Page 58 of Ghosts of Halloween

Maybe it’s high time I start loving her because of it. But for that to happen, she needs to be covered in my filth. Nothing else will do.

“So yes, Harlow, you’re a fucking slut,” I growl, plunging my fingers, the two that were in her ass, deep inside her mouth. “The worst kind, too. You don’t just offer your cunt to everyone who wants it. Everyone who fucked you got your heart on a platter, too. And guess what? None of them wantedit. They fucked you and threw you away, and through all that, I fucking loved you, and you didn’t even see it.”

I remove my fingers when she gags, and she coughs, a strip of saliva stretching from her mouth. I grip her hair, barely noticing that Caden lets go of her nape, and raise her head by the hair while she whines with discomfort.

“And I don’t fucking care I’m dead because of you!” I snarl, the words ripping out of me, a hurting, spiky truth I didn’t even know I carried. “But fuck, why didn’t you come that fucking night? I gave you everything! I told you I loved you! And you didn’t even fucking show up! You bitch!”

On Halloween two years ago, I finally told Harlow I loved her. I told her to break up with her worthless boyfriend and come to the haunted house to see me. She never did, and it hurts now just as much as it did then.

I press her head into the floor, grinding her into it and panting. Harlow sobs once, and I release her, shooting to my feet and pacing, my head in my hands. I’m a fucking wreck, sobbing like a loser, and I don’t even care.

Because this is so ridiculous. I don’t mind that she caused my death. But this I can’t fucking let go of. I fucking kissed her that day, I ripped my fucking heart out to give her, and she didn’t even come to tell me she didn’t want it. Like it didn’t mean anything.

That is what truly hurt me these last two years. That is what I can’t forgive.

When I hear shuffling and murmurs, I whip around, livid to see Harlow shaking in Caden’s lap. I’ve had enough of seeing her with other men and staying silent. And I know it’s Caden, and he’s mine, too, because of what we’ve been through together. If he wants her, he can have her. But I’ll be damned if I let her get away one more time.

“You want it to hurt?” I snarl, falling to my knees in front of her, gripping her dirty face in my hands. “You want to get fucked like the slut you are? Iwill give you that. I will give you fucking everything. But you have to show up!”

I tug her chin sharply to me and swallow her moan of pain when my mouth falls on hers. I kiss her roughly, too hard in my anger, and she opens to me, kissing me back with hesitant lapping of her tongue.

It’s not enough. It will never be enough.

I tear my mouth away and look at Caden, who still has his arms around her, nestling her in his lap.

“Together,” I say.

He gives me a sharp nod, and we tug Harlow up to her feet. I turn her around sharply so her back is to me, because I want to make her hurt tonight. And since that’s what she needs—even better.

“You kept asking for it all those years,” I say, bending down to her neck. I bite down on her right shoulder so hard, she cries out. “But you asked the wrong people. You’ll finally get it, princess. All of it. We won’t hold back on you.”

“Make it hurt,” she chokes out, and I snarl, biting down again while Caden kisses her hard, muzzling her with his mouth.

My dick is like a spike. I’ve never been this hard in my life.

With impatient, jerky movements, I undo her zipper and push the dress off, my short nails raking down her back. Caden releases her mouth with a growl and dives for a nipple. I don’t know what he does, but Harlow moans loudly, her ass thrusting into me on instinct.

“Fuck.” I don’t believe it, and yet, everything tells me she’s fucking horny right now. When I run my fingers between her legs, gently, because I plan to hurt her with my cock, not my hands, she’s so fucking wet, it’s unreal. I smear it from her cunt toward her ass, plunging a finger in, and Harlow shudders with a moan.

“You’re fucking dripping,” I say with wonder, a new wave of arousal tightening my balls. “Such a fucking slut. So this gets you off? You like being used and treated like trash?”

“I don’t know,” she sobs, moving her hips and fucking herself on my finger.

“She’s so fucking wet,” I tell Caden, looking at him as he reaches down to feel it for himself.

“You little slut,” he rasps, face dropping to her ear as he pushes his slick fingers in her mouth. “So eager to get two pierced cocks inside you? You’re our little whore, aren’t you, sweetheart? Just fucking begging for it.”

I grin when I see how into this Caden is. He hurt her the least, and I wonder if he’ll snap. He hated her, too. He planned her punishment right along with us. Now, he hoists her up so her legs straddle his hips. I come closer, supporting her back when Caden frees his cock.

When he shoves inside her, Harlow’s head falls back, hitting my shoulder, and I fucking snarl. I grip her hair, turn her head, not caring if I hurt her, and give her a punishing kiss while Caden stands still, waiting for me.

“You’ll take what I fucking give you, slut,” I say after biting down on her plump lower lip. She shakes, making tiny, whimpering noises, and I free my dripping cock, hissing when I grip it.

Fuck. Oh, fuck.I’m really doing this.

I spit in my hand and rub it over me, the head of my cock coated in precum. There’s no lube, no gentle prep, nothing thoughtful or tender for my little slut. And I know anal with Jacob’s ladder is supposed to be tricky because of the pain.

Tonight, there’s nothing simpler.

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