Page 34 of Haunt Me

“This is what you wanted,” he breathlessly declares, gripping my hand and placing it back on the edge of the sink. “Now, stop acting like a fucking brat and take it.” His demand, spoken through gritted teeth, only fuels my desire.

“Oh god,” I loudly moan, squeezing my eyes shut as another orgasm ripples through me.

“Wrong, baby—you worship me now,” he asserts in a low voice, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer. My back almost flattens against hissculpted chest as he hits a deeper spot at this angle. I dig my nails into his strong forearms, holding on for dear life as I teeter on the edge for the third time. The overwhelming pleasure threatens to consume me. I don’t know how much more I can take.

My legs tremble, threatening to give way, as a sheen of sweat coats my skin. Each rapid breath I take fills my lungs, my heart pounding against my chest as if trying to break free.

The feeling of his pulsating cock deep inside me sends a surge of pleasure coursing through my body. Our eyes meet in the mirror, and a primal growl escapes his lips as he spills inside me. His movements come to a halt, resting his forehead on my shoulder.

I reach up, running my fingers through his thick, dark hair, as we both struggle to catch our breath. He lifts his head slightly, gazing back at me through the mirror, his voice breathless next to my ear.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers. As I look at our reflection, a warm sensation spreads through me. Amidst our tousled hair, glistening bodies, and flushed cheeks, I see a person I never thought I would crave as much as I do now.

Just a few weeks ago, I was unaware of Argent’s existence, and now I cannot fathom a life without him. There is no turning back.

I am consumed by him, and I never want to be found.

Standing in the steamy shower, the warm water cascades down onto my weary limbs, releasing the tension from my muscles. My gaze fixates on Argent, his chiseled physique basking in the comforting warmth. Despite the cramped space, being close to him feels worth it. The rhythmic sound of water droplets hitting his sculpted body captivates me.

“I don’t know anything about you,” I blurt out, causing him to turn his head towards me. He adjusts his body to face me, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“What would you like to know?” he asks, his voice filled with curiosity.

“Well, your last name,” I begin, hesitating slightly. “Your age, birthday, and your line of work.” A smile tugs at his lips, his eyes fixed on me before he speaks.

“Fair enough. My last name is Pierce, and I’ll be turning 29 on April 4th.” His words leave me speechless.

“That’s my...”

“Your birthday, I know,” he interrupts, leaving me taken aback.

We share the same birthday.

He gently spins me around, pressing my back against his chest, and takes a handful of shampoo, lathering it into my hair. I close my eyes, savoring the sensation of his fingers massaging my scalp, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin.

“You haven’t answered about your work,” I remark, causing him to pause his movements.

“I have my own business, and that’s all you need to know,” he responds, his tone slightly cryptic.

That’s a bit vague.

“What kind of—”

“Hush now, baby,” he cuts me off, and I clamp my lips shut. He continues to wash my hair, and I hear him mutter under his breath.

“What happened to your neck?” His voice takes on a hardened edge, making me swiftly turn my head to face him. Tracing my fingers along the scar on my neck.

“I was in a car accident a few years ago.” It’s not a topic I like discussing. The experience was traumatic, leaving both emotional and physical scars that haunt me to this day.

“What happened?” His eyes remain fixed on mine as he waits for me to continue.

Taking a deep breath, I start, “I lost control of the car while driving home from my parents’ house. I suffered fractures in two parts of my neck and had to go through multiple surgeries. I was paralyzed for six months.”

“I’m so sorry.” He says, holding me tightly against him and I try to hold back the tears forming in my eyes. Not being able to walk or do anything for myself made that period the worst months of my life. It was torture and the main reason why I put off buying a car again.

I’m terrified to get back behind the wheel of a car.

Releasing his grip, he twirls me back around and delicately brushes my hair to the side, leaving a trail of soft kisses along the scar, causing a tingling sensation to ripple across my body.

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