Page 41 of These Deadly Vows

He doesn’t want to care about me, but Ghost feels for me. I’m not stupid enough to mistake this for love. I know this is lust and hate rolled into one, but it means he can feel.

That maybe there is hope.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He closes his eyes, refusing to acknowledge that I’ve gotten to him.

“Why?”

He wraps a fist in my hair and tugs my head as far back as he can. Sinking his teeth into my shoulder, he bites me hard, marking me. Bruising me with ownership. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

The way he says good girl all deep and throaty warms me down to my damn toes. I know he knows I like it when he says it that way because his lips widen against my skin. He’s smiling as he buries his face in the crook of my neck to bite me once more.

He moves a hand between us to touch me. “Yeah, you like that good girl shit, huh? Set the pace. Show me how you want to be fucked.”

I place my hands on his shoulders and slowly roll my hips. I move slow and methodical, doing a trick Carla told me about, spelling out each letter of my name with each swivel of my hips.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” His fingers trace the ridges of my spine. “Faster, baby. Bounce that ass off my thighs.”

“Oh, God.” I shudder as a riptide swirls in my lower belly. My body bobbles on his thighs.

“Not God, princess. You call me by my name when I’m in you.”

“I don’t know your name.”

“Yeah, you do.”

“No. Not Ghost. Tell me your name.”

“That man died fifteen years ago. Call me Ghost or nothing at all.”

“Can we do give and take?”

“What’s that?” his cock twitches inside me.

“If I make you come with my mouth, you have to tell me your name.”

“I’ll play your game, but not tonight. Get up.” He taps me on the ass, and I untangle myself from around him. “Lean against the rails.” I do as I’m told. My controlling biker places my hands where he wants them and presses down on my spine, forcing my ass to stick out.

Ghost grabs me by the hips and enters me from behind. My legs shake like jelly as he slams into me over and over again. The lights of the city dance and sparkle before my eyes like I’m in a movie.

Definitely better than the first time.

He finishes with another slap to my ass as he pulls out.

“You should go stick your feet in the air.”

“What?”

“Before you go clean up. Don’t want to waste that baby batter.”

And like that, the moment I thought was there is gone.

I’m setting myself up for failure.

We both know how this story ends.

I know it’s going to hurt like hell, but I’m doing it, anyway.

Hearts can be very stupid things.

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