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“Please, no!” my attacker begs. “Don’t!”

I should head back, but I don’t. I linger and sniff the air. Is that gasoline? A bloodcurdling, guttural scream pierces my ears. A scream of pure agony.

Lex steps out of the stall, and the guy howls in pain behind him.

His entire groin is ablaze as he desperately slams the shower button.

Unfortunately for him, they are unreliable, and no water comes.

He hurtles out, his dick still sizzling like a sausage on a barbecue.

Much to my disappointment, a heat detector must sense the fire as sprinklers automatically power on from above, blasting us with stagnant water.

Lex grabs my arm and drags me down the hall to my room, leaving a wet trail of footprints in our wake.

Once inside, my chest heaves as I struggle to catch my breath, and I shiver through my soaked clothes.

“You…” My teeth chatter. “You… set him on fire… for me?”

“I’m the only one who can make you scream, Little Ghost,” Lex says matter-of-factly with no trace of remorse. “He got what he deserved.”

“You didn’t need to do… that,” I say.

Lex grabs my chin, wrenching my face to look into his crazy eyes. “Would you rather I stood by and watched while he raped you?”

Up close, I can see his scars properly for the first time. How one half of his face, smooth and marble-like, meets raised pink lines. He catches me staring. His hazel eyes appear to redden at their center, matching the fire he just started.

“What’s wrong?” Lex sneers. “Scared of what you see, Little Ghost?”

Instead of shying away from him, I stroke his scarred cheek. He winces, but I don’t move my hand. I swallow hard, fighting my fear, and trace my fingers along his bumpy skin.

“What happened?” I dare to ask. “Did my father do that to you?”

“No,” Lex says, catching my wrist. “That’s one of the few scars your father isn’t responsible for.” He breaks eye contact. “My family died in a fire. That’s all you need to know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he replies bluntly, wiping his wet, dark hair out of his face. “I’m not.”

I have so many questions, but I’ve already pushed my luck. Outside my room, there’s a rush of wheels accompanied by a familiar scream that gradually grows fainter.

“You should go,” I say. “If they find you here, they’ll lock you up again.”

“Do you really want to get rid of me so soon?” Lex asks, stepping closer. The tiny room shrinks more with him inside it. “The asylum is in lockdown. We’re going nowhere.”

“What about Aiden?” I ask. “He’ll be wondering where one of his minions?—”

Lex’s jaw clenches. “I’m not a minion.”

I’ve struck a nerve. I shouldn’t annoy the man who has just set someone’s cock on fire, but I can’t help myself.

“That’s not what it looks like,” I say. “You and Eli follow Aiden’s rules.”

“Rules are made to be broken,” he says. “You should know that by now. And besides, you owe me.”

“Owe you?” I shake my head in disbelief. “After what you did last night, I owe you nothing.”

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it,” he says, licking his lips. “I can still taste your sweet pussy on my tongue.”

I back away from him until my calves hit the metal sides of the bed.

“Are you afraid?” His British accent makes everything sound better, even when it’s a cloaked threat. “You should be.”

“You won’t hurt me,” I say, hoping I’m right.

He’s inches from me, and there’s nowhere to run. His radiating body heat warms me through my wet clothes, and my nipples stand to attention, clearly visible through my sweater. He looks down, the corner of his mouth tilting into a twisted grin.

He arches an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

Before I can respond, his lips are on mine. His fingers weave through my hair, and he pulls me closer. The lingering smell of gasoline goes straight to my head, sweeping me away in an inferno. His tongue plunders my mouth, and I wrap my arms around his neck, blaming my eagerness on the fumes.

He sinks his teeth into my bottom lip, forcing a groan from me.

His scarred hands pull off my sweater, and I claw at his T-shirt, tearing the fabric around his shoulders.

He pauses to remove it, giving me time to admire his body.

The white light illuminates his pale skin, showcasing every scar and line of his delicious, defined muscles.

I run my hands over his marks, and my heart sinks at the thought of what he’s had to endure.

Lex pinches my nipple hard. His smoky scent engulfs me as he whispers, “Don’t pity me.”

I can’t help it. His body maps his suffering. Knowing that my father is responsible is almost too much to bear.

“I’m sorry about what he did,” I murmur, stroking the base of Lex’s neck at the spot where his burns end and another scar begins. “I really am.”

He crushes my windpipe in his grasp. With one hand around my throat, he propels my entire body around and slams my back into the wall, then slides his other hand into my panties. His fingers meet my wetness and spread me open.

“I said…” He slides two fingers inside me. My body jerks from the force as he fucks me with them. “Don’t.” His knuckles graze my pussy lips with each flick of his wrist. “Pity me.”

I gargle, battling for air.

He smiles, satisfied I won’t struggle as he releases his chokehold to unleash his cock.

“I’m a monster, Little Ghost,” he murmurs. “A monster who breaks the rules.”

“I—”

He withdraws his glistening fingers and rams them into my mouth to shush me, swirling them across my tongue and forcing me to taste myself.

I splutter as he pulls them out while he lines his cock up to my pussy, then grabs my ass, hoisting me into the air and pushing my back against the wall. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his middle, clinging onto him, as my wetness slathers his throbbing shaft.

Fuck, why does he have to feel so good?

