Page 70 of Grave Possession

His nose nuzzles into my nape as he breathes me in, placing gentle kisses along my neck. His body goes rigid against mine, and I’m frozen in terror because of it.

He knows.

Can he smell the lingering tang of iron beneath the cheap soap I used at Randy’s?

“Open the door,” he says coldly.

My hands shake uncontrollably as I press the code in, more slowly this time. The light flashes green, and the clicking and dragging of the lock disengaging is the only sound to be heard in the still night. My once ragged breathing is now quiet and shallow as I wait, overflowing with anxiety. Nox is a silent force behind me, and I have no idea what will happen next.

“Hands behind your back,” he snaps.

“What?” I reply.

Silence.

Instead of giving me any explanation, his hands snap out to grab my wrists, pulling them behind my back, and forcing my compliance. Cinching his work cuffs tight around my skin, he lets the dead air hang between us like a lead weight, dragging me deeper down into my panic.

“Ghost, stop. What are you doing?”

Silence.

With one hand on my arm, his other hand reaches around to turn the knob. The door swings open, and he nudges me into motion, shutting the door behind us with a force that isn’t needed. I wince. Fuck. I try to calm my raging pulse and steady my breathing. I trust him, he won’t hurt me. But shit, his silent treatment is killing me.

His chest meets my back once more, I can feel the fire of his bare skin against the exposed flesh of my arms. My fear immediately dissolves, knowing he’s pulling off his clothes behind me reignites my desire, the emotional whiplash making my head spin. His erection brushes against my fingers, and I shift to palm his cock over his pants. He groans, low and throaty, as I try to undo his belt one-handed. Ghost’s hands explore my body, never lingering long enough for me to revel in the feeling, but working me into a frenzy nonetheless. “Where were you today?” he whispers in my ear, both hands cupping my breasts and teasing my nipples. Finally, I un-clink his belt buckle and quickly make work of the button and zipper, shoving his uniform pants down the best I can.

“I told you. I went to the post office, then stopped at Victoria’s. That went south…so then I went to the Corpsewood Mall.” I roll my hips, rubbing my ass against his cock. Fuck, I need him inside me.

“I don’t believe you,” he murmurs, before ripping Randal’s shirt down the front.

“I’m not lying,” I cry.

“Maybe not, but you’re leaving things out.” Ghost kneels behind me, his heat leaving me in an instant, and a chill sets in. Nox shifts to pull my boots off one at a time,then tugs the jogging pants swiftly down my legs, holding me steady from the side as I step out of them. Looking down at him, uniform shirt unbuttoned and hanging open, I watch as something new takes hold of him. There’s a struggle warring inside of him, I can see it on his face, feel it in the way he ruthlessly digs his fingers into my thighs as he places gentle kisses across my skin. Ghost moves to kneel before me, tongue gently dragging up the inside of my thigh. “Where were you?” he whispers, more to himself than me so I stay silent. His tongue swipes through my slit, and I gasp from the sensation, eyes falling shut.

“Were you with another man?” he chokes out.

Eyes snapping open, I gaze down at him. “Are you serious?”

“Where are your clothes, Mallory? Where are your fucking panties?!” My mind catches up to his implication. He thinks I was out cheating on him, not killing people. As one anxiety ebbs away, another grows. How do I tell him the truth without him leaving me? He is beyond irritated by my silence again, and begins rifling through the jogging pants pockets. No. Shit, shit, shit! “Whose lighter is this?” he cries from before me, still kneeling, looking more broken than I’ve ever felt. “Why was your phone off?”

Dropping to my knees, I try to catch his gaze, but he’s been pulled into a downward spiral that’s my fault. Standing and backing away from me, he braces his form against the kitchen island, observing me from afar. “I wouldnevercheat on you, Ghost.”

“You have five seconds to tell me where you went orI’ll make you regret lying to me,again.” he snarls. I choke on the air stalling in my lungs. I can’t. I can’t tell him the whole truth. He will leave me whether I spill my guts or not.

“One,” he growls. More dead air hangs between us, building my anticipation. He didn’t say he would leave me for lying to him, he said he’d make me regret it, and my sick twisted desires long to know what the hell he means.

“Two,” he drags it out slowly.

“Lennox, I didn’t cheat on you.” I pick my words very carefully, because I was in fact with another man, three of them, actually. Heat pools in my core as I momentarily relive it. That sick sense of pride I felt when I made one of the men lose his dinner. The strength I felt when I saved myself, I channel it now. The calmness washes over me, I’ll survive whatever Ghost throws at me, and I know I’ll probably fucking enjoy it.

“Three.” He assesses me, eyes scanning my body. Nox pushes himself off the cabinet, circling me like a hungry shark. Looking for anything that wasn’t there last night when he worshipped every inch of me. He pauses behind me, and every muscle in my body tenses.

My fucking hand.

There’s no way he doesn’t notice the bandage wrapped around my palm. However, he doesn’t mention it. Knowing him, he’s storing that information for later.

Coming to stand before me, his warm fingertips trace my cheek, thumb dragging across my bottom lip. On instinct, my mouth opens, and I dart my tongue out toswirl around his digit. He slips it into my mouth and I suck it greedily.

“Four,” he whispers, pulling his hand away.

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