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“I’m sorry.” The words break as they leave my lips…and they hold all the truth inside me. I hate myself for what I did to him and what I did tome.
“Shh.” Jeremy peppers kisses along my neck and shoulder as he offers me his hand. I take it instantly, pressing it against my throat for comfort. “Just breathe. I’ve got you, little ghost.”
Breathe.
Just breathe.
That’s easier said than done.
CHAPTER 32
THE GHOST
I’m woken by Jeremy nipping at the back of my shoulder, like he used to always wake me up, but my only response is a grunt of disapproval.
“Wake up, my wife,” he rasps in my ear. “Unless you think you need my cock in your ass to wake you up.”
“Leave me alone.” I bury my face in the pillow.
“Have it your way.” Suddenly, he flips me onto my stomach and covers my body with his, his hard cock rubbing along my inner thigh.
Oh, fuck.
“I prefer fucking you when you’re half asleep anyway.”
Honestly, me, too.
He runs the head of his cock along my slit and I almost miss the sound of him whimpering amongst my moans, but god, I’m glad I caught it. That’s my favorite sound he makes when it comes to sex.
But, we don’t get to do what he intended.
Suddenly, there's a loud bang on the door. I nearly jump out of my skin, but he holds me in place.
“Go away!”
Then, a voice I don’t recognize comes through the door. “Sorry, boss, but the bratva is here and wishes to speak with you in the lounge.”
Bratva.
Why does that term sound familiar?
I know it has something to do with the Russian mafia, but I’m blanking on what it means.
“Goddamn it,” Jeremy grunts in my ear, but I know that whoever is wanting to talk to him can’t be left waiting. I was really looking forward to him fucking me.
Also, is Lottie back yet? It’s been at least a few hours.
“We’ll continue this later,” he whispers in my ear before dragging his teeth roughly along the flesh of my throat, sending shivers down my spine.
“Can’t wait,” I moan, nudging my cunt back against his cock.
I hoped that the move might entice him to stay, but duty calls.
Jeremy climbs out of bed as I struggle to calm down the need rushing through every cell in my body. I sit up in bed as Jeremy walks over to the door next to the bathroom and pulls it open.
“Should I just wait here?” I ask as I tuck the comforter under my arms to cover myself up. I know just as well as he does that we have very little control when it comes to our sexual desires for each other.
“No. Come get dressed,” he responds from inside whatever room that is, probably a closet.
