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“Then, I’ll make you,” he threatens, resting his hands on either side of my hips to box me in. His manly leathery scent surrounds me, a forbidden musky aroma that I shouldn’t like, but I do. “Don’t make it any more difficult than it needs to be.”

My courageousness wavers. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“No,” he replies. “I won’t hurt you, not unless you ask nicely. But I will destroy anyone who so much as breathes at you in the wrong way. Now, turn.”

I comply, watching his masked face loom behind me in the mirror.

“Spread your legs wide,” he orders.

Shaking, I do it, using the sink to steady myself. His gloved fingers tickle the backs of my thighs.

“Anyone could walk in,” I say.

“So?” he says, moving his hand higher. “Do you like that?”

“No,” I lie.

His fingertip strokes the laced edge of my panties and slides between my legs, gliding along the length of my pussy. This doesn’t count as being touched, right? Not when it’s fabric over fabric. I tremble, gripping the sink harder.

“Keep looking in the mirror,” he says. “I want you to watch yourself when I make you come.”

He rubs my clit; the friction ignites a lusty warmth that makes me wet. He pulls the fabric taut, trapping my clit, before curling his finger and slipping it into my panties.

“Is this the first time your little virgin pussy has been touched?” he asks.

“No,” I whimper.

“Liar.” He pushes a gloved finger inside me without warning, and I gasp from the unexpected motion. “Don’t lie to me, Little Ghost. I’m the first man to be inside your tight little hole, aren’t I? Tell the truth.”

He finger fucks me more aggressively, forcing my breath to come in short bursts.

“Yes,” I gasp. “You are.”

“Good girl,” he praises, slowing his pace, then withdrawing. I stare into his masked reflection, wondering what he really looks like. He raises his hand to my mouth, the black glove glistening with my arousal. “Suck them clean.”

“I—” He cuts off my sentence by shoving his fingers into my mouth. “Taste yourself, Little Ghost.”

He pushes his fingers deep. I choke as he pumps them back and forth, brushing my tonsils.

“You’re a natural,” he compliments. “Suck my fingers like you’re sucking my cock.”

I splutter in shock, and he rams another finger into my mouth, stretching my jaw like he’s preparing me for something bigger.

“Mmm. Do you want more, Little Ghost?” he asks. “Does your pussy want to be tasted?”

I gargle in response. Spit runs down my chin as he extracts his fingers.

“I’ll give you what you need.” His voice deepens. “All you’ve got to do is ask for it.”

“Eli,” I whimper. “I…”

“Hearing my name come out of your lips…” He groans, his erection digging into my ass. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me?”

I back up, pushing my ass against him without thinking.

“Tell me what you want,” he growls. “Say you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue.”

“I want…” I stare at my reflection. Flushed cheeks, hooded eyelids, and parted lips. “I want you to…”

“Say it,” he pushes. “And I’ll slide my tongue into your sweet little hole.”

Saying it means confronting my desires and succumbing to my dirty fantasies. Every instinct tells me it’s wrong, yet my body disagrees.

“I…I …” I struggle to get the words out. “I want you to taste me.”

“Good girl,” he says. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He plucks a hair from my shoulder, rubs it between his fingers, then leans in. “You need to get used to asking for what you want, otherwise people will keep taking from you. People like Nate Holt.”

“Hold still,” he says, dropping to the floor. “Don’t take your eyes off the mirror. If you close them, I’ll know. You’re going to watch while your virgin pussy baptizes my face.”

All I can do is stay where I am, hyperaware that we’re in the middle of school. But I don’t want him to stop.

“Remember what I said, Little Ghost,” Eli warns, gripping my thighs to root me to the spot. “I want you to see what a dirty little slut you really are.”

He gently nudges the small of my back to reposition me, pushing my ass farther onto his face.

My hands rest on the mirror for extra support as he rolls up the skirt of my dress.

I shiver as the flat of his tongue slides over my panties, warming my pussy and making me conscious of how wet I am already.

“Mmm,” he murmurs, sending a buzz through me. He hooks his fingers under my panties and moves them to the side to expose me. “Our filthy whore wants to be tasted, don’t you?”

