Page 44 of Ghosts of Halloween

“That’s my girl,” Jack says in a husky voice, tightening his hold on my hair. “My good fucking princess, taking my cock so deep. You’re doing so well, Harlow. Take me deeper. Open for me. Fuck, yeah. Like this. Just like this, baby. My perfect girl.”

I brace myself and push low, taking him whole in my mouth. As Jack’s smooth head goes deep in my throat, an enormous pressure splits my ass open. I gag and come up for air, groaning, and Caden pushes deeper in, the sting so bad, tears spring to my eyes.

“There you go, baby girl,” he says, massaging my buttocks when he bottoms out, his body flush with my ass. “Taking Daddy up your ass like a good slut. Keep doing Jack and don’t worry about me. I’ll take what I need from this tight little asshole.”

There is resistance and more sting as he pulls back, and I moan in pain. But Jack guides me back to his cock, murmuring softly, and I take him in my mouth, my eyes squeezed shut, face twisted in pain and pleasure.

Because although it hurts, it feels so fuckinggood.I don’t have to think, I don’t have to do anything. They decide for me, taking freely, and I let go. Sparks flow through me in a potent current as Jack holds my head in his hands, moving it up and down to work his dick, and Caden thrusts slowly in my ass, breathing hard, his fingers digging into my hips.

I’m theirs to use, and I fucking love it. When Caden reaches for my clit again, I squeeze around him in pleasure. I forget the pain, forget everything.

Only now matters. Two men obsessed with my body, obsessed with me, taking everything they need with hard, possessive thrusts.

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She should be screaming from pain. Her face should be blotchy, covered with tears and snot, and she should be begging for mercy and shaking with terror.

That’s what I think to keep myself on track. Because the dark, changed part of me, the one that instantly recognized Harlow’s wounds for what they were, is glad. It feels like a betrayal. But I’m glad she enjoys it.

I know if I saw her being raped right now, I would suffer right with her, my own wounds ripping open.

It’s a difficult combination to balance, and it’s confusing. I need her to suffer, because only then will my own pain be accounted for. Her tears are the only price I’ll take for what happened to me. For whatshedid to me.

And yet… I can’t hurt her the way I want to. Before, I fantasized about doing it the worst possible way, through rape and utter subjugation. But I can’t. And I don’t want to see it done to her, either.

And where does that leave me?

I grit my teeth, frustrated, and watch as Caden fucks her ass. His face twists in pleasure, heavy grunts coming out of his mouth. He enjoys it so much. A part of me wishes I could be the one on my hands and knees for him. And maybe… someday. In another life. For now, I only get to watch, and it makes my anger more volatile.

Fuck, but I can’t share well. Which is so screwed up, since I knew from the start what Caden wants. I’m the only man in his life.

But not his only lover.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall with a thud as a furious breath rushes out of me. Because this is complicated, too. I don’t want to share him at all. But if I must…

I want it to be Harlow.

She’s the one gluing us all together so well. She’s our curse and redemption, and I fucking hate her, but at the same time, I recognize her as an equal. If Caden must have pussy, I want it to be hers.

Not that this problem will still exist after tonight.

I force my hands to loosen as Jack chokes her with his dick, holding her hair tight while he whispers comforting words. I can only imagine how that must feel, to be deprived of air and gagged, and yet praised and encouraged all the time. Even my dick twitches hard, because it likes twisted, fucked-up things.

“Just a bit longer, princess,” he murmurs, his voice agitated yet soft as he brings her head down on his cock. “You’re so good, taking this cock so well. So beautiful with two dicks filling you. Just a moment longer, and you’ll get all our cum, I promise. Fuck, baby. You’re so perfect.”

Jack’s got it right. He takes what he wants, so caught up in the moment, the fact we have just a few hours left, all forgotten. And I need to get myself together. I can’t spend the rest of this night just watching. I have to do something. To somehow exact my price from Harlow so I can go peacefully.

But how do I do that so it satisfies this burning hate but doesn’t make me loathe myself?

Jack groans and presses Harlow’s head hard to himself, coming in her mouth. When he lets go, she sputters and coughs, cum and spit dripping down her chin, but Caden’s got her, fingers pinching her clit expertly, and while he delivers a hard thrust, she cries out, arching.

The moment she comes, I see it on his face.

Her ass pulses around him hard with the orgasm, I know, and Caden’s expression hardens, teeth bared in a snarl as he pounds into her tightnessuntil he stills, buried deep, creaming her inside. They both pant, and Harlow makes soft, broken moans, shaking, her body slick with sweat, skin glowing soft in the candlelight.

I’ve never been so hard in my whole fucking life.

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