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“You’re the only one I want, Lennox.” Time ticks away, and he looks like he’s going to crumble before my very eyes.

“You’re really not going to tell me the truth?” he says, voice more vulnerable than I’ve ever heard. His hand disappears behind his back, and I’m hopeful it’s to get the handcuff key.

“Why can’t you just trust me?” I shout.

“Five.”

Ghost drops down into a crouch before me, and I can’t help but shy away from the emotions pouring off of him. He slams something into the floor, it sways back and forth, a pulsing vibration coming from within and buzzing against the hardwood.Is that…

“What the fuck is that?” I ask shakily.

“My backup.”

Chapter Forty-seven

Mallory

The longer I observe the silicone cock suctioned to the floor, the more I recognize it. “Did you make me a dildo of your cock?” I ask, looking from it to him.

A smirk curves his sinful lips, “Mhmm,” he rumbles. “Remember when you asked me if I’d ever have a threesome?” The memory of being intoxicated at the club with Victoria flits through my mind, and I nod slowly. “Well, now we can, and I don’t have to share.” Does he know I only wanted to be shared between him and Ghost? Not him and another person. He’s giving me exactly what I wanted, and I doubt he even realizes it. “Honestly, I can’t think of anything hotter than you taking two of my cocks at once, except maybe getting another one to shove in your perky ass.” The picture he paints has my cunt pulsing around nothing, and he knows it. “Such a shame our first time is under such precarious circumstances.” His eyes darken even more as he pulls his own cock out and starts to stroke himself. “Now, sit on it.”

Shit, this is so hot. I move forward on my knees, maybe a little too eagerly, because as I’m about to drop down on the mold of him a rumble through his chest has me pausing. “Slowly,” he erotically directs. His darkened eyes are locked onto the spot where his replica is slipping inside me, stretching me the way only he can. “Slower,” he snaps.

My thighs start to burn as I fight the need to drop down and have him fill me completely, but I want to please him. I don’t want him to be mad at me. I want him to forget today, and lose himself to this moment. What I want most of all, is for him to drop the subject all together and trust me.

“Stop.” His voice cuts through my thoughts, and the pleasure building in my centre. A whimper slips out as I freeze, just an inch or two away from bottoming out on his twin between my legs. “Rise,” he says, swiping his thumb over his crown and collecting the precum. I obey, slowly moving up the dildo, watching with burning intensity as he pleasures himself to the sight of me riding his cock.

“You’re making a puddle on the floor, little siren. Do you like how I feel inside you?”

“You know I do.”

He strides over to me, and I part my lips to take him into my mouth, but he doesn’t slip inside. I look up at him and our eyes lock.

“Do you still belong to me?”

“Yes, Ghost, only you. Only ever you.” His eyes fall shut as he pushes his dick into my mouth.

“You better be telling me the truth, I don’t think Icould survive losing you a second time.” I can’t speak as he thrusts between my lips but I need him to know I’ll never leave him. I lean into him, taking him as deep as I can with my hands still tethered behind my back. Nox’s fingers work gently to remove the elastic from my hair, unwinding the bun and letting my damp tresses fall free. He latches onto my strands, slipping his length from my mouth, and controlling the rise and fall of me on the toy between my legs. Sweat breaks out across my skin as I teeter on the edge of an orgasm I know he won’t allow me to have.

Faster he moves me up and down, the vibrations meeting my clit for a fraction of a second every time he almost lets me take it all. He knows I’m aching for it, the way his cock rubs that spot inside me when I take him to the hilt and wind my hips. “Where were you?” he asks again, fist tightening in my hair.

“I told you,” I pant.

“Tell me something new,” he growls.

My body starts to shake, and he forces me down on the mold of him. Pleasure shoots through my system as I cry out, rushing to cum before he can stop me. But I’m not fast enough.

He pulls me off the toy completely and I shriek in frustration. “Where did you go today?” he snarls.

“Fuck you.”

“I’d much rather fuck you, little siren.” Ghost hauls me back into position over the gleaming dildo, teasing it at my entrance. “Just tell me, I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn. Is having me think you were unfaithful really better than being honest?”

“I wasn’t unfaithful,” I cry, rolling my hips, trying to slip the tip of the toy inside me but he holds me firm.

“So you say.” He slides me down the replica at an achingly slow pace until the crown of it fully sits inside me. My eyes flutter shut, and I can’t help the moan I release. Ghost pulls off the mask with his free hand. His lips meet mine in a savage kiss as his hand in my hair stops my movement on the cock. Nox's hand slides up my thigh and I know what’s coming—more torture, more mind-melting edging, another denied orgasm. I try to squirm away but it’s pointless, I’m cemented in place by him, and the cock inside me that’s suctioned to the floor. His thumb brushes over my clit, setting a steady rhythm as I moan against his lips. My sounds are swallowed by his kiss, by the way his tongue wars with mine. His lips pull away, and I try to catch my breath. Gentle kisses feather across my jaw and down my neck. I know what he’s going to do before his teeth even sink into my skin. He’s marking me. Showing everyone I’m taken in the most blatant way possible. His possessiveness pushes me to the edge, I’m shaking in his unyielding grip. He pinches my clit, and I scream out as the start of an orgasm wraps around me. Before it can engulf me, Lennox pulls me off his silicone twin, and abandons his ministrations on my clit. He holds me as my body convulses against his, the orgasm fading away like fog when the early morning heat rolls in. I release an unrestricted scream that morphs into a sob. “Stop, please,” I pant.

“Where did you go after Victoria’s?” he whispers, brushing my hair away from my face.

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