Page 15 of Dust to Dust

The world wouldn't know what to do with us.Ghost replied.

They never know what to do when gifted an actual genius Ghost.

"You do that a lot; slip deep inside your head somewhere. Where are you running to?" Titan asked as he lifted his hand and cupped my face. I wanted to lean into his warmth. It had been so long since anyone cared for me. The problem was this was an act. Wasn't it?

Instead, I jerked back. Offended, he thought I'd take the cowards' way and run, "What makes you think I'm running? Maybe I'm plotting my next move."

His touch turned hard as he gripped my jaw. "We're done with the games Nova, Elsa, whatever name you want. There are no more moves to be plotted or made. There is no more board to play the game on." He grabbed me by my chin and brought his face closer to mine. "The games are done. You are mine, and I'm yours. Eventually, everything will go back to how it should have been." There was that spark of hope in his deep baby blue eyes again—a hidden message in his words. Titan knew something; just like his father, he was full of secrets and lies.

Do you want to go back to how things used to be?Ghost inquired. Deep down, I knew she would be content. Ghost would always find some silver lining and forgive Titan.

Oh Ghost, do I want to return to my weak, pathetic self? To the blonde hair angel who fell from heaven and barely survived the fall? NO!Things would never be how they should have been. My parents were never coming back, and neither was Elsa.

"If you're expecting to find Elsa, you won't," I told Titan. Our lips were so close that mine brushed against his when I spoke. I could feel the heat from his body radiating off him and seeping into my core, feeding my wanted desires. Titan was nuclear, and his radiation had affected me. It sickened Elsa and eventually turned her into a new kind of beast.

"And you won't find the boy you knew either." His words were tinged with pain. Titan slammed his lips onto mine. I kissed him back with all the hate in my blackened heart. I bit and sucked and tried to show him the pain I felt. Titan and I were two mega-energy forces about to collide and create something new.

The sound of ripping fabric and moans filled the once stale air. I sunk my teeth into his plump bottom lip, drawing blood this time. Titan responded by pushing his hardness between my legs grinding it against my sensitive core.

Hold on, Ghost, because I'm not giving you control this time.By the time I made my move, I was already straddled on Titan's lap. I shoved both palms onto his chest, forcing him to lay back on the bed. He looked at me and grinned, "I'm the King," he flipped me, switching positions before he attacked my mouth with his lips again. We were so hot and heavy with hate that there was no need for foreplay. I didn't even remember Titan slipping my pants off, but he did. My legs wrapped around him, flesh to flesh, hate to passion with a bruising strength when he thrust in.

I screamed in pain and pleasure, more pleasure from the delicious feeling of his fullness. There was nobeforeTitan, and there would never be an after. He erased any others from the past and present. No one could, or would, compare to how Titan King felt. He swiveled his hips, hitting me intensely before he pulled out, only to push back. His attacks were brutal, but so were mine. I sunk my nails into the flesh of his back, feeling and clawing over all the ridges of his muscles. He hissed but somehow grew harder inside of me. This was hell, and the devil was torturing me with his pleasure.

"Were the same babygirl," He declared through his searing kisses. I could feel the dampness of his blood on his back from my clawing spreading under my fingertips.

"I'm a creature of hate made by you." I declared. I forced my hips up so he could hit the spot that drove me over the cliff.

Titan shook his head and repeated his words, "We're the same."

In and out, out and in, he kept a delicious pressure and speed until I unraveled. I clenched around him as I came, but he kept going. Time slowed into tortured waves of pleasure until I came again, and then, once he knew I was almost unconscious from the satisfaction, he allowed himself to join me. He collapsed on me. The weight of his sweaty body was like a heated blanket I wanted to snuggle into. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room. "My hate is different than yours," I whispered. My lips brushed against his shoulder as I longed to taste him again. Swiping my tongue out I licked his hot skin. He tasted of a deadly combination. Salty and sweet. Good enough to kill and bad enough that the guilt would eat you alive.

"Hate is hate. It's the fuel behind the hate that differs." He rolled over, dragging me on top of him. Locking me in his hold, I was too tired from our sex to fight, so I laid limp on him. "You're tired now," he whispered against my lips, "I'm going to exhaust you in so many ways. I'm going to deplete the fuel that feeds your hate for me. When that is empty, I will make you dependent on me to live and breathe.”

Chapter 13

Descending the stairs to the basement in our mansion on campus, which held many secrets, I heard Dash and Damian, but I also heard a voice that made me walk faster. Skipping the last two steps, I saw my cousins laughing and smiling as they talked with their guests. I paused for a moment. Dash looked carefree as he spoke. He hadn't looked like that since he kidnapped Mila, took her to his island, and married her. Damian looked like stress had been lifted off his shoulders. Their guest had the power to do that.

"Cillian," I announced as I came forward, and we hugged. I wasn't a shrinking violet, but Cillian could make me look small. Cillian was part of the brotherhood. At six-four, he was a mountain. We joked with him about it all the time, calling him princess because he needed things custom fitted to his broad frame. Cillian was as Irish as they came. Auburn hair, green eyes, a splash of freckles, and fair skin, but most importantly, he loved to box. Not just the small underground fighting my cousins and I fooled around with either. I'd be hesitant to get into a ring with Cillian. Usually, the bigger the man, the slower he moved, but Cillian was like a lightning strike. He moved so fast he could blur.

Like most of my brothers, Cillian had a specific skill set that would make many of the world's more brutal men tremble. Unlike Anders, who showed his crazy, Cillian was a master at hiding it. From the outside, he was a good old catholic boy who ate his vegetables. He was down to earth and didn't live like a billionaire. He seemed like a typical man until you looked at his knuckles and the blood that always coated them.

"What are you doing here, brother?" I asked.

He slapped my back, "I didn't want to miss the wedding." He balled his enormous fist and punched Dash in the shoulder. Dash staggered back, "This shit head didn't have the manners to invite us to his. I wasn't going to miss another brother's wedding."

Damian laughed, "Titan's bride would sooner make the wedding red than live happily ever after."

"There's no formal wedding," I announced. Not yet, but one day, when Nova accepted her fate, there would be. "We have a lot to talk about."

Cillian's big green eyes narrowed, "I figured."

We all pulled up a chair as we connected to our other brothers worldwide. It was time to confess who my bride was and what other game my father was playing.

"So the girl you thought you killed is now your wife?" Leo questioned, "How is it that we have such fucked up lives?" He joked.

"It makes it all the more fun," Anders added. He sat on his couch as he sharpened his favorite ax.

"More importantly, we need to discuss how this web of lies will come back to us," Leos added.

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