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The figure gets closer, and it’s no ghost, but a combat boot wearing devil in the flesh.

“Fancy seeing you here, Jasper…” he drawls out all raspy, stepping into my personal space so I stumble backwards until my butt collides with grandfather’s headstone. His kiss crashes against my lips, and I groan, wanting to push him away and pull him closer at the same time.

He shouldn’t be here.

Chapter 14

Reece

Every damn night for the past week I’d been hanging out in the cemetery from dusk until late evening, just waiting and hoping to find Jasper visiting his grandfather’s grave. I’d staked out the entire Capullo Vemore cemetery and delved into the historical records to ensure I was near the right grave. I’d followed him tonight, snuck in with the shadows and waited whilst smoking a joint, until he was set to leave.

Stepping out from behind the tree I stalk towards him, right into his space and so close I can touch him when I taunt, “Fancy seeing you here, Jasper…”

He doesn’t get a word in as I step closer, causing him to stumble back until his arse collides with the headstone. He still doesn’t get to respond with words as I crash my lips to his, stealing his breath. He groans into the kiss, his hands coming up to cup my jaw and pull me closer.

I chuckle against his lips, breaking the kiss. “Eager to see me huh, Capullo?”

“Never. You cornered me.”

“Did I now?”

“Yes, you shouldn’t be here Reece.”

“Yeah, probably,” I respond laughing. “What are you going to do about it? Call the cops on me?”

He shakes his head. “I didn’t bring my phone. Such earthly possessions should not be brought into a sacred place.”

I scoff. “Pftt, Jasp, you sound like a damn lunatic sometimes.”

“I’m not anything of the sort! The only lunatic here right now is you.”

I grip his neck, squeezing it hard enough to cause him to gasp. “Such horrid words, Capullo. Here I was thinking you were a sweet, shy bible boy.”

“I…I…don’t…”

“What are you trying to say, Jasp?”

“Nothing,” he pants, and I rip my hand away, sliding it down his torso to cup his dick in my palm. “I don’t want you here.”

I squeeze his dick a little, and a hiss escapes his lips before he bites down on his lower lip to the point of it bleeding.

“You say that as though you want me to care about what you want,” I taunt him, before kissing him again, harder and with enough force to bruise his plump lips. He groans, thrusting his hips forward so his growing erection fills my hand. I rub it slowly, kissing him harder and licking across his lips to taste the blood leaking from the mark he’d made.

His hands again seek my body out, this time he threads them around my waist and yanks my body closer so my dick brushes against my hand stroking him. He breaks the kiss with a loud moan.

“More. Reece…more…please…” he begs, his voice cracking.

“More? You want more?”

“Yes…” he rasps. “Please touch me, make me come.”

“You ask for too much, my pretty boy.”

“Don’t call me that!” he roars at me.

“I’ll call you whatever I wish, Capullo,” I taunt him, reaching around to grip his arse and slap it. “And you’ll do what I ask like the good boy you are.”

“I’m not a good boy,” he snaps, his eyes darkening as his pupils go wide.

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