Before I can respond, his mouth meets my wet flesh.

My vision blurs from the sensation, but I keep my eyes fixed on the mirror as he asked.

I don’t recognize the person looking back.

The face of a girl whose pussy is getting eaten by a psychopathic stranger.

A stranger who has likely done a thousand terrible things and is partially responsible for burning down a house.

He slurps loudly, drinking me. “You’re so fucking wet.” His gloved finger delves between my folds. “Your virgin pussy wants to be devoured. Do you like the feel of my tongue, Little Ghost?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

He kisses along my slit and uses his fingers to part my pussy before his tongue delves inside me.

I yelp, the fabric of his rolled-up mask pushing against me as he forces his tongue as deep as it’ll go.

He explores my inner walls, lapping at my insides until my thighs shake uncontrollably.

He tongue fucks me like he’s trying to taste the very essence of my soul and consume every twisted fantasy I’ve ever had.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten a pussy like yours.” He sighs, his breath heating me as he pulls back to admire the view. No one has seen me from this angle before. “So innocent, yet dripping with sin.”

He turns his attention to my clit, licking it like a sucker, then holding it in his mouth while it pulses.

I moan as overwhelming pleasure takes over and I’m powerless to stop it.

My back arches to give him better access, fully bent over the sink now, while he spreads my ass cheeks to bury his face deeper.

A flush of longing creeps up my neck as I keep watching myself. Watching how he can undo me with just his mouth. He’s everywhere—his lips and tongue all merge into one, like a hundred wet fingers touching me at once.

“Oh yeah,” he moans into my pussy. “Soak me, Little Ghost. Soak me with your dirty desires. Don’t look away, or I’ll stop.”

My orgasm builds to its earth-shattering conclusion. My eyes snap open, pupils wide. I stare at myself as he tips me past the point of no return, and my mouth morphs into a perfect O-shape.

Holy fuck, now I understand why people are so obsessed with sex…

My inner thighs tighten as his tongue slides inside my pussy, right on time for me to contract all over him. My moans vibrate my entire body as I clutch onto the sink to stop me from falling. He holds me in place, coaxing out every drop of pleasure he can, drenching his tongue.

“Fuck…” I gasp, shuddering.

When I’m done, my chest heaves from the exertion, and a bead of sweat drips down my face.

The world looks different now, as if I’ve gained a whole new clarity.

Mia always told me that orgasms were amazing, but this?

It was even better than I expected, better than any orgasm I’ve given myself.

But, most worrying of all, it’s giving me a craving for more.

While I compose myself, Eli stands. The giant white Scream mask covers his mouth again. Maybe it’s better I don’t know what he looks like under it. I spin, very aware that my thighs are now coated in a mixture of my wetness and his spit. Evidence of what happened between us.

“You’re ours,” Eli growls. “Ours to touch. Ours to take from. Never forget that.”

“Is that it then?” I breathe. “You’re just going to leave?”

He chuckles. “I’m not leaving. You already know that.”

He turns to go.

“Wait!” I call after him. “Is this how it’s going to be from now on? You all just show up whenever you feel like it? Walking into my life like you own it? Treating me like your toy?”

“Would you prefer us to take you to dinner?” he mocks. “Do you want us to be your dates at silly school dances? Or would you like to introduce us to your family? How about your best friend, Mia? Do you think she’d like to meet us? How about a double date?”

They know everything.

My silence is the only response he needs.

“I thought so,” he says smugly. “We’re your dirty secret. A secret that no one would believe. If you told anyone, they’d think you’re crazy, just like your sister.”

“My sister?” I ask, instantly forgetting everything else. “What do you know about her?”

“You’re not ready yet,” he says. “Don’t you remember what we said before? We see everything.”

“What do you know?” I grab his arm to stop him from leaving. “If you know something about Sarah, you have to tell me!”

With a fling of his muscular arm, he sends me flying across the slippery floor. I skid, falling and landing on my knees, while he storms away. I scramble to get up and dart after him. By the time I reach the hall, it’s already empty.

What do Eli and the others know about Sarah? My stomach lurches at the sinister thoughts and images I can’t shake. What if the man who ate my pussy had something to do with her disappearance?