“We will save him too, and make sure that they can never get their filthy hands on the boy again,” he says with conviction.
He almost sounds convincing, as if he genuinely believes that the two of us can accomplish what he’s saying. Do I trust him not to save himself and leave me to die, or rot in some Order prison if something goes wrong?Not even a little.I have no choice but to make a bargain with this devil, though, do I? I want my vengeance on those who dared to take my Nightstar, and if I can help him free the last remaining member of Dinah’s family, and the other man who fought to save her, I will. Dinah would want me to do that, and then she would tell me to put a blade in his heart once they were free.
“Fine, but once Abe and the boy are free, I am going to slit your throat for what you did to Dinah,” I grunt, closing my eyes again and hoping darkness takes me quickly, and doesn’t give me any more nightmares of her dying before my eyes.
“I’ll welcome it. That way, I’ll be with her again before you.”
Motherfucker, always has to have the last word.Good fucking luck, he’s going straight down to hell, even I have to be the one to escort him to the devil’s door. He will never get near my Nightstar again.
Chapter ten
The Sinner
Dinah
Awarm,stronghandtrails up my ankle, stroking the flesh and leaving goosebumps in its wake as it slides up my calf toward my knee. My whole body vibrates with constrained energy, as my core tightens and my nipples pucker. A moan escapes my parched lips, as I thrash my head back and forth on the soft surface I’m lying on, my hair sliding across my body, adding further intensity to all the sensations accosting me at once. The need is building within me, rising like a violent ocean tide about to make landfall, and when it does, it will take everything in its wake. Destruction and chaos call my name, begging to be unleashed.
“Shhh, Atasi. I’m here, baby. I’m right here with you.” The voice is raspy and deep, it surrounds me like the finest velvet caressing my skin, and my pussy slickens further. Even though I can feel his soothing touch, he feels so far away from me, distant, unreachable. This stranger who brings me a sense of recognition, but my overwhelmed brain can’t process from where.
If I reach out, will I be able to touch him? Doubts fill my mind, telling me that he is just some sort of apparition my mind has conjured up. A ghost lover, here to tend to my every need, making me his slut and willing participant. The need rises further inside of me until it’s almost an inferno raging within my skin.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying desperately to create some friction to ease the sensations rioting inside of me. “You’re so beautiful, Atasi.Fuck,if you knew thedirty thingsI want to do to this sexy body.”
I open my mouth to encourage him, this ghost lover who promises me nothing but sin, but my voice is silent, and no words leave my lips. A moment of unease settles over me, jarring me and momentarily causing all the emotions riding in waves over and over to stall. My body tenses harshly and stops its movements.Something is wrong here. Why can’t I speak?
The hand continues on its path until it’s gripping my inner thigh with possessiveness, heat scorching in its wake, reigniting the flames and blanketing my previous worries. Just a little higher, and it will finally reach the destination that I want it to touch. My clit throbs painfully, begging to be touched, and yet when I try to move my hand so I can ease the pain, my limbs refuse to obey me.What is happening to me? Why can’t I move?
His fingers skate across my drenched pussy lips, stroking them before slipping a thick digit between them, and rubbing circles across my swollen clit.Fuck, yes, that’s what I need.My fear and doubts fade away, as heat soars through my veins and electrical currents race along the surface of my skin. A finger slides through my slickness down to my opening, and before I can take my next breath, it slips inside of me slowly, teasing and tormenting me in its wake.
I need more, so much more.I try to angle my hips to force more of the finger inside of my clenching pussy, but my body refuses to obey my commands. He continues leisurely stroking me and shallowly plunging his finger inside of me, driving me mad with the sensations, but not increasing his pace or depth so that I can reach the pinnacle of my release.Fuck, just a little deeper. Please.
Frustration starts to rise, my body becomes overheated, and sweat coats my limbs.More. I need more, so why is he playing with me and denying me my release?“Look at how pretty your pussy is, baby. Do you see how you tighten down on my finger? Do you want more, my naughty slut? Shall I fill this pretty pussy up?”
Fuck, yes!I want to beg him to fill me up until I’m bursting at the seams. A second finger makes its way inside my opening, and finally, he picks up speed, finger fucking me harder, while his thumb now plays with my clit, using the pad of his digit to apply pressure while circling it over and over again.So good, that feels so good.
“Look at how wet mygood girlis; your juices are sliding down my hand.Fuck, I need a taste of you.“ His dark head leans forward, still wrapped in shadows, his words vibrating off my heated flesh as his tongue licks across my pussy lips, devouring me before reaching my clit and lashing it without mercy.
Holy fuck.A scream rips from my throat as an orgasm overtakes me, as his fingers continue to thrust inside me, a third added to the mix and stretching me, until I feel just the hint of pain with my fullness. All my muscles clench as if I’m about to be thrown off the peak of a mountain, and go head-first into a bottomless abyss.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.It becomes a chant in my head when, without warning, all the heat disappears. A frigid chill breaks out across my skin, leaving my back wracked with shivers. My ghost lover’s touch disappears, and I can no longer feel his presence, but instead, a dark, ominous energy invades the space with me.
Where did he go?My mind screams, but there is no answer. Fear like I have never felt before encompasses me, wrapping itself around me tighter and tighter, until I can’t take a deep breath, like a snake slowly choking me of life, one squeeze at a time.
I. Can’t. Breathe.
“What a dirty whore you are, my dear. Look at how you spread your legs for anyone.” The voice differs from my ghost lover’s; this one is full of malice and evil intentions. This person wants to hurt me, not to bring me pleasure. “Do you enjoy being used, Dinah? Maybe I should let my men have you? I bet you would enjoy being passed around like a tasty morsel.”
His words cause panic to race through my blood. The temperature has plummeted, and my body is suddenly freezing, as tremors make their way across every inch of my skin. I try desperately to rise and run away, my heart now beating with a deranged panic and the taste of acid in the back of my throat. I still can’t move though, no matter how hard I try. It feels as if I’m wrapped tight in a spider’s web, just waiting to be devoured.
He’s going to hurt me. I need to get up, and I need to fight back.
A scaly claw slides across my frigid skin, scratching and tearing at my flesh in its wake. Pain ricochets through me as soundless screams shred my vocal cords. I’m going to die here, unable to defend myself. This monster is going to kill me. Fear floods my system, until my heart is beating so furiously that it feels like it will soar right out of my chest.
“It’s no use, Dinah, you belong to me now. I will have you one way or another.”
No, I can’t allow this monster to have me. I don’t belong to him. I belong to my ghost lover. Why has he abandoned me? Why is he letting the monster hurt me?Please come back!I beg, even as tears slide down the sides of my face, and a sense of hopelessness overtakes me.
Distantly, I hear the sounds of beeps and panicked voices, but I still can’t see anything. I’m still trapped here in the darkness, with the monster who wants to devour me whole. Who will tear at my flesh and use me, until there is nothing left.I can’t survive. I don’t want to.