Come Out, Come Out (Haunted Hearts)

by Alexia Onyx

The left side of his unfairly plump lips turn up, equal parts flirtation and danger.

His blue eyes narrow on them and he has the gall to smirk. “Thinking about using those on me? I thought those were just for you?” The question stumps me for a minute, and I quickly search the blades for blood from the last time I brought them across my ankle.

The intruder pours another, his intent eyes daring me to deny him. It’s then that I notice the dark navy polish on his nails. Hot.

He holds his hands up in feigned innocence. “Of course, pretty girl.” “Ew. Another rule, don’t fucking call me that.” “God, I love that fucking mouth.” Tenderness softens his gaze.

“Cute.” He scoots his chair closer to the table and turns to face me head-on. “Take the shot already.”

He simply deadpans and leans forward so his elbows are on the table and his arms are stretched toward mine. My attention is again drawn to the hand tattoo; the web and eye are so detailed they look like someone somehow copied and pasted the real thing to his skin.

He smiles widely. “Never have I ever. Each round, the loser has to take something off.”

He shakes his head and takes another shot. “Never have I ever broken into a stranger’s house.” His jaw ticks but he removes his shirt.

My throat dries at the sight of the smooth planes of his body. He’s toned in the way that naturally slim men are. He has abs and pecs, but they aren’t puffed up with layers of bulk.

“Never have I ever,” his eyes pierce through me like a hook in a fish’s mouth, “wanted to fuck some...

“Desperate is a strong word, but I’ll let you have this round.” The metal tinkling of his belt being undone has my heart pumping. Maybe I’m the desperate one.

“Never have I ever—” “Fuck it.” I stand and wrap my hand around his neck, bringing his mouth to mine in an urgent, needy kiss. He tastes like spice and danger, and it makes my pussy throb with each swipe of our tongues.

His hand grips under my chin as he leans back, looking his fill. “I can’t wait to bury my face between those.” He leans forward and grinds into me again. “Your turn, love.” “Never have I ever, ah—” I’m cut off as he grinds harder, his torso forcefully pressing into my sensitive pussy. “Oh my God, please, just fuck me.”

The next kiss is hungry, like he’s been waiting to feast on me for so much longer than a mere half hour. He doesn’t hesitate to dig in.

“Self-preservation is over-rated. Don’t you agree?” I nod and thrust my hips up making my intentions clear. “Prove it.” “With pleasure.” He groans as he slams into me.

Immediately, his hand latches around my throat and forces my gaze to his.

“Look at me,” he thrusts deeply into me to punctuate the command, “I want you to see me.”

“Do you like that? When I decide how much you can breathe?” He pauses and licks the sensitive space between my neck and chin. “Tell me.” His touch lightens ever so slightly.

“Music to my fucking ears,” he groans, referring to the snap of his hips against the fat on my thighs and ass that nearly drowns the garbled moans he’s driving out of my constricted airway. “Come on, sing for me, baby.”

“You can do better than that.” A devious smirk is the only warning I get before he starts pounding into me without restraint.

“100, 99, 98 . . .” I pause my counting, “I would run and hide if I were you.”

“You don’t need those. As soon as I find you, I’m going to fuck you. Now run.”

She breathes heavily and lets out a delirious giggle. I want to capture the sound and take it back to Hell with me to keep me company.

“I want to feel like your helpless victim.” Self-consciousness flickers across her features for a moment, but when I don’t object, she continues, “I want you to scare me while you fuck me.”

I’m in awe of how much she trusts me, and I don’t hesitate to agree even though I’ve never done anything like this. For her, I’d do anything.

“Run.” Skye’s breath stutters and her eyes grow wide as I loom over her, repeating myself in a low tone I’ve never heard from myself before. This time, she scrambles back until she’s out from beneath me and takes off at a run. I count to ten...

“You can run, but I’m going to get what I came here for.” Before she can descend the stairs, I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her back against m...

I whisper, “Do as I say, and you won’t get hurt. Put your palms on the stairs two steps down, now.” Slowly, she eases forward. I can feel her battling her self-preservation.

“What are you doing?” Fear and excitement raise the tone of her voice. “Fucking you within an inch of your life,” I answer simply as I part her cheeks for an unobstructed view of that perfect cunt of hers.

Her distinct taste fills my mouth, a faint sweetness that’s a perfectly distilled essence of her sweat mixed with the berries she ate earlier. And paired with the lingering scent of the orange and almond notes of her perfume–I groan as I flatten my tongue to eagerly devour every inch of her.

I could eat her out forever, but I know that her arms will become tired soon, and I don’t want her to actually get hurt, so regretfully, I withdraw my tongue. She whimpers her frustration.

