her folds, brushing the stiff head of my pierced dick over her clit before sinking back into the slickness.

“Stop it, I’m trying to focus,” she practically moans.

“What’s the matter, baby? Can’t think straight with my cock so close to where you want it?”

“No, I can’t,” she snips. I breach my tip at her opening as she sucks in a breath. Anticipation and arousal wrapping tight around us both. She groans out in frustration as I pull away again. “What was I saying?” She asks quietly, more to herself than to me.

“My secrets.” I rub my piercing up and down over her clit then slowly push into the apex of her thighs again.

“Right,” she states. Back and forth I rock my hips, dragging us both precariously close to the cliff of euphoria.

“What happened to my parents?” she exhales.

My breath stalls as I pause at her centre again.

Her cunt throbs against the crown of my shaft, and my knees almost buckle from the feeling as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

I lift her uninjured leg up over my hip, and savour the feeling as I leisurely push inside her.

“I killed them,” I whisper.

Mallory

I knew it.

Well, not really, but I heavily suspected it. Especially after collecting all the little bits of information and reviewing them all at once, I was pretty sure Nox was the one who made Barbra and Dennis disappear.

I’m not going to lie, I was extremely worried how I’d handle the information when I knew the truth. Like, really knew it. Would I spiral, lash out, or hate him? Would my heart break in some irreparable way? Would I end things? Not that he’d ever let that happen… But would I try?

I could never land on an honest to god feeling of how I would react to the information, and now I know why .

I like it.

I knew I would, I just couldn’t accept that deranged part of myself. However, hearing him confess the truth so easily turns me borderline feral.

“How?” I ask, the question slipping free without me realizing it. His thick cock stretches me so deliciously every time, it’s near impossible to pay attention to anything but the feel of him inside me.

Ghost pushes in to the hilt, groaning at the sensation of me sheathed around him completely.

“I yanked them from their bed one night while you were sleeping so innocently. Completely unaware of the fact I was just down the hall ending your torment.” He slowly pulls out then pushes back in.

“I bound their hands and feet with rope, then gagged both of them with Dennis’s dirty socks before wrapping tape around their mouths to keep the gag in place. ”

“That’s fuckin’ gross,” I reply through a small laugh.

“It’s better than what they deserved.”

He grinds his hips against mine, cock pulsing inside me, stroking so fucking deep I see stars. “Ghost,” I moan.

“Shhhh, baby. Let me finish.”

My head falls back against the wall, and my eyes fall shut as I envision the story he’s telling. “I’m going to be the one finishing if you don’t hurry up.”

His tempo picks up, hard cock thrusting in and out of me to the echoing wet sounds of slapping skin. “Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, Mallory. My twisted little freak. Fuck, I love you. Hurry up and soak my dick, baby. I need it. ”

A smile splits across my face. “Better finish the story then, Ghost.”

“So fucking defiant,” he grumbles, before continuing, swirling his hips.

“I tied a plastic bag over both their heads, and stuffed them into the trunk of your Civic.” His warm hand moves up under my thigh to squeeze my ass.

Gripping me tight as he fucks me harder, pulling me on his cock as he drives it inside me.

“They suffocated on the drive out to their pre-dug grave, where I burned and buried them.”

I remember the feeling of Johnson strangling me, robbing the air from my lungs until they were burning.

My chest and brain both starving for oxygen as my vision hazed, and I couldn’t think straight anymore.

Suffocation may not have been the most brutal way for them to die, but the minutes that drag on like hours while you helplessly pass away are equivalent to torture.

“It was my first kill, so it was quick and clean. But I wish every day I had tortured them and the others the way I had Edward,” he confesses.

“What did you do to him?”

Before I can register what’s happening, Ghost releases my wrists, drops his grip on my ass, and slides out of me. Spinning us toward the sink, he bends me over the counter, slamming back into me, and stealing my breath. His fingers weave into my hair and fist tight, hauling my body up.

“Watch,” he growls.

I open my eyes, willing my vision to focus while being fucked into oblivion. “That’s my good fucking girl. Watch the way your delicious body reacts to my depravity. ”

Ghost releases my hair, slowing the speed of his thrusts.

Through the mirror in front of me, I watch as he leisurely unbuttons the shirt of his gore covered police costume.

His cock moves in and out of my swollen cunt, so fucking slowly, ensuring I feel every inch of him claiming me.

He pulls the shirt off, dropping it to the floor, baring his fine-ass tattooed body to me.

“Fuck, I love it when you look at me like that.”

I smirk, cheeks heating. “I like what I see.”

Ghost leans down over me, one hand encircling my throat as the other punishingly grips my hip. He pushes into me, fast and hard. Rolling his hips, my eyes fall shut. His fingers tighten around my throat. “Eyes open,” he coos.

“I can’t help it, you feel so good.”

“I know, baby, but you’re going to stop being so stubborn for once in your damn life and listen. Don’t you want to know what I did to the motherfucker outside your window after I dragged him into the darkness?”

“Yes,” I breathe, eyes fluttering open.

The mask brushes the side of my face as he whispers his confession. “I made him dig his own grave, one big enough for him and his friend.”

“Ryan,” I confirm.

“Yes, that piece of shit. He lost his guts because I wrapped them around Edward’s neck and tried to strangle him with his friend’s intestine.”

“Fuck, you’re sick,” I half-joke, half-moan as I soak his cock with a new flood of arousal.

“I’ll be the vilest monster on the planet if it keeps you safe,” he rasps .

Shit. Emotion clogs my throat as I observe us in the glass.

The reflection looking back at me flings me into the memory of him cornering me on the ladder.

It’s just as hot now as it was back then.

My cunt clamps down around him and he whispers, “Yes, Mallory. Give it to me.” The way he can read my body so easily is infuriating most of the time, but at times like this…

it’s perfection. It proves his soul is woven into mine in the most primal way possible.

His fingers tighten on my neck as he slaps my ass and I explode.

His skilled fingers find my clit, sending my orgasm to another level, as he fucks me as deep as he can.

“I chopped off Edward’s hands for touching you.

Force fed him his eyeballs for looking at you.

Cut his achilles tendons so he couldn’t run away, then burned him alive for threatening you.

” My body goes into overdrive listening to him, and instead of taking what he gives me, I slam back on him.

Fucking him as ruthlessly as he does me.

“Yes, my lethal little slut. Fuck me so good I fill up that pretty cunt.” I extend my arm back around his neck to pull the mask free, this time he lets me.

The sweat smeared paint on his face makes him look even more dangerous, and I tug his lips to mine.

We crash together, tongues warring as he holds me against him.

The way I wind my hips and suck his tongue have him finding release.

Ghost’s arms wrap around my body in a crushing embrace, teeth sinking into my nape as he pumps himself into me.

I watch him in the mirror, witnessing him coming undone because of me.

I grind myself against him, as best I can with the hold he has on me, working him through his climax.

His eyes meet mine in the glass, and when he raises his head completely, a thin colouring of my blood coats his lips.

His tongue slips out to lick them clean, and my insides clench.

Nox slips out of me, moving to turn on the shower.

“I knew you killed them all,” I say, breaking the silence.

“Mallory, I’ll kill anyone that stands in your way.”