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If I had been a better man, I would have asked the right questions. Or taken better care of my little ghost instead of reveling in her punishment. Now, I’m addicted to watching her squirm.
“When will you understand? The life you thought you had is over.”
“Someone powerful sent five men after you. Five.” I punctuate the word with a gentle shake. “Your enemy is powerful and has guards more skilled than the assholes in the basement.”
“Tell. Me. Why. I’m. Here.” “To ruin my life.” “Wrong answer.” “For revenge.” I pause. She’s not wrong. I did, after all, convert her crawlspace into a lair to terrorize her for retribution and sexual gratification, but she needs to understand I no longer hold a grudge. She’s mine, and I take care of my possessions.
“Okay. Why am I here, now?”
“You came here to toy with my mind, but someone else got to me first. They’re spoiling your fun, so you want to take them out.”
“Correct,” I reply. “We have a truce until every one of those bastards threatening your life is dead.” “And then?” she whispers, her breath quickening. “Then every twisted fantasy we talked about will come true.”
My fingers tighten around her neck. “I have seen your soul, and it belongs to me. I have seen your fantasies, your darkest desires, the deepest chambers of your heart. Everything you yearn for will be made real.”
My little ghost might complain and whine, but she’s spent her entire life sleepwalking. I’m the only man who makes her truly awake.
“Do it.” I spin her around, place each of her hands on a shelf, and kick her legs apart.
The sight of her spread out for me makes sensation rush south. My heart pounds, my breath quickens as I take in every delicious curve and contour. Her pert ass cheeks, glowing with red handprints, taper down into shapely thighs that part to reveal a tantalizing peek of heaven.
Her trembling triggers every predator instinct, and the heady yet familiar scent of her arousal wafts up, ...
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“That’s my collagen cream. It’s over two hundred dollars a jar.” My eyes narrow. “Your virgin asshole deserves only the very best.” Her jaw clicks shut. When she doesn’t complain any further, I stick my fingers in the cool substance, scoop out a generous amount, and circle her tight little pucker. “I’m going to stretch your sweet little hole with this cream. Keep it nice and supple for my cock.”
Her breath catches. “I’ve never had anyone else’s fingers up there.” “But you’ve used the toy?” I ask. She gives me a shaky nod. “Did you practice like I told you?” “Yes,” she whispers. “Good girl. Then you’ll find my fingers a breeze.”
“Greedy little ghost,” I murmur against her cheek. “You’ve been aching for my cock.”
That’s one thing she can’t fake. Her naked desire. Our sexual compatibility. It’s the one raw, unguarded truth between us, a beacon amidst the deceit and betrayal. But as those tight muscles grip my fingers, a pang of sadness grips my heart. I want Amethyst. Desperately. But I can’t trust her, not anymore. The woman I thought I knew, the woman who owned my heart, turned out to be a mirage. And yet, in moments like this, she’s utter perfection, as if the universe made her for me. My mind drifts back to those sweet mornings, the whispered promises, the dreams we wove of a possible future. I
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She lied to me, used me, but that doesn’t erase the way her body responds to mine, the way her eyes darken with need. I shove the sadness aside, burying it deep where it can’t interfere with the here and now. This moment, her vulnerability, her raw desire—are mine. As much as it hurts, I can’t release this twisted connection. She’s mine, even if she hasn’t realized it yet. I lean closer, my breath mingling with hers. “Good girl,” I murmur. “You’re taking my fingers so well.”
reach around with my other hand to rub her clit, and she’s soaked. “Fuck. Look at the mess you’ve made of my fingers. You’re my perfect little ghost.”
“If you want my cock, you’re going to lick those fingers clean.” I bring them to her lips.
She sucks on them so hard that my knees buckle. I want to throw her onto her knees and fuck her mouth. Come so deeply down her throat that her breath is forever tainted by my cum. I shove aside that thought for now and focus on her ass. Her walls spasm around my fingers, seeming eager to be stretched. Pulling out, I unfasten my fly and extract my cock. Even though it streams enough precum to lubricate the slide, I coat my shaft with more of her collagen cream. “You ready for me, little ghost?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even as I line up my crown with her virgin pucker. “Yes,” I press
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She gasps, her frame stiffening, her muscles clamping so hard around my shaft that it takes every ounce of self-control not to push deeper. She’s too fragile. Too precious. I won’t add to her trauma by pushing her body too far. Gritting my teeth, I wrap an arm around her waist and hold her close. “You feel so fucking good,” I say, my lips grazing her ear. “But I need you to relax.” She gives me a shaky nod. “A-Alright.” The frantic beat of her heart against mine matches the rhythm of the muscles squeezing my co...
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Our videos, letters, and daily conversations have etched this woman into my psyche. She might have more faces than a pack of playing cards, and there’s no guarantee that anything between us was ever real, but nobody else matches me so completely. Muscles relaxing, she bows her head, and I push further into her tight heat. Lowering my lips to the juncture of her neck, I nip at her soft flesh. “If I had fangs, I would claim you. Inject your veins with venom and forever mark you as mine.” I draw back, feeling her sphincter...
