Page 15 of Ghosts of Halloween

“And who are you?” I ask, my voice shaky.

I need something to focus on, to take my mind off the agony. The names are threats, and they terrify me. Yet, I wonder what kind of crime he identifies with. The man who has the key to my body.

“I’m Groomer, princess,” he says, laughing quietly in my ear. “I promise you’ll see the irony later tonight.”

I frown. Groomer? That doesn’t sound like…

And then my eyes widen, and my cheeks heat. I think back, trying to figure out who he is. Was there a man who approached me when I was younger? A man who tried to groom me?

A face flashes in my mind, and I shake my head. I was nineteen. Not a kid.

And that man is gone.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers, tilting my chin gently so I look at the masked guys again. “Eyes on them. If you don’t look, I’ll make you.”

His hands are on my throat, a tight, commanding collar, and he squeezes until I wheeze.

“Get it, princess?” he asks, his voice no longer tender, a new menacing edge creeping in.

I nod as he loosens his hold, tears in my eyes.

Yes, I get it. Eyes open.

Strangler gets down on his knees, and Butcher unbuckles his belt. A breath hitches in my throat, and truth is, Groomer didn’t have to threaten me.

I can’t resist looking.

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Caden

She’s so pretty and still a kid. I have to remind myself she’s legally an adult as she shivers against Jack, so terrified yet so horny. I can tell across the room. The little bird wants it bad.

I stare for a moment longer, taking in her wide pupils, her red, panting mouth, and the dress that makes her look like a girl going to a Halloween party. She’s too fucking young. Or maybe I’m too old.

And yet, the fact she’s watching this makes my cock harden, and I shake my head, pushing away the remnants of my conscience. There is no sin, no redemption, no hell or heaven. It’s all made up. A cage people built for themselves.

And Harlow took something away from me. In my books, that means I can take something from her, too.

I turn back to Silas and look up. The face of his red-streaked mask is trained on me, and I can’t see his expression, but that’s even better. He always pretends to be so hard to please, always in control. I know it suits him that I can’t see his face, but that just means he’ll be less guarded.

I’ll wring moans out of him. In front of her, too. That will piss him off.

I shift my skull mask up, adjusting it so it holds well, and now my mouth is free. I take him out of his pants, and he’s hard and ready. We’ve waited for this for a long time.

But it won’t hurt to torment him a little longer.

As I trail my fingers along a vein pulsing up the side of his shaft, I can’t help but think how I adore his cock. Silas is perfect. The only one of us who isn’t pierced, and I’m glad. I feel like a piercing would mar the perfection of him.

He’s girthy, heavy, long enough to hurt so good when he’s inside me. He’s uncut, too. And I fucking love watching when he gets aroused, and the pink, swollen head pushes out of his foreskin.

I wouldn’t touch any other cock. He’s it for me.

Though, I do miss pussy.

Ever since it happened, we only have each other, because Jack is straight. Before, I fucked women occasionally, though not as often since I got together with Silas. He’s a jealous one. Yet, he let me off the leash in the past, knowing he can’t give me all the things I want. He’ll never suck my cock, never get down on his knees for me. I understand his reasons, but that doesn’t make my needs go away.

Guess tonight I’ll get everything I need.

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