Page 81 of Ghosts of Halloween

With a deep groan, Silas drives hard into me and stills, his cock throbbing with his release, his entire body shaking with his panting breaths. He takes my left hand and guides it down between my thighs, his cock still hard and deep inside me.

“Make yourself come. You deserve it. Just like I do.”

I touch myself, trying not to make a sound as I wait for the rest. He said five, and I remember it clearly despite my horny daze. Two names are still missing.

“Squeeze me hard as you come, angel,” he breathes, wrapping his arm over my chest and pulling me into him. “Come on. Come for me.”

My touch is too harsh, almost bruising over my clit, but it does the job. I fall apart with a muffled cry, pulsing around him, and he snarls with triumph, thrusting two more times to prolong my pleasure.

“And two are left, and I’ll never get them now,” he whispers when I still clench with the aftershocks, my body loosening slowly as I come down from the high.

His lips press right into my ear, his voice so quiet, I know I’m the only one who can hear it. Silas’s deepest secret. “But if we stay on as ghosts, maybe you’ll help me haunt them, just as I will help you punish your rapists. So remember, angel. Ethan and Robert.”

He pulls out of me with a jolt and walks away, leaving me naked and shaking against the wall, his cum deep inside me.

47

Silas

I can tell she’s running on fumes. As Harlow slowly dresses with Jack’s help, and then sips water Caden got for her from downstairs, tremors run through her hands and legs. The strip of my shirt on her shoulder is soaked. Her wound’s bleeding again.

The knife feels heavy in my hand, and I turn it absentmindedly, waiting for her to be ready. But can she, really? Can anyone be ready for death?

Cay and Jack already told me they won’t watch, and that makes me smile grimly. Somehow, I always knew it would fall to me. They daydreamed about sticking their dicks inside her, I fantasized about sticking her through with a knife. I snort quietly, shaking my head at how naïve I was. I thought it would bepleasant. Now, the responsibility weighs so heavy on my shoulders.

Especially since I have no doubt this will never work.

Sure, I told Harlow my secret and promised to help her avenge herself. But that’s not what’s gonna happen. As soon as she drops dead, we’ll dissolve like smoke. We’ll disappear into nothing, completely free. Free, because we’ll be gone.

I don’t believe in hell. Just in the big, black nothing that devours all souls.

And yes, I’d pay any price to keep on existing, even as a ghost. To stay with Caden and with Harlow and Jack, too. But my wishes rarely come true, so I brace for reality to crush us all.

“Come on,” I say, flipping the knife. “It’s time.”

When Harlow turns to me, I head for the door, eager for this to be done. That’s how I deal with unpleasant tasks. I get them out of the way fast.

“Wait.” Jack stops us both. “She has to make the promise. Remember?”

I roll my eyes before I turn back, schooling my face to humor him. This is a waste of time, but Jack is so full of hope, I can’t take it away from him. “Fine. But hurry. We really don’t have much time.”

Less than two hours left until dawn. And we’re done, all our goodbyes spoken. If we keep dragging this out, we’ll lose our resolve, and our chance at freedom will be gone.

“Harlow, you just have to promise to stay with us after death,” Jack tells her seriously, like he truly believes he can cheat fate like this. “So we can all be together.”

She nods and drains her plastic cup of water, taking a deep breath as she puts it away on a windowsill. I huff, finding it oddly endearing that Harlow takes care not to litter even in this trashed old house, right before she’ll die. I know Jack would have just tossed the cup on the floor and crushed it with his boot.

When she turns to him, her drawn face lucid even as her body trembles, I tighten my mouth, refusing to hope this will work. It won’t. I’m just letting them do this to humor Jack.

“I promise to stay with you always, here in this world,” Harlow says quietly. It seems like she prepared a little something, because she doesn’t fumble with the words. “Not even death will do us part.”

“I promise to stay with you, too,” Jack says, and the longing in his eyes makes me so uncomfortable, I look away. I know I’d never look at Harlow like a besotted fool, but still, I’ll do what I can to make my gaze impassive. Give nothing away.

She kisses him lightly on the mouth and smiles, looking into his eyes. Then she turns to Caden.

“I promise to stay with you always, here in this world. Not even death will do us part.”

A light blush creeps onto her cheeks, and Caden gives her a soft smile, one of those he always reserved just for me. But fuck, I can’t begrudge her that. And as he leans in, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, I release a shaky breath, becausefuck. I’m getting desperate enough to hope.

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