Page 115 of Their Little Ghost

She laughs as her hand glides down my body to stroke my erection through my pants.

“I think I do,” she whispers.

We both lean in, and our lips brush. She tastes of cherry lip gloss and rum. We don’t kiss. Not yet. Our breaths melt together, and then she sinks her teeth into my bottom lip, biting hard enough to make me bleed.

I release her throat. “Fuck!”

She licks her lips. “Mmm.”

“What’s your game?” Lex snarls. “No sane girl would throw herself at three random guys from Sunnycrest.”

“I never said I was sane.” Sarah winks, unfastening her bra and letting it fall to her feet. “Don’t you want to fuck Acacia’s daughter raw?”

My cock throbs, dying to touch her, but still holding back.

“Maybe we don’t want to touch a little slut who’ll spread her legs for anyone,” Lex answers.

She nods at the growing tent in his pants. “Liar.” She turns to Eli. “Can you talk?”

Eli, thus far, has stayed silent. He isn’t like me or Lex. Sex means something to him.

“Leave him alone,” I say.

“Come on,” she purrs. “Having fun isn’t a crime.”

“I could snap your neck in a second,” I warn.

“Do it,” she challenges. “I dare you.”

I grab her throat. For a brief second, her eyes widen with fear. She isn’t completely stupid. I push her against the wall and lift her up, and her toes skirt the floor as I squeeze the air from her lungs.

Crazy meets crazy when our pupils dilate.

We’re the same.

Her nipples harden as she wraps her arms around my neck, and her thighs clench around my middle, drawing me closer.

Our mouths reunite with a new hunger. The metallic taste of my blood mixes with her sweet gloss. While she clings to me, I unleash my cock with my spare hand and slide her sodden thong aside. Fuck, it feels incredible to know how turned on she is, and I’m not gonna disappoint.

I don’t wait for permission. Why should I? She’s already soaking. It’s easy to glide into her cunt with a single deep thrust. She claws my shoulders with every violent motion, and her pleasure-filled cries vibrate my throbbing dick. She’s loving this as much, if not more, than I am.

She gasps as I choke her.

“Harder,” she croaks. Her pussy tenses. “Harder!”

I’ve heard people say that they can pinpoint specific moments in their lives when everything changed. This is one of those moments. While I’m balls deep in this dirty slut, I know that life will never be the same because she’s mine now. All fucking mine.

“Fuck, yes!” she moans as I claim her. “Yes, yes, yes!”

Maybe this is just a game to her. She’s a bratty, entitled bitch wanting to fuck a few psychos to get back at her father, but it’s not a game she’ll win.

After tonight, I’ll never let Sarah Acacia go.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-FOUR

SARAH