Page 15 of Like An Animal

THE GHOST

J eremy’s fingers dig into my wrist in a way that’s almost painful as he nearly drags me into the house and straight to the kitchen.

“Jesus! What is up with you?”

He turns to face me before wrapping his hand around my throat, dragging me to him, before his mouth crashes down on mine.

He’s been ice cold since we left the venue.

I’m used to him being in a mood after one of his shows.

It’s not my fault that some guys either stare at me or try to speak to me when we’re out in public, which is why he doesn’t like us leaving his room for anything.

The only thing that seems to repair his foul mood is fucking me like a goddamn beast and I’m perfectly happy with that coping skill.

He tilts my head back and deepens the kiss before guiding me back until my thighs touch the edge of the table where we all eat…the same place where I kicked Kathy out of a window and the bitch didn’t die like I’d hoped.

The blood lust I have where that woman is concerned gets more intense every day.

Jeremy pries his mouth from mine as a moan slips from my lips.

“Take off your clothes. I want you completely bare for me, little ghost.” He removes himself from me and it’s like a piece of myself has been torn apart. It’s the most painful separation I’ve ever felt.

“What? Don’t you want to go to the room?”

This is completely out of character for him. He’s always so focused on keeping me all to himself and in his space.

This isn’t that.

He leans back against the wall, his legs crossed at the ankles, and his hands shoved in his pockets.

A river floods my panties as he looks at me with those dark eyes filled with desire, his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

“No. I want you here… where they can hear me take what belongs to me. These walls aren’t soundproofed and you, my dirty girl, are very loud when I make you come.”

I feel the color and heat drain from my face. I’ve never had to worry about being quiet because of Jeremy’s room being soundproof and that was very much needed since the man consistently makes me scream until my throat burns.

His gaze rakes up and down my body as he waits patiently, something he rarely is. I’m used to him undressing me himself so hurriedly that he almost rips the fabric, but this time, he’s left it up to me.

I’m so wet and ready for him I wish he wasn’t letting me do it myself.

It seems like not that long ago that I was fighting this thing between us with everything in me, but he was right. I do belong to him and maybe I always did. Maybe I was trying so hard to convince myself that this wasn’t always in the cards that it stuck.

It took Jeremy weeks to get me to stop saying how wrong this was, how we were sick and demented for wanting each other. Maybe it is sick and maybe I don’t care anymore. When we leave this town, it won’t matter anymore that he’s my step-brother.

I pull my shirt over my head before dropping it to the floor. I slowly remove every strip of clothing as his eyes dance across my flesh until I’m completely naked for him. The thin sheen of sweat across my skin glows in the light from the window.

“Sit on the table and spread your legs. I want to see my desperate cunt,” he demands, seeming almost nonchalant about it.

I’m really liking this commanding side of him.

I do as he said, spreading my legs open for him.

“Are you going to fuck me now, Mr. Borza?” I ask as his gaze lands on my exposed cunt.

“Oh, I’m not going to fuck you, Mrs. Borza.

” He moves over to me, running the rough pads of his fingers up my thighs before grabbing my waist, dragging me aggressively to him.

I moan as he presses himself against me through his jeans.

The denim scrapes against my bare pussy and I arch into him, hoping and praying he takes the ache away.

“I’m going to fucking…” he trails off as he leans into my ear, wrapping his hand around my throat.

I throw my head back as he growls against my ear.

“...devour you.” A loud moan rips from my throat as he pushes me down on the table, the legs scraping against the tile floor.

“Why did you call me that?” I ask as his hand runs down my body until he shoves two fingers in my cunt. My body arches off the table as I whimper from the mixture of pain and pleasure.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He really likes to keep me on my toes.

“Because I have every fucking intention of making you exactly that. The day we get to New Jersey, I’m going to make you my wife and I’ll start putting my babies inside you.

You’ll be constantly full of me and everyone will know to stay the fuck away from you if they want to keep breathing.

You’re mine and there will be no question about it when my ring is on your finger and my baby in your womb. ”

If it wasn’t for the fact that he’s intent on making me orgasm, I might throw a tantrum about making those sorts of decisions for me, but then again this is Jeremy we’re talking about.

