Page 71 of Their Little Ghost

He gently strokes my cheekbone, then traces along the outline of my Cupid’s bow, looking at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. It completely takes me off guard, and I melt under his touch, wrapping my legs around his middle to draw him closer. Eli grins, knowing he has me.

“Fucking hell, what are you waiting for? Fill her or move,” Lex whines, bringing us out of our shared moment and ruining everything. “I want my turn.”

Any kindness in Eli’s eyes instantly evaporates, and his demeanor changes. He yanks me upright and bends me over, spreading my legs wide before getting to work. He fucks me hard and fast, devoid of emotion, like a man on a mission. I was stupid to let myself believe that he might actually care about me.

“Eli…” I whisper.

He refuses to make eye contact.Don’t cry, Erin. I focus on a spot on the wall as he uses me like a doll. Then, it’s over. He comes and slides out, leaving more wetness seeping down my legs.

Lex shoves him out of the way, ready to take his turn, when Aiden clears his throat.

“It’s time Little Ghost returned to the party,” Aiden declares.

“What about me?” Lex sulks. “I’ve got blue balls here, Aid!”

“You have a hand,” Eli snaps, narrowing his eyes as he re-zips his pants. “Use it.”

A knock interrupts their argument.

“This isn’t open for discussion,” Aiden says. “Bea’s here.”

He opens the door to reveal Bea standing in the doorway. I yelp, trying to cover myself, but she doesn’t notice I’m naked. She’s too preoccupied with examining a razor blade in the light, turning it back and forth, then giggling hysterically.

“Bea will take you back to the party,” Aiden says dismissively.

“Tick tock,” Lex says. “Daddy will be wondering where you are.”

I quickly reach for my panties, but Eli gets there first. He stashes them in his pocket alongside my lock of hair.

“Do you always take souvenirs?” I hiss.

Eli doesn’t reply. Instead, he mumbles to himself under his breath, “That’s an order, Twenty-Five.”

It’s like he’s entered a trance-like state.

“Eli?” I prompt. “Can you hear me?”

My anger turns to concern, even though he doesn’t deserve it.

“Ignore him,” Lex says, putting his arm around Eli’s shoulders. “This way, brother.”

“Time to go,” Eli mutters as Lex leads him out of the room. “Time to go, Twenty-Five. Drop the package. Drop. No questions, Twenty-Five!”

“What was that about?” I ask.

“Do you think we escaped your father’s torture with our sanity intact?” Aiden counters, silencing me instantly. “It’s time you return to your dinner. Your father won’t expect his good girl to leak the cum of two men all over the seats.”

My cheeks burn.

“Hurry, hurry!” Bea snaps. “Not long.”

“Here.” Aiden passes her a knife. “For your time.”

Her wild face lights up in glee, and she bows her head like he’s royalty, cooing, “So pretty… all shiny…”

“Wait in the vent,” he tells her. “She’ll be up in a minute.” He turns to me. “Turn around.”

“Why? Defiling me wasn’t enough for you?” I sneer.