Page 79 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

Suddenly, a large hand clamps down over my mouth and hauls me backwards.

I try to scream, but it’s muffled. Bucking against the assailant is proved pointless as I’m restrained by a strong arm wrapped around my middle.

He pulls me down the hall, and into the mini library.

My attacker lifts me, crossing the room to the new couch Nox bought me from the antique store.

He spins, dropping himself into a sitting position with me on his lap.

The tattooed hand releases my mouth, moving to position his pierced cock at my entrance.

I try to wiggle away but he just lazily swipes the tip back and forth through my wetness.

As though my fighting and resistance isn’t even making a difference.

He slickens his shaft before jutting his hips forward, slamming inside me.

His hold on me tightens, forcing me down on his length as I cry out from the brutal intrusion.

“Fuckkkk, I love the way you scream for me, little siren,” Ghost’s deep rumbling voice echoes around me as he lifts and drops me on his cock.

His rough palms drag up my sides, pulling my shirt off.

Then his fingers work quickly to undo the elastic in my hair, removing the ponytail it’s been in since I made us brunch this morning.

My wavy tresses fall around my shoulders, and he sweeps them to the side, placing soft kisses across my skin as his cock rocks inside me.

I want to moan from the sensation but I snap my mouth shut, keeping every sound he pulls from me caged tight.

Noticing my silence, he starts to fuck me harder.

“Don’t you dare fucking start with me, Mallory. ”

I have to smother the laugh I want to taunt him with as devilish ill intention unfurls within me. Oh, I’ll fucking start alright. How dare he leave me hanging like that and then scare the hell out of me, even if I like that shit .

“Or what?” I scoff.

Nox shoves me off his lap so fast I can’t even brace for impact as my knees hit the soft, grey plush carpet. He drops to the floor behind me, splaying his palm between my shoulder blades, forcing my chest to the ground. His tongue licks through my very exposed cunt, and I try to squirm away.

Crack!

Ghost’s palm comes down hard on my ass. “Don’t fucking move,” he snarls against my skin. My flesh flushes with heat as his tongue dives into my centre. Ravenously, he feasts upon me. Lapping up every drop of my arousal before he lifts my pussy to his face, and sucks on my clit.

“Shit, Ghost,” I pant, breaking my silence. I swear I can feel the smile spread across his face as he devours me. My ability to support myself is wavering the closer I get to exploding.

Ever so slowly, he pulls his mouth away from me, lowering me back to the floor.

Silent as the dead of night, he patiently waits for me to catch my breath, the promise of an orgasm fading away as reality filters back in.

My body cools as the thin sheen of sweat on my skin sends a chill running through me.

Blinking twice, the horny haze lifts enough for me to see clearly once again.

All of a sudden, Nox’s fingers dive into my hair, curling tight as he lines his cock up with my swollen entrance and slams home.

I smother my scream of euphoria against my arm but he tugs my head back.

“Pick a book,” he breathes, pushing his dick as far into me as it will go, circling his hips.

“What? ”

“Pick. A. Fucking. Book.” He punctuates each word with a thrust, completely preventing my ability to even look at the bookshelves surrounding me.

I point aimlessly in front of me as my eyes cross from pleasure.

Nox focuses his weight on where we’re joined, using our connection to hold him steady as he leans over me to retrieve whatever novel I chose.

He flexes his dick inside me, the throbbing of him so deep has me fucking breaking apart for him.

“Please,” I cry. “Let me fucking cum.”

Nox pulls me up so my back is against his firm chest, banding his arm securely around me. “Not yet,” he growls. The fluttering of pages mixes with the sound of my erratic breathing as he slowly slides in and out of my tender pussy. “Lucky for me you like to tab everything. ”

Fuck, he isn’t going to do what I think he is, is he?

“ He grabs my hips and pulls me up, rubbing my ass cheeks before spanking me. ‘I was trying to be nice.’” he recites darkly in my ear.

“ He spanks me again, then I’m jerked forward by the motion of him ripping my leggings up the back.

