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With my other hand, I start to rub her clit as I slowly work my fingers in and out of her. The pain must have dissipated because Mallory starts to move with me, meeting my digits as they plunge in and out of her.

“Does that feel good, little siren?” I taunt.

“Oh, God, yes,” she cries out. I can tell she’s close to the edge, just a little push and she will go falling into the abyss. I spank her clit and a garbled screaming moan escapes her.

“God’s not here, Mallory. It’s just me. I’m your Ghost. Now, fucking scream for me.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Mallory

My unknown admirer begins to ruthlessly drag me towards the peak of ecstasy. He slaps my sensitive nub and then rubs away the sting. The lethal cocktail of his dirty words and skillful hands swirl around me and pull me under. My pussy pulses for him, the feeling shooting through my entire body. My eyes flutter and close as I succumb to the flames threatening to burn us both alive. His tongue licks up the side of my neck, and his lips graze back down to the nape. Then his teeth clamp down. Ghost bites and sucks the spot. He’s marking me, staking his claim. His hedonistic alpha male show of possession sends me careening off the peak I was teetering on. It feels as though my very being explodes as my orgasm crashes over me. Mercilessly thrashing me through an ocean of desire as wave after wave washes over me.

His fingers slip from my soaking centre. I feel him shifting beneath me, the denim of his pants rubbing the backs of my thighs as he pushes them down. I’m in such a haze that his deep, lust-filled voice barely registers.

“Are you ready for me, little siren?” I feel his erection. It’s hot against my skin as it rests at my entrance.

“Yes,” I slur, drunk on my lust for him.

“Then take me,” he groans as I slide my cunt up and down his shaft. Slathering my arousal all over him. Ghost grabs my hips and tilts his own, breaching my opening with the head of his shaft.

An animalistic sound rumbles through the man behind me as I slowly take him inside me. It burns, the pain increasing with every inch of his cock that I welcome into me.

“Are you okay?” I shakily ask. I don’t want to hurt him or do something wrong. Insecurity bubbles up and threatens to ruin this moment for me as I wait for his reply.

“Fuck, yes, Mal,” he grinds out. I stop the movement of my hips and chance a look at him. His body is strung so tight, every delicious muscle is on display.

“Then why do you look like you’re in pain?”

I go to climb off him, the burning between my legs all but forgotten at the worry of hurting him. His grip on my hips turns punishing, forcing more of his marks upon my willing body.

“Don’t you dare fucking move.”

“Ghost, if you’re-”

“I’m not in pain, baby, I promise,” he pants. “It’s taking every bit of my restraint not to slam my cock inside your tight little cunt and rip you apart, Mallory.”

My pussy flutters at the thought. “Do it,” I whisper.

His cock jerks, still only half inside me. Clearly he likes the thought too.

“I’ll hurt you,” he argues.

“Then hurt me. I want it. I want all of you.”

“You’re sure?” His sweet, caring voice caresses me and all my previous doubts float away.

“Yes.”

He’s hesitating. Fine, I’ll do it myself. It’s like ripping off a band-aid right? I shift onto my knees. I’ll feel all the pain all at once then it will be over.

“What are you doing, baby?”

I ignore his stupid fucking question. He can see what I’m doing. I played his game of being chased. Damn near fucking froze to death from it. He said he would fuck me hard. I intend to make him deliver on that threat. Now, here he is being a fucking gentleman when I want to be ravaged. I grab his dick and rub it back and forth through my slit. Collecting my wetness and lubing up his thick cock. I want to be consumed by him, by this raging inferno burning between us.

“Mallory, stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.” He tries to reach the rational part of my brain. It’s gone, I shut it off. I want to ride his huge fucking cock until he cums for me. I want to own his pleasure. I’ve never felt this way before, he awakens a new part of me every time we are together. I’m wild and unthinking, absolutely insane with need for him.

“Shut the fuck up, Ghost,” I snap. I start to sink down on him again, the pain isn’t as bad as before. The first few inches feel so good, I can’t contain the sounds spilling from my lips.

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