Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
He put my family first, so now I need to do the same for him.
“Fuck, маленький ягненок,” Ghost murmurs when I roll over and straddle his lap before his fingers can get close to my hair. I’m not wearing any panties, and although my nightie hangs past my knees, just the span they must take to connect our groins wiggled it up to my midsection.
When I grind down on the length rapidly growing between Ghost’s splayed thighs, his hands shoot out to secure a hold of my hips. He doesn’t hold me firm enough not to be able to rock against him, but his fingertips dig in firm enough to leave a mark.
I don’t think he knows he is being brutish. He’s rough because it is all he knows.
“How sore are you?” he asks after another three long grinds.
“I’m not.”
He growls a low flat rumble that makes me forget tonight is meant to be about him. I want to thank him for what he did, and the only way I could conjure up doing that was by giving him the one thing he’s wanted since the start.
Me.
“I’m not lying. I had a bath. Vera suggested some oils to ease my aches, and it worked like magic.” I grind down hard, then moan, proving not an ounce of pain can be felt. Nothing but shimmers are darting through me.
“Fuck.” This curse word is in Russian and comes with the gentlest roll of his hips. “I don’t know how to be gentle. I’ll fucking tear you.”
It seems as if he’s turning me down, but his actions are on the other end of the spectrum. He overtakes the rock of my hips, ensuring the sensitive bud at the top of my pussy flicks past the rim around his knob. It doubles the tingles in the lower half of my body and has me acting as if I’m not so naïve.
I meet the rolls of his hips grind for grind, moaning every time the friction is greatened by the intense pulse between my legs. “Who said you need to be gentle?”
His cock throbs, sending my head into a tailspin. Within seconds, I’m teetering on the edge of what I know will be orgasmic, but something feels off. Different.
Ghost must feel it too because he stops rocking then tosses me off him.
My eyes dart to the nightstand I’ve hidden the numerous photographs I’ve been gifted of Hailey the past few months. I was certain I made sure no unturned corners were peeking out, but what other reason would Ghost be stopping other than thinking I am only offering myself to him for freeing my sister?
Although I want to offer him my thanks, that isn’t the sole reason for my boldness. He makes me feel like I can fly with broken wings and my knees won’t buckle despite the weight placed on my shoulders.
He makes me feel alive.
“Ohhh…”
My moan shifts to a long, windy grunt when the reason for the changeup makes sense. Ghost isn’t tossing me aside like a discarded toy. He’s settling the rumbles of his tummy by burrowing his head between my legs. He doesn’t devour me like dessert, though. He stares up at me with the worry he took off me blazing through his hooded eyes. “I want to wipe the innocence from your eyes, taint it so black, no one will ever doubt who claimed you.” His words should tighten my thighs instead of loosening them. “But if I do that, he will know, and you won’t make it to the end of the week.”
I hate that he is right, but I can’t deny the truth.
Kirill will know purely for the cruel way he checked my purity. Except there’s one thing Ghost isn’t considering. He already penetrated me.
“It’s too late. You already…” It isn’t as easy to speak the words out loud.
Ghost’s smile is barely seen, but it is enough for the heat he’s trying to snuff to return hotter than ever. “I was barely halfway in, маленький ягненок. You still had inches to go.” My gulp takes care of his ghost-like grin. It makes it a full-hearted smile. “But when I claim you as mine, I’ll be sure to grip your throat so you can feel just how deep I go.” He snickers about my wide eyes and gaped mouth before returning to his usual bossy self. “Now, sleep. You need your rest.” He forces me onto my side, then drags me back until his cock is nestled between my bare butt cheeks.
It is only minutes before his fingers find their way to my hair.
They suffocate the panic seeping into my veins in a way I can’t explain, but regretfully, even cocooned in his warmth, I know it will be short-lived.
38
GHOST
“What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?”
Alek dodges the stapler I peg at his head. He isn’t fast enough for the letter opener. It nicks his cheek, drawing out the droplets of blood I’ve been seeking for days.