‘But, you had to go and be a mouthy little brat.’” Ghost pauses, breathing heavily.

“This woman sounds an awfully lot like you,” he jokes.

“Shut up, keep reading,” I plead, rolling my hips.

“ I’m so fucking wet for him, it’s sliding down my thighs.

” Ghost continues. “ I feel his shaft running through my arousal and then he’s slamming into me.

I scream into the cushions. Fuck, he’s so deep, I swear I feel him in my throat.

” Nox pulls out then plows back into me.

“Can you feel me in your throat, baby? Maybe you’d rather suck my cock while I read your filthy little books to you. ”

“Whatever you want, Ghost. Just make me cum. ”

“But I’m not done torturing you yet, Mallory,” he coos so annoyingly sweetly.

Frustrated tears accumulate in the corner of my eyes, and one breaks away, sliding down my cheek.

Lennox’s hot tongue drags up my skin, licking up my tear.

Then he’s turning my head, crashing his mouth onto mine.

He kisses me hard enough to bruise my lips before pushing me back down to the carpet.

My nipples rub against the fibres, sending my stimulated body into overdrive.

Nox wraps my hair around his fist, tethering me to the brutal pace at which he fucking destroys me.

His palm cracks off my ass again. “Pay attention,” he growls, before flipping the page and continuing.

“ He pulls out torturously slow, and I feel every inch of him as his piercing drags inside of me. ” Ghost copies the book to the letter, slowing his thrusts to an agonizing pace so I feel his frenum stud rubbing deliciously against my inner walls.

“ Then he slams back into me. Hard. ” And Nox does, plowing into me so ruthlessly he needs to steady me with his firm grip on my hip.

“ It feels so fucking good, the way he manipulates my body .” Nox releases my hip, moving his hand down between my legs to rub my clit.

“Do you like the way I manipulate your body, little siren? Like it’s my own personal toy? ”

“Yes,” I pant.

“What’s that? I can’t quite hear you?”

“Yes!” I cry out as he slaps my swollen bud.

“ You’re so fucking tight, baby, ” he keeps reading. “ His words pushing me towards my release. ‘Your pretty pussy strangles my cock so fucking perfectly. ’” Ghost pulls out then presses back in slowly, “Fuck yes, your cunt is made for me, baby.”

“ Yes. Ghost. Fuck. Don’t. Stop, ” I recite, knowing this part of the book like the back of my own hand.

“ Never, ” he growls. “ His body crushes mine. Thrusts becoming quick and shallow .” Nox follows suit, fucking me the way the pages direct. “ I’ll never fucking stop, Mallory. I’ll haunt you to the end of our existence. And, even then, I’ll follow your soul into the unknown. ”

I scream as my orgasm tears through me with a ferocity I’ve never known. “How fucking dare you,” he rumbles. Ghost drops the book beside us and pulls out, flipping me onto my back then impaling my shaking body on his fat cock once more.

“I’m sorry,” I cry as he fucks me with a passion that could rival everything before this.

“No, you’re not,” he pants, leaning down until our foreheads touch. “But you will be.”

My eyes snap open, and the darkness that shadows his face would have previously rattled me. Now, it makes my cunt pulse around his length. “Doubt it,” I taunt, threading my fingers into his shaggy hair. Gripping tight, I jerk his head back to look me in the face. “Now fucking cum for me, Nox.”

“No,” he grinds out, fighting off his own pleasure.

I wrap my legs tight around him, “Come on, be a good little stalker and fill me up.”

I watch entranced as his resolve absolutely crumbles, eyes rolling back, as he erupts with a roar that undoubtedly sears itself upon my soul.

“Did you pick a movie yet?” Nox asks from the kitchen, getting our drinks and bringing them to the coffee table in the living room. “The pizza should be here soon.”

“Not yet, what do you want to watch?” I reply, putting down our blankets and pillows. I’m turning the couch into a haven of comfort for this long overdue cuddle and movie session.

“Whatever you want, I’m not picky,” he says, helping me spread out the heavy duvet from our king size bed.

