Page 3 of Ghosts of Halloween

“You have no fucking right, Jack! Stay away from me, or I swear…”

“You didn’t answer me,” I interrupt, breathing just as hard as she, my emotions all over the place. Out of control. “Did he tell you he loves you? Because I will tell you right now. I fucking love you, Harlow. I’m in love with you, and I’m asking you to break up with the fucker so you can be mine!”

Her face goes pale, and she looks at me like I’m out of my mind. I’d curse myself for saying that, for going so far overboard, but it’s done, and it’s the truth. So I step closer, and when she doesn’t react, I cup her cheek in my chilled palm and lick my lips, suddenly nervous.

I just said I love her, and I’ve never said those words to a girl before. And it’sHarlow. If she tells me to fuck off right now, or even worse, if she laughs in my face, I’ll be fucking destroyed.Damn this girl.

I hate that she owns me so much.

“Please,” I say urgently when she still doesn’t react, just stares at me like I’m a fucking freak. “Please, just hear me out. I’ve pretended it’s a joke because of Noah, okay? He’d fuck me up if I even dared to touch you, but babe, I can’t do this anymore. It’s bad enough watching you fuck half the guys in town, but seeing you withhim…It’s fucking wrong. Please, break up with him and come to the haunted house tonight. And I’ll tell Noah, okay? I’ll tell him I want to be with you, and we can…”

Harlow pushes my hand off her face and staggers a step back, shaking her head.

“You think I’m a slut, too. Don’t you, Jack?” she asks softly.

I growl, because if that’s what she got from my big fucking speech, that just means something is seriously wrong with her.

“Yeah, you’re a slut,” I say, angry that I bared my soul to her, and she ignored it like a bitch. “But unlike everyone else, I’ll call you that to your face. And then, I’ll still tell you I love you. I don’t care who you fucked, babe. I only care that you stay mine when we’re together. So how will it be?”

She stares at me a moment longer and then turns her face away. I glimpse a tear streaking down her cheek.

Jesus fucking Christ.

“Please, don’t fucking cry,” I say, stepping closer, and when she releases a pitiful sob, I wrap my arms around her. “For Christ’s sake, Harlow, please. I went about it all wrong. I’m sorry, princess. Can we start over? I’ll do everything right this time, like a fucking gentleman. I’ll bring you flowers. Do you still like those pink chrysanthemums? I’ll buy you a hundred. Just stop crying!”

Her muffled sobs turn into a wet laugh, and I sigh with relief, stroking her shaking back. We stand like this, hidden in the alley, my precious girl slowly composing herself in my arms.

When she tries to step away, I growl and press her closer, burying my face in her hair.

“One more minute,” I murmur, holding her so tight, she probably can’t breathe. “Please, princess. Just one more minute.”

Harlow gives in with a sigh and settles into my chest as I breathe her in, letting her scent calm me down.

“It could be like this every day,” I murmur, unable to resist. “We would fight, I’d apologize and promise you flowers… And then we’d have makeup sex.”

She gasps softly, and I tighten my hold in case she wants to push me away, but Harlow stays put, warm and lovely in my arms.

“I would kiss every inch of you,” I say, my cock growing hard at the very thought of how it could be.

Me and her tangled in my bed, her lovely legs straddling my lap. Her mouth only for me to kiss, her cunt for me to fuck, all of her mine.

“And I mean every inch. I would make love to you or fuck you hard depending on what you’d need that day. I think, if we were together and I could take you home right now, I’d be very gentle. I’d make sweet love to you and treat you like a princess.”

Harlow presses her face to my chest, trembling, and I’m not sure if she’s crying again or laughing at me. If it’s the former, I gotta push her while she’s still vulnerable and make her agree. If the latter… At least I make her laugh.

“And that’s because it would be our first time, and I’d have to feed you my cock very slowly.”

Harlow’s quiet, and I grow confident she’s not laughing or crying anymore. Just shaking. Which might be good or bad, I’m not sure, but I keep going, turning myself on with my words.

Fuck, I hope she’s wet, too.

“If you tell your boyfriend to fuck off, I’ll show you. I’m not bragging when I say you won’t be able to take me just like that. I could hurt your sweet little pussy, so I’ll do my best to go slow when it’s our first time. I’ll be very caring, princess. I’ll make you come with my mouth, and when you’re ready, you will be a good little girl for me and take every inch. And when I’m inside you, I will look into your eyes and tell you how much I love you.”

When she tries to pull away, I hold her closer.

“And when you’re well used to my cock, I will pound you hard,” I say, my voice growing raspy, because fuck, I want her now. So fucking much. “And after you cream yourself all over my dick, I’ll come deep inside you, and then I’ll have you stand and watch as my cum trickles out of you. So if you want me, better make sure you’re on birth control, cause I won’t fuck my girl through a rubber. You’ll take every drop like my good little girl.”

When Harlow pushes me hard and staggers back, I have an urge to laugh and turn it into a joke, just as I always did in the past, but I resist it. I don’t laugh, don’t smile, only watch the deep blush coloring her cheeks. Her pupils are wide, eyes glassy, and I fucking know.

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