Page 75 of Devious Delusions

I choke as Ghost moves further down my body and kneels between my legs. He presses his hands flat against my inner thighs and slowly circles my clit with the tip of his tongue. I push against his head, trying to get him off while Asher’s groan comes through the phone.

“Fuck, I miss the way you taste, how you always clench when I push my tongue inside you.”

Everything he says is mimicked by the man who is not my husband. Ghost pushes two fingers into me as Asher continues,“You come so hard when I fuck you with two fingers and have your clit between my teeth.”

My legs spasm at the movement and I stop breathing to hide what’s happening.

“Just like that, baby. Keep going slow until there’s a wet spot on the sheets and I can hear how soaked you are.”

Ghost doesn’t increase his pace and I throw my arm out to cover the phone, muffling Asher’s voice under my bicep, as I stretch my head further away and beg him with tears brimming against my lashes.

“Please.”

Ghost lifts his head, his lips glisten in the low light, and his voice is gravelly without the obstruction of his other masks.

“Please, what?” He keeps a low whisper as he nips my inner thigh with his teeth. “Please fuck you and showhimwhat only I can do?”

He continues biting a path up my body and I shuffle further away from the phone as I try to end the call. Slapping the back of my hand, he curls the two fingers inside me as he rasps, “Bad. Girl.”

I shake my head, trying to tell him to stop or Asher will hear. He doesn’t give a fuck and I can’t fight back without bringing attention to the fact there’s someone else here. I don’t want him to be caught. I want him to be my ghost, only for me.

He grabs my hips and turns onto his back, and I leave the phone where it is. Without my hand muffling the speaker, Asher’s voice is free.

“Don’t come yet. Wait for me.”

Ghost mimics the voice as he repeats it in my ear. “Don’t come yet.” His voice raises in pitch. “Wait for me.”

The sound of his zipper being undone is a gavel over Asher’s grunts. It’s sentencing me and condemning my actions as my tears escape. I throw myself forward to reach for the phone, buthe grabs my wrists, banding them together in one hand against his abs as he lifts his hips and frees his dick.

My thrashing only pushes me back on him and I try to stop the springs from squeaking, but it’s no use as he bucks his hips and moves me in the position he wants. Asher keeps fucking grunting as I choke on my sob. He’s here, in the room with us, and it’s more sinister. It highlights how fucking wrong I am because I had no complaints downstairs. Even now, my only issue is that I’m reminded of his existence.

But that’s what Ghost wants, judging by the satisfied grin on his face. It pushes the mask tighter against his cheeks and he leans into me. His tongue flicks against my jaw and a deep rumble works through his chest as he runs it up to the corner of my eye. He licks the tears off my face while more fall.

“Fuck, baby, I’m close. I can hear you holding back for me. Such a good fucking wife waiting.” Asher’s words don’t just splinter my chest, they take a wrecking ball to it, and I bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep my sobs back.

“Let me hear my pussy swallow your fingers while you wish it was my cock slamming inside of you,” he demands, voice rough and close to release.

Ghost fits his lips by my ear and his voice is distorted with the sounds of my betrayal shattering inside my skull.

“Whose dick do you want, koukla mou?”

I shake my head to escape him, but he grabs the side of my face. The knit mask scrapes against my cheek as he bites into the side of my neck, forcing a whimper out of the cage of my teeth that both men decide is due to them.

“I’m sitting you on my face as soon as I fucking see you,” Asher groans.

“You love knowing you have us both, don’t you?” Ghost licks a tear off my jawline.

His hands tighten around my wrists as Asher works himself higher. His grunts are faster, and Ghost lays back. He lets go of my face and I sit up on my knees to get away from his dick, but he yanks my arms forward as he positions his tip at my entrance. There’s no time to prepare as he thrusts up and I bite down into his chest to dull my scream.

His dick is huge and the fear of being heard has me tensing, heightening every little movement, every twitch, and every breath he takes as cotton fills my mouth. He threads his fingers through my hair and roughly pulls me to sit up.

The fabric of his t-shirt is pulled with my teeth, but he doesn’t care. He just forces me back and closes his eyes. Despite removing one mask, he won’t let me in. He’s inside of me, and he still shuts me out. My tears continue to drip down my face and onto my bare chest. They burn against my cold skin, and he snaps his eyes open when they reach his gloved hands.

“Don’t hold back, baby, scream my name.” Asher’s command comes at the same time.

My face crumples and I stare down at the freak silently, begging him not to move. But he does something even worse as he smiles to himself and lifts my phone from beside us. He places it on his abs and takes each of my hands in one of his, stretching my arms out beside me, and I try to slap him, but he squeezes so hard that I can hear my bones creak.

“Tell him you love him,” he whispers, and his eyes darken further.

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