“Neither am I.”

“Can you just pick something?” Nox pokes me in the ribs playfully, then flops down onto the couch, messing up my masterpiece.

“Why can’t you?” I huff, tugging on his shirt but he doesn’t move.

“Because I want you to pick,” he says, grabbing onto my hoodie, and pulling me down next to him.

“Well, I want you to pick.”

Nox’s phone rings, interrupting our inability to pick something to watch. He smirks, pulling it out of his pocket. “Oh shoot, I’ve got to take this. Be a dear and pick a movie for us to watch while I’m on the phone, pretty please.”

I scowl at him while his smile just beams back at me.

“Hello,” he says, answering the call. I give him the finger, then open one of the many streaming services I pay for.

Gently, he taps me on the arm. I turn my attention away from the TV screen, looking over my shoulder at him.

His hand covers the mouth piece on his cellphone.

“Did you order a pizza for Grey and Victoria?” he whispers. I nod slowly.

Nox turns back to the call. “Yes, that was her,” he says. There’s a pause, then Nox replies, “Alright man, talk to you later.” He hangs up the call, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

Turning his attention back to me, Lennox smiles warmly. “Greyson wanted to say thank you for the pizza.”

“Oh, okay.” I reply quietly, facing back to the TV and switching on “My Bloody Valentine”.

Nox’s warm palm cups my cheek, turning my face back to him. “That was really sweet of you, even if Hawaiian pizza is as repulsive as cheese whiz on waffles.”

A laugh escapes my lips, “You don’t like anything.”

“I like you,” he says, eyes locking with mine as tingles flutter through my body.

“That’s one thing.”

“I like everything about you. That’s many things.”

The loud intro of the movie starts, newspaper clippings flitting across the screen.

It grabs Nox’s attention, diverting his eyes from me momentarily.

“Oh, I love this movie.” He grabs me quickly, without taking his eyes off the screen, and pulls the blanket to cover us.

I snuggle into his broad chest, soaking up his heat.

He’s completely into the movie, and I take this time to watch him for a change. My heart swells, threatening to burst right out of my chest because of the emotions overwhelming me. I shift my body closer to him, and his hold on me tightens.

Would it be weird to commission someone to paint his beautiful fucking face so I can hang it on my wall ?

Probably.

Should I look into it anyway?

Definitely.

“If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t be watching much more of the movie,” he rumbles without looking at me. A thrill sails through my veins as my face heats. “Turn around and watch the show, the pizza will be here soon.”

“Fine,” I huff, rolling my eyes. I turn back to the screen, trying to focus on the movie.

However, my mind drifts to Victoria. Was she mad I sent the pizza?

Did she eat it or throw it out? It shouldn’t bother me, but it does.

Why did Grey call instead of her? She could have easily thanked Nox for it.

I hope something as simple as pizza didn’t send her into a spiral.

But maybe it will grip her by the heartstrings and tug her back into my orbit, then I can apologize to her when I’m not doused in another person’s blood.

Nox’s lips graze the shell of my ear, pulling me out of my thoughts, and sending a wave of anticipation rolling through me.

“Don’t float away on me or I’ll have to find a way to keep you grounded.

” He nips at my neck then kisses the spot while I shiver at his words.

I’m ready to launch myself at him, movie be damned, but the doorbell rings.

“Pizza’s here,” he says, jumping over the back of the couch and abandoning me.

He strides over to the door, opening it, and doing the awkward dance of swapping the money for the pizza boxes.

How does everything about him turn me on?

It’s not fair to be that good looking while paying for dinner.

It doesn’t help that his monster dick is just swinging freely beneath those grey joggers, and his black, long sleeve shirt is pushed up his forearms, exposing the tattoos inked into his skin.

Silently, I watch him from the couch, carrying on casual small-talk with Miles’s son.

Finally, their conversation ends and he closes the door, pressing the button to lock it. Lennox strolls through the house to the kitchen, placing the pizzas on the island. My mouth waters, and I can’t help but think I’m anything but hungry right now.