Page 53 of Haunted Prey

“I’m sorry, baby, I shouldn’t have scared you like this. I couldn’t risk being seen.”

I think I fainted for a mere second because I went limp.

His face. It was my Emery’s face looking back at me.

Damn him.

But how could I say no to that face?

“It’s me.”

I caught his eyes. Yellow in the light just like I remember. His hair was longer, dark wavy locks falling behind his ears. The scars were the same, each and every one.

My lip trembled, a small whimper escaping me.

I really couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t anymore. Maybe I was finally broken. But this felt so real and I wanted it so bad.

And I couldn’t fight him now even if I wanted to.

I tilted my head back, resting it against his chest, letting my body sink into his.

“Emery,” I whispered.

“That’s right.” He smiled at me, and it brought more tears to my eyes. This ghost was so wicked I wanted to hate him for this, but I couldn’t. “I’ve got you,” he said.

I stared at him as if he was some angel. I couldn’t run or hide from him no matter how hard I tried. And I didn’t want to, not when he looked like this. Not when he felt like this.

I wanted to feel him more and was desperate for his touch. “I miss you,” I whispered now like a prayer. “I miss you, Emery.”

He frowned as if confused now, his fiery gaze searching mine. But I didn’t care. I freed my good arm and took hold of his hand. I led him downward, making him squeeze my breast.

I’ll have this then. I’ll have Emery like this before they finally get me. Even if it was a lie.

I coaxed him down between my thighs to brush against my garter and lace underwear. His eyes darkened as his fingers traced along me, then narrowed as they slowly drew upward to look at the passage behind us.

I moved my hips, rubbing against him. He hardened even as I felt his body tense. His cold eyes made me shiver as heat stirred in my lower belly.

“Fuck,” he whispered as I let him slip under the lace, his fingers tracing up and around my clit. As if he couldn’t help it, he freed his hand in order to tug off the glove, then quickly, he reached down so that his bare skin was on mine.

“Emery,” I pleaded, with a hitched breath. He lunged forward, almost slamming me against the mirror, pressing me into the glass, fingers trembling as he dipped inside. He pulled them out to taste me, then brought his hand back down, ripping the lace away to dive in again.

“God, I missed you. I missed this so fucking much, Eve. Do you know how bad I’ve wanted you back? How I was ready to kill,” he growled in my ear. “I got you back. And you’ll never leave my side. Never. Again.” He pumped in and out, thumb tracing my clit, tightening me up, making me writhe again, but this time for another reason.

I cried out, clenching around his fingers, my body throbbing, while he practically crushed me into the mirror.

“My Eve,” he whispered. “Perfect like I remember.”

He held me there until the waves passed, and I was left breathless.

In the mirror, I saw a couple looking in and noticing us. Emery gave them a look that got them turning away. His head came down to touch mine and I felt his body shaking behind me.

He mumbled something else I didn’t catch as he let his fingers slide from me. He pulled away in order to put back on his glove and then the mask.

“We have to go, sweetheart,” he said.

I hardly took myself off the glass to look at him. “Go where?”

“Some place safe.”

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