Page 37 of Outbreak (Revolution X #1)
CHAPTER 36
Ghost
“ I tried…” She whispers softly. “But I couldn’t.”
Fuck knows I tried to forget her too. Losing her was the catalyst that led to me becoming Ghost.
“Losing you broke me, you know that?” I growl, slipping my hand around her head and gripping her hair tightly. My lips are dangerously close to hers. My heart somersaults in my chest.
“You broke me first.” The truth in her icy, cool eyes levels me. The anger and betrayal I’ve been holding on to was nothing more than a well-crafted lie, and that infuriates me more.
“He’s dead.” Now that I know the truth, I realize his death was too easy. I should have drawn it out more.
“Who?”
“My dad. We didn’t move away. I killed him and fled town.”
“Huh. Same.” Her eyes flash with a darkness I never noticed before.
“What?”
“Jimmy. After you left, things got worse. A lot worse. It was me or him, and I chose me.” You kidnapped a murderer. I thought she was bluffing. That really shouldn’t make me as feral as it does.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I growl against her lips, so close to kissing her I’m going insane. “And I want to hear all the details later. Right now, if I don’t take you on this desk, I’m literally going to fucking die. I’m going to kiss you now—and you should know, I’ve never kissed anyone.”
“Why not?” She asks, her words ghosting over my lips like the brush of a feather, sending a delicious shiver racing down my spine.
“They weren't you.”
Like a predator descending on its prey, my lips devour her whimper, swallowing it whole and silencing any protest she might have. Though I don’t think protesting is on her mind. She clings to me like she can’t live without the lifesaving oxygen we’re exchanging as I taste her for the first time. Our tongues war for dominance—control. But that’s a battle she loses when my hand encases her throat and she submits to me so fucking deliciously. She tastes like chocolate and sin.
I’m so close to fucking snapping, like a man possessed. I need more. Gripping the nape of her neck, I pull away. “I need you to know—I love you. I have loved you since the first time I saw you in the alley. And I will spend the rest of whatever life we have left showing you just how much.”
“I– uh…”
“Don’t say it back. Not yet.” I cut her off, squeezing her throat with my punishing grip. “I just need you to know… because I’m about to treat you like I don’t. Just so we’re clear.”
Her pupils blow out, the ice in her cool blue eyes flaming with something dark. “Break me like you hate me, Ghost.”
The growl that comes out of me is more animal than man. Un-fucking-hinged when she looks at me like that.
“Ah-ah, Death. I meant what I said. Beg for it.”
“Fuck. You.” The glint in her eyes begs for me to push her—make her. My fingers flex as I stare down at her, defiance burning like a blazing inferno.
Fire and ice.
In a breath, I flip her around, pinning her to the desk with my bloodsoaked hand entangled in the back of her hair. In another breath, I rip her leggings straight down the seam with my free hand, reveling in the shocked gasp that slips out unbidden.
“That wasn’t very nice, Death.” Her bare ass instantly pinks up when my hand connects. Hard. I don’t go easy on her. I can’t. I’m about two-point-five seconds from taking her like a wild beast.
The need to hear her screams is overwhelming. Begging and pleading. Tears stream down her cheeks. Sweat sticks her hair to her face. Completely and utterly useless when I’m done.
I’ve waited so long for this moment. I didn’t exactly picture it here, like this. But I can’t wait another second. When her ass is red and her whimpers have turned to screams and moans, she’s pushing back against me, desperate for friction.
“Does my little Death like the pain?” She moans as I smooth my hand down the fiery handprints before slipping between her slick thighs. Pulling my hand away, I lean over her body, lifting her face by her hair, and show her my glistening fingers. “Open your mouth. Taste how much you fucking like it.”
She obeys without hesitation, sucking them into her hot mouth and swirling her tongue around them like I’ve imagined her doing to my cock so many times. My cock jerks against her ass at the sensation, and my control fractures a tiny bit more as I shove them down her throat, groaning at how the muscles constrict around them.
My fingers release with a ‘pop’ as I let her hair go and she rests her face on the cool metal desk. “Don’t move.”
Stepping away, I grab my bag from the floor and pull out what I need. I meant what I said. The way I’m about to treat her isn’t going to be kind and gentle. That can come later. I’ve waited too fucking long for this. For her.