Ghosts of Halloween (Ghosts of Halloween, #0.5-#3.5)

by Layla Fae

My princess is drowning out there, and I’ll be her fucking lifeline if it’s the last thing I do. She needs me.

“Did he tell you he loves you? Because I will tell you right now. I fucking love you, Harlow. I’m in love with you, and I’m asking you to break up with the fucker so you can be mine!”

“Yeah, you’re a slut,” I say, angry that I bared my soul to her, and she ignored it like a bitch. “But unlike everyone else, I’ll call you that to your face. And then, I’ll still tell you I love you. I don’t care who you fucked, babe. I only care that you stay mine when we’re together. So how will it be?”

“And when you’re well used to my cock, I will pound you hard,” I say, my voice growing raspy, because fuck, I want her now. So fucking much. “And after you cream yourself all over my dick, I’ll come deep inside you, and then I’ll have you stand and watch as my cum trickles out of you. So if you want me, better make sure you’re on birth control, cause I won’t fuck my girl through a rubber. You’ll take every drop like my good little girl.”

But when the shit goes down and we stand over Noah’s body lying in a pool of blood, I can only think how fucking thankful I am. Thankful she didn’t come and see her brother dying at my feet.

“Meet your demons,” the voice in my ear whispers, intimate and soft. “The Skullboy over there is Strangler. And the one with red marks is Butcher.”

“I’m Groomer, princess,” he says, laughing quietly in my ear. “I promise you’ll see the irony later tonight.”

I tried to be a good daughter, and ended up without an arm. I tried to be a good sister, and lost my brother. And I tried to be a good girlfriend, and…

“My boy, Strangler, can suck like a king. He’ll get you there. And now, tell me.” He looks at her with something cold and dark in his eyes, and for a moment, I think he’ll go in for the kill right now. So much earlier than we agreed. I prepare to stop him, because I’m not ready to let her go, when Silas surprises me again. “Tell me, my sweet little angel. Who raped you?”

I can bottom like a king. But when I snatch the power back, I do it with a vengeance.

“You have no idea how many times I jerked off to the fantasy of seeing you like this,” he says, his hot breath making goosebumps rise over my skin.

I bite my lips closed to hold back a freaking moan because the way Silas talks makes me want to come. I can’t believe he has this freaking seductive power and is using it for evil, meaning corrupting me. He should narrate porn or something.