Page 33 of Grave Obsession

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Mallory

His dark voice washes over me and I drop to my knees. “Please, forgive me.” I trace my hands up his thighs as the gaping black holes of Ghostface stare down at me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It won’t happen again.” I run a hand over his solid erection and he tenses. I undo the button to his jeans and pull down the zipper. His hand comes to tilt my chin up as I gaze into the empty sockets of the mask. His thumb runs over my lips and I kiss it. I gently stroke him through the material of his underwear and he groans.

“So beautiful. On your knees for me, ready to pay for your sins.”

“Yes,” my voice is a breathy exhale.

“Then worship me. Earn my forgiveness.”

I free his cock and take it in my hand. Slowly stroking it as I swirl the tip of my tongue around each of his balls and then lick him from root to tip.

Expletives pour from below the mask as I skillfully work his cock with my mouth. I feel the barbell from his piercing rubbing against the edge of my throat when his hands begin to collect all my hair into a ponytail encased in his fist. He pulls his dick from my mouth, saliva dripping from the tip. I stick my tongue out to collect it but he moves away. Ugh, this again? I look up at him, “Do you want to fuck my mouth, Ghost?” His grip on my hair tightens as he stares down at me.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” My voice is shaky and the atmosphere around us has drastically changed. It unnerves me. I know he won’t hurt me, but his persona has put me on edge now.

His voice laced with barely restrained anger meets my ears, “Is that a hickey?”

My hand flies to my neck. The makeup must have washed off in the rain. I can’t deny this, the mark is bright red and purple. It was next to impossible to cover up.

“You let him mark you?” he roars. “You’re mine Mallory. Fucking mine!”

“I’m sorry,” I squeak out.

“Run,” he growls, low and ominous. The beast I rarely get to see has been unleashed and a wicked little thrill shoots through me.

“What?”

“Run,” he speaks, cool, calm and collected. “Because when I catch you, I’m going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a shred of doubt left in that pretty little head of yours about who you belong to.”

Ghost

I release my grasp on her hair as she stares up at me. I can see the desire swirling in her big amber eyes. She stands on shaking legs as the blood flow returns to normal. What is she waiting for? I told her to run.

I know I’m essentially punishing her for being with the unmasked version of myself. But, she doesn’t know that. She let Nox kiss her and eat her sweet little cunt knowing I’d be jealous and borderline insane over this. Actually, murderous is a much more appropriate word. It’s why she ignored me all day. Too terrified to face the music. She deserves to feel this roller coaster of emotions.

I hate having to force her into this situation; making her choose between Ghost or Graves. I need to know what she will risk to be with Lennox Graves though, how deep her devotion to him truly runs. Will she suppress the depraved part of herself for the squeaky clean and upstanding police officer of Crystal Creek? He is clearly the better choice for her. He doesn’t hide in the shadows, murder people to ensure her safety, or jerk off into her dirty panties. Except he does, because he is me and I am him. Will she be able to break this thing off with him and just be with the wild version of me? The feral part of me that can’t be caged when she’s around. My hope is that she succumbs to both versions of me. I’m infatuated with both sides of her, every angle, the deep dark parts of her she never shows but I still know about. The soft and sweet angel and the dirty slut she is for me when she’s swallowing my cock.

Will she knowingly put Nox’s life in my hands when she sees him? Kisses him? Will she hide him from me after tonight? Officer Graves plans to be absolutely irresistible, unable to turn down. I’m cute as hell when I want to be. She’s in trouble.

She can’t go anywhere near his cock or see him unclothed because then she will link us to being the same person. I’m not ready for our game to be over yet. When I unmask my face to her, I want her to be ecstatic. Once the anger and betrayal subside, of course. I know she will be explosive with anger. I can’t wait. I’m twisted. I’m aware of how fucked up this psychological warfare is but I spent so long formulating this plan just for her. I'll flood her with so many emotions and situations that there’s no available opportunity for her to dissociate or fall into depression again. My plan is already breathing life into her meaningless existence. She’s a flower slowly blooming before my eyes.

Her palms lightly touch my pecs, pulling me from my churning thoughts. I gaze down upon her face, what is she still doing standing here? Does she not want to play anymore?

“I want you to catch me,” she whispers. Her thumbs trace over my nipples and a chill overtakes my body. She bites her lip and I’m lost in her eyes. She’s so breathtaking, I don’t know how I got so lucky. My nips are hard and she licks her lips, my cock bobs in response. Fuck, I’m still fucking hangingout in the breeze. She pinches both my nipples and twists, hard. Then she takes off running again. Her playful shriek echoing through the woods around us.

“Ahh! You’ll pay for that!” I yell out but she’s already disappeared around the side of the house. I tuck my dick back into my pants and zip up. I quietly stalk around the house in the opposite direction that she went.

I’m hanging out in the shadows of the woods a few feet away from where I flopped Ryan over the fallen tree. I can wait her out, she’s got nowhere to go after all.

Her porcelain skin glistens in the moonlight as she scales the side of the house towards the front steps. She’s so smart, no chance of a sneak attack that way. Picking up a large rock, I heft it into the forest. Her eyes shift in the direction of the crashing and tumbling noises. I soundlessly move through the forest, working my way behind her. She leans out and moves away from the safety of the house. Craning her neck to see around the corner and off towards the back yard. Her pulse is hammering so hard there’s no way she hears my footsteps creeping up behind her. I’m mere inches away from her when she tenses. I noticed this before. She can feel my presence before she sees me. We are perfect for each other. She’s as honed into me as I am to her. I strike with the speed of a viper. Her screams are music to my ears. She’s ensnared before she even knows what hit her. Banding my arms around her shoulders and waist as I lift her up off the ground, her feet dangle from my height.

“Caught you, baby.”

“Ghost?”

“Yeah, who else would it be?” I nuzzle into her neck and breathe her sweet scent into my lungs, filling every inch of myself with her.

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