He’s a monster, but my body still craves more.

“Aiden said you can’t?—”

Lex thrusts into me before I finish my sentence.

“Fuck the rules,” he growls.

Aiden wanted them all to take my virginity together, but it’s too late. Lex’s cock pulses inside me, stealing my virginity with every buck of his hips. I gasp at the overwhelming fullness, but it doesn’t hurt—not like how I expected it to. It feels… right.

“Fuck,” Lex groans, pummeling into me with violent thrusts, like a wild beast losing control. My breasts bounce against him with each aggressive motion. “I’ve missed this.”

How long has it been since he had sex with someone? My question disappears as quickly as it comes when he grasps my ass to guide me. I’m powerless to stop him, even if I wanted to. Hearing the wet slap of our bodies turns me on even more and dulls the pain of my bruised back.

Everything around us, the sirens, screams, and running footsteps, fade into nothingness. Our ragged breathing synchronizes. Being one with him feels familiar, like coming home. His ferocious fucking unlocks my primal desires, and a heated friction builds as he grinds against my clit.

“Harder,” I beg, clawing his broad shoulders. “Fuck, Lex…”

He spins me and pulls out carefully before throwing me down onto the hard mattress. His nine-inch cock twitches, and my gaze is drawn to a tattoo above his hip bone. A tiny, inked outline of a ghost. The same as Aiden’s. The same design that I fear is permanently etched on my neck.

“You want more, Little Ghost?” he taunts, taking his cock into his fist and working it.

I watch him touch himself, mesmerized.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Say please,” he commands.

I spread my legs wide. “Please.”

“I want you to beg for it,” he orders. “Beg me to fill your tight, little cunt.”

“Fuck me.” My cheeks flush. “Please.”

He tsks and shakes his head. “Not good enough.”

Lex climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my open legs. He teases me, rubbing himself against my entrance. He slaps the head of his cock on my clit, making sparks fly under my skin like an electric shock.

“I want you to…” Talking dirty is new to me, and Lex knows it. He’s pushing me out of my comfort zone and enjoying every second. “Fuck me… hard.”

“How badly do you want me, Little Ghost?” he taunts. “You need to make me believe it.”

I wriggle, writhing my hips to try to maneuver him inside me. Lex laughs and pulls back to torment me further.

“Fill me, Lex,” I plead. “I need you.”

I moan as his cock glides over my clit again.

Our eyes meet, and everything shifts. It’s as if an invisible thread has tied together in my mind, and I know exactly what he needs to hear.

“Make me scream,” I demand. “Make me scream this fucking asylum down.”

The look on his face tells me I’ve given him what he wants.

He launches into action, seizing my ankles and resting them high on his shoulders.

He enters me again. The angle intensifies the sensation as his cock rubs on a sensitive spot inside me.

The pressure keeps building until I feel like I’m floating.

He props himself up using his elbows, thrusting deep enough to make the bed shake. I dig my nails into his back, leaving my marks on his skin as my climax arrives.

“Scream, Little Ghost,” Lex purrs. “Scream for me.”

An earth-shattering orgasm rages through me like an army finally bursting down their enemy’s castle gates.

“Fuck!” I cry. “Fuck!”

I writhe around in bliss, not caring whether anyone hears us over the alarms. My pussy grips and squeezes him, wringing out every drop of pleasure. The orgasm seems endless; when one surge washes away, another crashing tsunami descends.

He drives me into the mattress. My thighs ache in the best possible way as he keeps going. I wail, feeling a small pop and a sudden release. A warm gush soaks my sheets. I blush, worried I’ve wet myself, but Lex’s eyes light up.

“Look at you,” he admires, fucking me more vigorously. “A filthy fucking whore squirting all over me.”

There’s no coming back from this. I’m ruined. His darkness has tainted me for good. No ordinary man will ever compare.

Lex groans, thrusting deep. He explodes and paints my insides with his cum. When he’s done, he wipes his hair from his sweaty brow and smirks. After he withdraws, I expect him to redress. Instead, he grabs my hair and hauls me up to perch on the edge of the bed.

“Clean up,” he orders. “If Aiden finds any trace of what we did, he’ll punish you, too.”

I look at him as I slide my tongue up his shaft, licking off the beads of salty cum pooling at his tip. He tastes of our sin and my undoing. I flick my tongue over every throbbing vein, until he yanks me back using my hair.

“All of me,” he says, forcing me down roughly.

I stare at his balls, unsure what to do next.

“I said, clean up,” he snarls.

I carefully take them into my mouth, one at a time, sucking gently to lick off my wetness. Finally, he pulls my head away, letting me know he’s satisfied.

“No one can know about this,” he says coldly, turning away to pull up his pants, leaving me shivering in our puddle of ruin.

I quickly put my soggy sweater back on, right on time for the light above my door to flash green.

“Lockdown’s over,” he says abruptly, reaching for the handle.

“Wait!” I say. “When will I see you again?”

He smiles. For once, it looks genuine and free from malice, then it vanishes just as fast.

“We’re always watching,” he replies.

“Aiden said I’d find answers here,” I say, hoping to get some useful information before he leaves. “What did he mean?”

He sighs.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he says, before disappearing into the shadows once more.