Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 98892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98892 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
“H.” She pushes back against my groin and I pause, clenching my jaw to stop from tearing my pants off and fucking her until I kill her. “O.” Blood continues to spill over her back, but not in a way that I can’t clean up easily later.
I dip my finger again and continue, flicking my button off with my other.
A slight moan leaves her when she breathes out the next letter. “S.”
I flip her back around to face me, my hand back on her throat as she bats her lashes up at me and slowly lowers herself onto her knees. With one hand, I wrap my fingers around her chin to tilt her head up while bringing my bloody finger to the center of her forehead, right between her eyes. I draw a line, and on the lower part of that line, I draw a cross.
Her lips part, and instead of fear, her tongue sneaks out and dampens her bottom lip. “T…” It was an upside-down cross, but T will do.
I bring my finger to my mouth and suck her blood off. “Say the whole word.”
“Ghost.”
“Do what you wanna do, Mer.”
Her fingers are around my cock and I fight a groan, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of the pleasure she’s just unleashed into me from a simple fucking touch. Her little hand can’t fit around the circumference of my girth, and somehow looking down at her from this angle just makes her look even smaller.
I fucking love it. “I’m gonna tear you apart.”
Her eyes are on my cock as she massages it to a torturous strum, her thumb gliding beneath the head. She finally drags her greedy eyes off and brings them up to mine. “Do it. All you’ll find is your name carved into my bones.” Then her mouth curves into a perfect O as she slowly encloses the tip of my cock. She slides down, covering me with her warmth as her tongue wraps around the base. She takes me slowly, not because I know she can’t take me hard and fast, but because she wants to kill me just that much more. She’s asserting the power that we always fight for during sex, only I’m not a fucking teenager anymore, and that power is fucking mine.
When I hit the back of her throat and she swallows me farther, I dig my hand into her hair as a hiss leaves my mouth. The inside of her mouth latches around my length as she flicks her tongue out every time she pulls away. She continues to suck me harder, faster, her hand working and her eyes staying on mine.
Wrapping her hair around my wrist, I pull her up to her feet and she peers over my shoulder, looking at Mal.
“Oh, what?” I say, following her line of sight over my shoulder. “Thought that was your kink?”
She slides up onto my desk, her hand coming to the blade as she slowly flicks her thumb over the sharp side. “Do you remember all of them?”
I smirk, grabbing her by the backs of her thighs and pulling her directly into me.
“So you’re Ghost?” she asks, bringing the blade to my throat.
I turn my head to the side as the sharp tip bites into the center of my throat. The sting follows a line as she drags it down until she stops at my collarbone. “Yeah.”
She places the knife on her thigh and brings her finger to the cut. “You don’t know who I am either, you know. I’m not the same anymore.”
“What, you wanna trace something I already know in my blood over my chest?”
The corner of her mouth curves up as she brings her finger to her lips and sucks off my blood. “No. I’d rather you do that.”
I grab her by the back of the throat until her lips are on mine.
Dragging my tongue over the edge of her lip, catching the residue of blood, I kiss her hard while tightening the grip I have on her hair. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer until she’s rubbing over me. I push into her warmth, sinking my teeth into her shoulder. Her head swings back and I tug back, exposing her throat while keeping her locked in place. Rocking my hips back, I bring my other hand to her throat, pulling her lips into mine. She clenches around me tightly, her hips rising up to mine as she drags her tongue over the cut on my throat, peeking over my shoulder at Mal.
I look over my shoulder, smirking at him. “You wanna turn, or you wanna get out?”
He moves out of the room smoothly, unaffected. He’s seen some shit, and this would be the least of it.
Mer drags her bloody lips up my jaw, resting on my cheek when my grip on her throat tightens and her breathing stops. Her hips buckle forward, her thighs clenching around my waist when my other hand dives into her hair, massaging her scalp before I clench a handful and pull her head back. Her emerald eyes roll to the back of her head as her tight cunt convulses around my cock. Her legs violently shake and I release her throat, shoving her down onto the desk.