Page 25 of Haunt Me

“Shut up,” I mumbled as I grabbed my own slice, feeling the gooey cheese and crispy crust between my fingers, and take a satisfying bite.

We both eat in silence, the air feels calm and comfortable, and I realize that I’m beginning to feel more relaxed around him rather than scared.

After we finished, he took our plates and washed them, the sound of water running in the sink filling the room. I can’t help but stare at him in complete shock. I didn’t even know this side of him existed. I place two tumbler glasses on the counter, the smooth coldness of the glass against my fingertips, and take out my bottle of bourbon that I hid from Chloe. The scent of the rich, amber-colored liquid fills the air, a hidden indulgence.

Argent glances at me while I fill up the two glasses and hand him one. He takes it from my hand, ourfingers slightly brushing. I quickly look away and take a sip of my drink. The warmth of the bourbon spreads through me, providing a brief moment of comfort.

“I need you to tell me more about your ex,” he suddenly says, spoiling the entire moment I thought we were having.

“What exactly do you want to know?” I ask, staring down into the glass of dark brown liquor, the swirling liquid captivating my attention.

“Has he ever seemed to pretend to be something he’s not? Personality changes, mood swings, stuff like that?” He leans with his elbows on the counter, eyes fixated on me.

“Uh, yes. At the start of our relationship, it was like a dream come true—but as time passed, he turned into a completely different person. I walked on eggshells around him—scared of what he might do.” I stated, he clenched his jaw at the words that came out of my mouth.

“Piece of shit,” he muttered under his breath, his voice tinged with anger. The words slipped out loud enough for me to hear. His eyes, filled with rage, met mine, causing my heart to race.

“You know, I’m going to break every bone in his body,” he continued, his voice seething with fury. My eyes widened at the intensity of his words. He took a glance at me, his gaze filled with a menacing anger that made my whole body tense.

“For what he did to you—he’s already dead,” he finally said, his voice dripping with finality. He finished his drink, slamming the glass down with a force that made me fear it might shatter.

“Says the one who carved his initial into my leg,” I taunted, my voice trembling slightly. His head snapped towards me, and a deep chuckle escaped his chest.

“The only thing I did was mark what belongs to me,” he retorted, his voice filled with possessiveness. “I would never put your life in danger. And let’s be honest here, little star—you enjoyed it more than you would ever care to admit.”

Heat flooded my face, and a smile crept across his face as his gaze locked onto me, his eyes filled with intensity. I couldn't help but stare at him, taking in his striking features.

"Please promise me that you won't do anything to Zavier," I demand, nervously biting my lip. There is amoment of silence as he runs his tongue over his teeth before replying, "I promise."

"Good boy." I tease, a sly smirk forming on my lips.

“Careful, little girl,” he warns, his voice low and seductive. He glanced at the empty whiskey glass and before I could even process my thoughts, the words spilled out of my mouth without warning.

“I want you,” I blurted out, mentally slapping myself for my lack of control. He froze, his head slowly rising as confusion washed over his face.

“I-I mean... I want you to... you said if I asked,” I stumbled over my words, closing my eyes and sighing in embarrassment. “God, I feel like an idiot now,” I mumbled, my hands covering my face in shame.

The sound of his footsteps cut through the silence as he approached me, and then his warm hands gently pried mine away from my face. He peered down at me through hooded eyes, the intensity between us palpable.

“What do you want?” he asks in a low, gravelly tone, his voice sending shivers down my spine to my core. The intensity of his gaze is filled with a burning desire that ignites every nerve in my body.

“I want you to fuck me,” I respond, my words barely escaping as a whisper. As soon as the words leave my lips, I notice a change in his eyes, consumed with an overwhelming lust.

Without hesitation, he forcefully crashes his lips against mine, leaving me breathless. Our tongues engage in a fierce battle for dominance, the taste of passion filling the air.

As his hands slide down my sides, a wave of goosebumps rises on my skin, heightening the sensations. In one swift motion, he firmly grips the back of my thighs, lifting me effortlessly, and immediately I wrap my legs around his waist, my body molding with his.

He gently places me onto the cool surface of the kitchen island, our lips never parting. The heat between us intensifies and I never thought this was how I’d lose my virginity. I always imagined a romantic setting with candlelight and rose petals, but right now—being fucked by my stalker on my kitchen counter sound so much more thrilling.

As he tears my shirt off, a gasp escapes my lips. His eyes roam over my exposed chest, filled with admiration.

“So beautiful,” he breathes, his warm mouth encircling my now sensitive bud. The sensation of his sucking and tenderly biting my nipple elicits a strained moan from deep within me.

My hand instinctively finds its way into his thick raven hair, the strands slipping between my fingers as I gently tug, eliciting a low groan from him. The vibrations of his pleasure reverberate through me, heightening the intensity of the moment. I tug on his shirt, and he retreats slightly, allowing me to pull it over his head.

My hands eagerly explore his chiseled physique, tracing my fingers over the intricate snake tattoo that adorns his chest, snaking around his neck, and spanning to the other side. The snake’s head and tail rest on both sides of his broad chest, creating an alluring visual. Under my touch, I feel his heart racing, a steady rhythm that matches my own excitement. I lean forward and I press my lips against the wings tattooed on his neck, relishing in the goosebumps that rise on his skin. Hisbreaths grow heavy and his grip on my thighs grows tighter.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks, his voice laced with desire and between the kisses I leave on his neck, I manage to respond, “Yes, Argent. I need this.”

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