Page 96 of Behind the Shadows
“Hey, how are you?” she asked, her voice chipper.
“Good. I need a favor, though. Are you around today?”
“For you? Of course. What do you need?” she asked.
“Would you be interested in hanging out with Holland at her place? I can explain when you’re here, but it would help me deal with some things today and not be so distracted.” I rubbed the back of my neck, my thoughts returning to Mother. She hadn’t moved, but I wouldn’t believe the evil bitch was really gone until I touched her cold, lifeless body.
“Give me half an hour.”
“Perfect. Thanks, Ella. I’ll text you the address.” I winked at Holland as I disconnected the call and messaged Ella the detailsshe needed. “You two have the ability to get into a lot of trouble together.” I reached out and placed my fingers under her chin, forcing her to look at me. “Promise me, little ghost—promise me that you won’t take any matters into your own hands. Be a good girl for me while I’m gone.”
She smirked. “I promise.”
I arched a brow at her. “What I mean isyou and Ellastay out of trouble.”
Her lower lip jutted out in a playful manner. “You’re no fun, baby. I thought we could help Death and Dope find the next victim, or something to pass the time while you’re gone.”
I chuckled. “That’s not a call I can make. That’s up to Death. Once you earn his trust, which will take a while, he might let you help. Build that friendship with Ella first. That’s your best bet if you want in on the action.”
“Yes, sir.” She grabbed my sides, bunching up the fabric of my gray T-shirt.
I gripped the sides of her jaw and squeezed, my cock springing to life with her words. Yes, sir was exactly what I liked to hear.
“You’ll be my good girl?”
“Of course.” She fluttered her eyes at me.
I quickly leaned down, scooped her into my arms, and carried her to the kitchen counter. She yelped as I tugged her yoga pants and thong down her legs, discarding them on the floor.
“Kip, Ella will be here soon.”
Her words cut off as I parted her legs and buried my face in her pussy, licking and sucking. Her lips parted as I feasted on her wet cunt, her gasps and moans of pleasure driving me to continue.
She threaded her fingers through my hair and tugged. I reached up and pulled on my necklace, the cross breaking free.
I dragged the cold silver cross across her skin as I kissed up her stomach, up her ribs, her sternum. Fuck, I wanted to mark her. I wanted to fuse the memory of me into the marrow of her bones so that when I was gone, she’d never be able to exorcise it.
Straightening enough to wipe my mouth, I then pressed the crucifix to her entrance and then slid it in and out. Holland squirmed and lifted her hips off the counter.
“Who do you worship, little ghost?”
“My monster.” Her words were breathy as I continued. I leaned down and ran my tongue over her clit, sucking and nipping as she fucked my cross. In the back of my mind, I realized that Ella would arrive soon, but I didn’t care. I needed my little ghost before I left her. I needed to fill her with my cum, mark her skin with my teeth, and leave my scent all over her.
Removing the cross, I placed it on the counter next to Holland. I lifted her and set her feet on the floor, then flipped her around and bent her over, pinning her cheek to the counter. Her legs parted, her wet cunt begging for me to bury myself in her.
I ran my fingers over her soaked slit, then eased two inside her before I curled them, hitting her sweet spot.
“Fuck me.”
“Say it,” I demanded.
“Fuck me, please.”
“Who owns you? Who owns every piece of you?” I slowed my pace, waiting for her to respond.
“My monster. I will always belong to you. Every part of my soul is for you to ruin.”
“That’s it, Holland.” I removed my hand and ran my knuckles from her pussy to her asshole, spreading her juices. Lining my cock up at her cunt, I shoved inside her and then eased a finger into her ass. Her gasps filled the room as I fucked her, claiming her. All of her.