He has never just gone with what I say. He bulldozes his way in and takes what he wants.

It’s toxic, but it’s a level of which I crave.

“What if I say no? You might be expected to beg,” I moan as he circles my clit with his thumb, bumping up the intensity.

“I’ll gladly get on my hands and knees and beg if that’s what you want, little ghost. I’ll crawl across broken glass for you and ask for seconds, but whether you agree or not, it’s happening.

I’ve been waiting years to make you mine and now that I have, I’m never letting you go.

You’re stuck with me, period.” He lowers his head and wraps his teeth around my nipple before biting hard, grinding down on the flesh.

I swear I black out from the sudden jolt of pain, but jump awake when he tugs on the battered bud. My cunt spasms around his fingers as my nipple pops out of his mouth.

“Got it?”

If he considers that a marriage proposal, it’s a really fucked up one. However, he’s set in his ways so there’s not much I can do about it now.

He presses himself hard against me, pushing his fingers even deeper inside me. I moan, the scratchiness of his pants only making me more turned on.

I wouldn’t put it past him to do the same thing he did to my nipple to my clit so I concede. “Whatever you want, emo boy.”

A sly grin spreads across his lips as he moves down my body, pressing soft kisses against my stomach. “Whatever I want?”

“Yes,” I moan as he throws one of my legs over his shoulder.

“Such a dirty girl, little ghost.” Then, he removes his thumb and replaces it with his tongue, torturing my clit in a way only he can.

I arch into him as he focuses solely on my pleasure. The pressure builds quickly as his nails dig into my hip, pressing harder with every swipe of his tongue.

“Jeremy!” I gasp as the pressure reaches maximum capacity and my thighs begin to shake. I beg and plead to be relieved of this torture as he fucking whimpers against my cunt.

There’s just something about a man who makes that noise when going down on their woman.

And there I go, following right in Jeremy’s footsteps, calling myself his woman.

I come hard, screaming like a banshee. My hips buck against his fingers as my eyes roll into the back of my head.

For the love of god, I can’t fathom how this man was a virgin before the first time he fucked me because his skill level was high then but it’s only gotten higher as the months have passed.

He’s a fucking savant and I am one lucky bitch to experience his progression.

“You made a fucking mess, little ghost,” he growls as he pulls away and removes his fingers from my cunt.

He should be used to my messes by now. The man has to change his sheets three times a day because of how wet he gets me. At first, it was embarrassing, but I’ve adjusted to this being our normal.

He stands up and, with little effort and no preparation, he flips me onto my front. I yelp from the sudden move and barely manage not to smack my face into the wood table top.

“Now that I’ve properly devoured you, I’m going to fuck you,” he grunts as I hear the sound of his zipper and a smile tugs at my lips.

“You don’t do anything proper,” I tease, but his hand comes down hard on my bare ass before he lands another slap against my exposed pussy. I gasp from the sudden ache before grinding against his fingers.

He needs to hurry up and fuck me already before I start turning gray.

“Watch it or I’ll punish you instead of fucking you.”

That shuts me right up.

I like it when he punishes me but I’m too desperate for his cock to do anything that would delay that.

He removes his hand and replaces it with the head of his cock, swiping at my juices collected on my thighs before moving to my cunt. He thrusts hard, driving in completely with one go, and I scream from how good it feels to be full of him.

I know it’s not normal to be this desperate for sex when we did it right before leaving for his show. We didn’t spend the entire time we were gone teasing each other. We weren’t in direct contact for ninety percent of the time we were gone.

I’ve recently been seeing a therapist–completely by my own choice–and they said that they believe Jeremy and I are “suffering from” hypersexuality as a result of trauma.

The obsessive need I have and the compulsive behaviors match up, but what the therapist said that I don’t agree with–and I don’t think Jeremy would either–is that we need to separate and work on healing our own trauma and “addiction” before pursuing this.

Needless to say, after she said that, I fired her and left.

That was only a few days ago though. She didn’t know what kind of trauma we had been through.

The memory of Jeremy’s back story kept me from exposing it.

His mother found out the truth and Kathy blew up his childhood home with him inside of it.

She’d do anything to keep her secret hidden and I don’t want to put Jeremy’s life in danger like that.