Page 116 of Their Little Ghost

His cock fills me completely.He isn’t like Max, or any of the guys from high school I’ve slept with. He’s an animal. Fucking him taps into my raw, primal instincts. He isn’t full of false bravado, like my ex-boyfriend, who wanted constant praise. This psychopath doesn’t need any compliments. There’s no pretense. He takes what he wants, and it’s fucking exhilarating. Usually, I don’t spread my legs until the third date but, for them, I’ll make an exception.

I come hard, gushing all over him, while his friends watch. Knowing they’re watching only makes me moan louder. The guys must be more than a little unstable to be in Sunnycrest, but they’re not stupid. They sneak around under my father’s nose undetected, which proves their intelligence, and hey, I’m a sucker for a rule breaker. After all, if I did what I was told, I wouldn’t be here now.

He, their brooding leader, lowers me to the floor. His cum drips down my inner thighs. I slide my panties back into place casually, acting as if he hasn’t just fucked my brains out.

I turn my attention to the silent brooder. He’s hot with an intense look that hides a dangerous side. I reach for his face. He doesn’t speak as I stroke his cheekbone and wipe a strand of hisfair hair away. Suddenly, he catches my wrist, shocking me with the strength of his grip. If I twist at the wrong angle, he’ll break it.

“Careful, sweetheart,” he warns in his Southern drawl, conjuring an image of him in a cowboy hat in my head. His voice is deep and hearty, with a warmness that makes my skin tingle, but it has a sharp edge, adding an ominous air. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.”

“Yes, I do,” I reply indignantly, then bat my eyelashes. “And don’t call me sweetheart. I’m no fucking sweetheart.”

He chuckles, dropping my wrist. “I see that.”

“Just fuck her already,” the smart-ass British guy says, rolling his eyes. “She’s already Aiden’s sloppy seconds.”

“You shouldn’t have said my name in front of her,” the man who was inside me seconds before growls.

“Don’t worry,Aiden,” I say, flashing him a big smile and winking. “I won’t tell, if you don’t.” I wag my finger at the obnoxious Brit. “What’s your problem? Are you jealous because you didn’t get to have me first?”

The guy flicks open a Zippo and waves it from side to side. The flame dances in the darkness. So far, he’s lurked in the shadows, but he steps out of them now. The fire illuminates scars on the side of his face, and his eyebrows lower in fury because of my teasing. He clearly has a massive ego, which will make annoying him more fun.

“Watch that pretty mouth of yours,” the scarred, dark-haired monster purrs. “Or we’ll cut your body into little pieces and send it to your mother in gift-wrapped boxes.”

I snort, holding back a laugh. Maybe I’m being reckless. He could be an actual murderer—he wouldn’t be the first killer to stay in this asylum—and this might be a real threat. However, it’s refreshing to be around a person who says what’s on their mind with zero bullshit.

“Unless you put my limbs in Cartier boxes, my mom won’t be interested,” I say.

The cowboy snickers and extends his hand. “I’m Eli.” He nods his head at my British nemesis. “That’s Lex.”

“It’s a pleasure.” I shake Eli’s hand. His giant palm dwarves mine. Rough calluses cover his fingers, but his grasp is surprisingly soft. He raises my hand to his lips and kisses it, making Aiden bristle at my side.

“The pleasure is all mine,” Eli says.

“Please,” Lex scoffs. “You only want to get your dick wet.”

I whirl around to face Lex. He leans against the wall leisurely, exuding an alluring arrogance. He’s gorgeous with angular features, and his scars only make him more interesting. I’m tired of normal boys. Lex has obviously been through serious shit, and that draws me in.

Lex arches one eyebrow. “Like what you see,sweetheart?”

“And here I thought British guys were supposed to have manners,” I say. “Obviously, I was wrong.”

“And here I thought the daughter of a famous psychiatrist would have class,” he mocks. He’d be more infuriating if he didn’t have a face that begs to be sat on. “Do you fuck anyone as soon as you meet them, or is it just us who have that honor?”

“I never said I’d fuck you,” I say, despite my pussy tingling with anticipation.

Fucking guys isn’t something I have a problem with, but wanting to fuck them a second time? Well, that rarely happens, but these men? They’re different. I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff and they’re daring me to jump, and I want to. Oh God, how I want to…

“Let’s not pretend,” Lex says, continuing to wave his lighter around. I approach and whip my hand quickly through the flame, fast enough not to burn myself but slow enough to register the heat. Lex’s eyes light up. “You like games, huh?”

I lean in close, and whisper, “You have no idea.”

He stares straight into my soul when I pull away.

“Why are you here, Sarah Acacia?” he asks.

“Because my father can’t control me,” I reply. “No matter how hard he tries.”

Eli nods. “She’s like us.”