Page 15 of Ghost's Angel

"You've got an appointment tomorrow with Dr. Cariloha—best cardiac specialist on the west coast." He says this casually, as if getting an appointment with a top specialist overnight isn’t an absolute miracle.

"How did you...?" I shake my head in amazement. "Those appointments usually take months to get."

The corner of his mouth turns up slightly. "I can be very persuasive when I want to be.”

He dishes up two plates of what appears to be homemade lasagna, and we eat in comfortable silence for a few minutes before he speaks again.

"Cipher's been looking into your foster parents," he says carefully, watching my reaction. "Seems they've stolen from other kids too.”

The fork trembles slightly in my hand as the implications of his words hit me. I don’t know why I thought I was the only one. "They cycled through foster kids like changing seasons."The food in front of me has lost its taste. I was just a resource for them to use up and throw away.

When I glance up, Ghost is watching me. His dark eyes are unsettling, and I need to know what’s going on here between us.

"Ghost?" I set my fork down, gathering my courage. "Why am I here? Really.”

His brow furrows. "What do you mean?"

“Why did you bring me here? " I gesture to the room in general, then to myself. “Is this… Am I supposed to become one of those, um, club girls?"

The glass in his hand shatters.

I jump at the sound, my heart racing as he slowly uncurls his fingers, letting the broken shards fall to the table. A thin line of blood wells up on his palm, but he doesn't seem to notice as he points an angry finger at me.

"Never," he growls, the word vibrating with fury. “That willneverhappen. You aremine, angel. Not the club's. Not anyone else's. Mine." His eyes burn like flames. "No one else will ever touch you."

“So, I’myourwhore?”

“You’re not a fucking whore!” The fury in his voice should frighten me. Instead, it sends a shiver of delight down my spine. “You’re my queen, my ol’ lady. My other half.”

His answer takes my breath away. His other half? That’s what it means to be an ol’ lady? No wonder the club whores are hoping to “snag a patch” as Rash phrased it.

“You said no one will touch me, but will you?" I whisper. "Touch me, I mean?”

His response is immediate and overwhelming. He crosses the space between us in one fluid motion, pulling me into his arms. His kiss is both fierce and tender, claiming and cherishing. And in that moment, I surrender. I’m his.

Ghost's kiss deepens, his arms wrapping around me, pulling me closer until there's no space left between us. His body is hard, muscled, and I can feel the heat radiating off him, warming me from the inside out. My hands tremble slightly as I reach up to touch his face, the stubble on his jaw rough against my fingertips.

He pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, his gaze intense and searching. "Are you sure you're feeling better, angel?" His voice is rough with desire, but there's a tenderness there that makes my heart ache.

I nod, unable to find the words to express the depth of my feelings and how much I want him. "I've never in my life felt better."

He smiles, a slow, sensual curve of his lips that makes my stomach flutter with anticipation. "You're so perfect, baby,” he murmurs, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, lifting me effortlessly. "My perfect angel."

I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms around his neck, as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down gently, his body covering mine as he captures my lips in another searing kiss. His hands roam over my body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if it were sacred ground.

I gasp as his fingers find the hem of my shirt—hisshirt, whatever—pushing it up to expose my stomach. His lips follow the path of his hands, trailing kisses across my skin that leave me breathless and aching for more. He unbuttons my jeans, sliding them down my hips along with my panties, leaving me bare and vulnerable beneath him.

His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of me, naked and exposed. "God, you make my dick so fucking hard," he growls, his voice dripping with lusty desire.

I blush under his intense gaze, but I don't try to cover myself. I want him to see me, to know me, in every way possible.

He kneels between my legs, his hands sliding up my thighs, spreading them wider. I tremble with anticipation as he lowers his head, his breath hot against my most intimate place. When his tongue flicks out, tasting me, I cry out, my hips arching off the bed.

He chuckles, a low, satisfied sound that vibrates through me. "You taste so sweet, angel," he murmurs, his fingers joining his tongue, stroking and teasing until I'm writhing beneath him, begging for release.

When my climax hits, it's like nothing I've ever experienced before. Waves of pleasure wash over me, leaving me panting and trembling in their wake. Ghost looks up at me, a wicked grin on his face, his lips glistening with my arousal.

"That was just the beginning," he promises, his voice a low growl that sends shivers down my spine.

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