“Don’t let go; we wouldn’t want you to snap that pretty neck.” As the words leave my lips, I lift her legs and wrap them around my waist,

She likes this, needs it. My girl craves the call of death. My little wraith. She wants to risk her life. Wants to be taunted on the edge. She wants me to scare her, to hurt her, more than she does herself. I can set her free.

When she lets me lay next to her in her bed, I watch her drift off and when she finally falls asleep, my mind wanders, fantasizing about all the ways I’d fuck her on every surface of this house that has been my prison but had suddenly become my sanctuary. I don’t know how this is possible, but I’m not one to complain. My plans are forming so clearly, and then it all comes crashing down.

One second I’m soaking in the warmth of her skin, and the next, I feel nothing. The heaven of her touch is ripped out of reach once again. Coldness seeps back in, and an indescribable distance stretches between us. I try talking to her, yelling her name, touching her, grabbing her, but nothing works. I’m invisible to her once again. And just like that, I’m all alone.

As soon as I pick up my e-reader, thoughts of my potentially haunted house are quickly overrun by those of the sapphic vampire queen and her new bride. God, I love some good smut. It’s definitely one of my healthier methods of escape, so I revel in it.

The beautiful vampire’s sharp nails dig into my hips as she bends me forward and traces her tongue between my cheeks and eats my ass. To my dismay, when she turns me over on my back to lick my pussy, she’s replaced by my mysterious stranger. His lean frame stands over me, palms holding my knees apart and his possessive blue-gray eyes fixated on me.

Instead of fighting it, I let him pick up where she left off. His hand clenches around my throat, pinning me to the bed before sinking his cock deep inside me.

Cats hate being wet, and yet, he lets me cry into him whenever I need. I know I say I don’t have friends, but I guess he is my best friend.

Now that I’d had her, it was so much harder to sit idly by and watch her misery fester. I wasn’t egotistical enough to think that I was the cause of the uptick in her self-destructive habits. Although, I’d bet money she still thinks of me—if the increased roughness with which she fucks herself is any indication.

I’ve become obsessed with trying to find a way back to her, but no matter how much I try to will it into existence, I’m not able to become corporeal again. I never even believed in ghosts or the other side before I died, but the only thing I’ve been able to come up with is that the veil had thinned for a short period, allowing me through. I can’t be sure and honestly, I don’t fucking care, I just want it to happen again. But days turned into weeks, which turned into months without incident. It’s bullshit, but I lost control of my life long ago.

I’m forced to idly watch the object of my obsession take on her inner demons alone.

It’s absolute torture as I sit here and watch her from the other side of the room as she cuts thin white lines that disappear one by one up that lightly freckled nose. The worst part is, Skye stares straight through me, utterly unaware of my presence or my pain that is so tangible to me. It’s haunting how this empty stare is such a far cry from the fiery challenge I’d seen in those eyes when she threatened to force me to leave her house.

She isn’t allowed to harm what’s mine.

If I ever get another chance, I’ll teach her that I’m the only one who doles out punishments from now on. I want to take ownership of her pain, become the hand that pushes her under the water when she wants to drown in herself and also when it’s time for her to breathe again.

I helplessly watch as her consciousness finally fades and the sheets stain red with beads of crimson from her ankles resting underneath the covers. I’m always on edge while she sleeps, wondering when the day will finally come when she doesn’t wake up.

My jealousy mounts until it’s thick in the air around me as I watch Skye put on the tiny black skirt with a lacy bodysuit that shows off every inch of her ample cleavage and thick thighs. If I could suffocate from the toxicity billowing around me, I would. I feel as if I’m about to detonate when her phone dings and she races down the stairs. As her skirt bounces, I catch a glimpse of her bare pussy. She’s not wearing any fucking underwear.

“Hey, there.” Her voice is sickeningly sweet as she opens the door to reveal a man with, wouldn’t you know it, dark hair, blue eyes, and tattoos. She really hasn’t forgotten about me. Hope ignites in me before jealousy snuffs it out as a petite woman with pink hair comes up behind him. She’s fucking me out of her system with not one but two people? If I wasn’t in shock, my ego might have swelled at the thought.

I halt my steps as an unexpected hunger grows in my stomach when the man sinks to his knees and flips up her skirt to lap at her pussy. I move to stand behind him, getting a view that’s easy to imagine myself in. Her pretty pink pussy is on display for me as my replacement plunges his tongue inside her and works her clit.

I don’t care how hot she looks spread out and writhing in pleasure, I don’t want anyone else earning those sounds from her.