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“Oh, God!” she cries. “That’s right, little ghost, but I prefer Xero.” I build up a rhythm of slow, deep thrusts that elicit throaty moans. Her grip around my cock is so tight it borders on painful. Fucking her ass is intimate, raw, intense. A paradise I never knew existed. My hand slips from her waist and over to the dildo I left on the dressing table. Picking it up, I guide it to her wet pussy. “You’re going to take my cock and my dildo,” I murmur against her neck. “Can you do that for me, little ghost?” She gasps, her body quivering with anticipation. “Oh, fuck.” “That’s right. I’m going to
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Her juices seep down, coating both my fingers and the base of the dildo. She releases the shelf and digs her fingernails into the hand wrapped around her waist. “Good girl,” I growl against the shell of her ear. “You’re taking my cocks so well.” Her body trembles, and her cries become erratic as I pound into those tight holes, driving us closer to the edge. “You like that, don’t you?” I growl into her ear. “I wish I’d brought another dildo to fill your mouth.” “Xero...
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“Yours,” she says, her voice hoarse. “We’ll come together,” I say, the words escaping my throat in a growl. She writhes against my chest, and her inner muscles tighten around my cock and the dildo. Her orgasm is so close I can almost taste the change in the air. It reminds me of how the atmosphere shifts at the onset of a thunderstorm, only far sweeter. “Good girl. Squeezing me so tight,” I say through clenched teeth, clinging onto the frayed edges of my control. I’m determined not to come first. Twis...
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She shatters around my shaft, her muscles rippling, pumping, squeezing, milking me through my climax. My body tenses as I explode inside her tight ass, and I continue thrusting, riding out both our orgasms. As I reach the peak of my euphoria, I stare down at the beautiful little creature writhing in my arms, lost in the throes of ecstasy. Her cries echo off the walls, filling the closet with the symphony of our mingled pleasure. “That’s it, little ghost. I want you to come so hard you’ll wake the dead.” As we drift down from our orgasm, her body collapses against mine. The dildo slips out of
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Last night, after fucking me senseless, Xero carried me to the shower and cradled me to his chest.
“Because, little ghost, I have men watching the street and patrolling your backyard. Not to mention the cemetery. Any more assholes coming for you will be eliminated.”
It’s a painful thing to have to admit to being unloved by your own mom and dad. Everything I do is a disappointment, from surviving the car crash I can’t remember to being dragged out of college. It doesn’t matter that they control nearly every aspect of my life. Nothing is ever enough.
“Hate me if you want, little ghost. It doesn’t change the fact that you belong to me, and I take care of what’s mine.
He pauses to look me full in the face, his eyes burning through mine with an intensity that makes my heart flip. I swallow hard, expecting him to launch into a speech about ghosting and revenge, but he cups my cheek. “I spent seven months incarcerated. Longer, if you count the length of my trial. You can’t imagine Death Row. I was surrounded by the shit stains of society, and I’m not talking about the inmates. You were the purest thing in my world.”
“Three things can be right at once. First, you’re a conniving little ghost. Second, I know you’re using me for protection and online fame. And third, I love you, without reservation, restraint, or reason, but that doesn’t mean I won’t crush your spirit.”
“I don’t know what’s even real anymore.”
“Don’t fret, little ghost. We’ll find out the truth tonight.”
crocodile clips to each nipple.
“The sooner you realize you belong to me, the sooner you’ll stop fighting your fate.”
“You and me, together for eternity.”
“You already have my heart,” he snarls, his lips grazing my ear. “You came to me as a little damsel, begging to be saved. You bared your pretty soul and gave me a taste of your paradise. You don’t get to take that away.”
“Good girl.” My voice comes out huskier than intended, but desire has broken through my restraint. I unbuckle my belt and pull it out through the hoops.
“Next time, combine everything you’ve learned. I’m going to come at you and try to tie you up. If you can escape me, then you’ll get a reward.” “And if I fail?” she asks, her gaze dropping to the belt. I flash her my widest grin. “You may not like the punishment, but I sure as hell will.”
I hate feeling powerless, but something has changed. Despite my loss of control, he makes me feel alive. Xero is the spark that lights me up even in the darkest moments. It’s both terrifying and exhilarating.
Being with him has awakened feelings I never thought existed. A delicious thrill, a twisted sense of connection—all of it makes me feel more awake than I can ever remember.
“I was going to rub your clit to help you along,” he growls into my ear. “But thanks to that little outburst, you’ll have to make do with the bone.”
“What a transparent little ghost,”
“Trying to hide the reason for your orgasm. When you think back about this moment, you’ll remember getting pleasure from this femur, not my fingers.”
“Filthy little girl,”
Amethyst doesn’t elaborate on how she plans on making me beg for my life. In her defense, it’s difficult to form words with my cock down her throat and my leather belt around her neck, but her eyes burn with enough murderous intent to make me spray a load over her face.
“You’re mine. Mine until the end of time. Mine until the sun goes supernova, and the moon crumbles to dust. Mine until the entire universe is reduced to atoms. And even when there’s nothing left of existence but mere echoes, my soul will reach out from the void to find yours.”
“Maybe I am, but nothing you could ever do would make me recoil.” He cups the side of my face and brings his lips close to mine. “I’m not afraid of your demons. I can’t wait to set them free.”
“Love? That’s too bland to describe what’s in my heart. You’re my North Star, my guiding light, my entire purpose. I’m obsessed, addicted, compelled to worship at your feet, if only to sate the hunger inside me only you can quell.”
