Page 63 of Ghosts of Halloween

“That’s right, angel. Eyes on me.”

He pulls my head closer, pressing his dick against my lips, and I open on instinct. Silas shoves my head all the way to him until he’s deep in my throat. My eyes water, and he rolls his jaw, just looking at me until I gag violently.

He pushes me back by the hair, and I can barely draw a gasping breath when he thrusts hard again, cutting off my air. He pounds in my mouth without breaks, without mercy, until tears run down my face as I gag continuously, slowly suffocating. Every thrust slams hard into my throat, making me hurt until it feels like he’ll fuck right through me. When he’s done, there will be a fucking hole in the back of my head.

Silas pushes me away, and I crumple on the floor, wheezing and coughing, my throat on fire.

“Had enough?” he snarls, voice vicious but shaky.

I did. I fucking did. But he is dead because of me, and fuck, I deserve it. I deserve it all.

I shake my head, gulping deep breaths now that I don’t feel like puking anymore.

“Want… more.”

He gives me no time to compose myself. As soon as I give my answer, he presses his shoe into my lower back, making me roll onto my stomach. I don’t even have time to regret letting him do more, because he’s on top of me, hot breath panting down my neck, hard body pinning me down.

“Why you, angel?” he asks, hoarse voice tickling my ear. “Why does it have to be you?”

I don’t know what he means, and it doesn’t matter. Because Silas positions his cock against my asshole and pushes in. I whine when the head penetrates, my sore ass stinging badly. But when he grunts with satisfaction, body pressing harder into me, I can’t help but be thrilled.

He feels so good on top of me. That lean, heavy body fueled by pent-up rage is deliriously sexy, and I moan when he thrusts with a low growl, his hips sliding against my buttocks. His skin is hot and sweaty, and he smells so male, all coiled power and arousal.

“Fuck, Harlow,” he grunts, that voice so rough over the lurid slaps of his body against mine. “You still have their cum inside you. So fucking hot.”

He presses his temple to mine for a brief moment, stilling deep inside me, and my breath catches. But the tender moment is over in a blink, and Silas raises himself to his knees, tugging my hips up for better access, and pounds into me.

I hold on. There’s no way I’ll come from this, and I don’t want to. I just want to give him what he wants. Atone, repent, and pay, and then do it all over again. And yet, my clit buzzes with hot need, and my ass squeezes around him with pleasure, because while it hurts, it also feels too fucking good.

I’m ruined. So fucking destroyed.

“You’ll get mine, too,” he says, his head dropping to my shoulder as he leans back to me. His thrusts speed up, and I howl, his cock deep inside me sending jolts of pure fire up my spine. And then he thrusts so deep, I can’t breathe, and jerks violently, his hips stuttering against me.

“Fuck. Holy shit. Fuck!”

His voice is strained, and he breathes hard, his cock still twitching inside me when he drops a hot kiss on my temple. I moan in response, the tiny gesture of tenderness among the cruelty flooding my heart with sparks. I don’t want this to be over.

I’m in pain. I’m so weak, black dots flash in my vision, and I still want more. And I don’t know how he does this, but when Silas speaks next, it’s as if he directly addresses the thoughts in my head.

“Well, angel. I guess we can do one more round with all four of us.”

I shake, suddenly hot now with him covering me so completely, with his cock still inside. It’s terrifying, how much I love lying under him.

Terrifying because I don’t think he’ll allow it to happen again. And I desperately want the comfort of him pinning me down like I belong to him completely. Silas snorts quietly, a little sound of amusement, and kisses my temple again.

“And then, little angel, it will finally be time to die.”

It takes me a moment to understand him, and when my brain catches up with my body, I’m already shaking violently. When I shudder, desperately trying to twist, he laughs deeply, his chest vibrating against me. His heavy body holds me down when horror surges in my gut, and I whimper, clawing at the floor as I try to get free. I want to look at his face and reassure myself he’s joking, though something inside me already knows he’s not.

It’s like I knew all along but made myself not see it. A heartbeat later, Silas confirms it.

“Don’t worry,” he says softly, kissing me again. “It will only hurt a moment.”

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Harlow

I struggle against Silas, grunting from effort, but he lies on top of me, pinning me to the ground with his full body weight. Even though I’m exhausted, adrenaline fuels me, so I try to twist under him, reaching back to rake my nails down his bare skin.

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