Page 90 of Ghost Note

My eyes widened in surprise, and I rocked forward, my mouth falling open with a grunt.

Straight after the sting of the slap, he pressed a kiss to the skin there that I had no doubt was flaming from his assault. But instead of pulling away, I pushed myself against his lips, revelling in the sweet contrast of pleasure and pain.

He’d never done that to me before, but my body immediately sought more.Iwanted more.

“Do that again,” I demanded breathlessly.

I felt his grin against my arse cheeks before he raised his hand and brought it down on the other cheek. I rocked forward, my lips parting as I gasped for air. I’d only just come, and hot flames licked at my stomach again.

Danny’s hands roamed up and down the back of my thighs before I felt him pull away and heard his zip going down.

“I can’t wait anymore, Zee. I need to be inside you. Seeing you like this is going to make me fucking blow in my jeans.”

My eyes closed, the slow lazy smile rising to life at the thought of what was to come. I’d done that to him. I had that power.

I didn’t care how I looked. I actually didn’t care who even heard us or knew what was happening. All I cared about was him being inside me, and when his dick pressed against the heat of me, I wasted no time in pushing back, my breath pouring free as he filled my body and soul like only Danny Silver ever could.

He stilled, his groan of gratification pouring free, and his fingers digging into the flesh on my hips. No pain was too much. In fact, I wanted more of it. The physical discomfort I could respond to. It was an outlet for the pain I’d carried with me for so long, and the release was sweet, making my body hum with a sense of satisfaction I’d been craving in his absence.

I wanted him to test me and to pass every single one of those tests with flying colours. I needed to show him I wasn’t the delicate little flower he’d left behind. I also needed to show myself.

Circling my arse around him made his fingers press down harder into my flesh until I was certain he was bruising me. I wanted every shade he had to offer. The pinks, reds, purples, and blues because I finally felt strong enough to survive whatever pain he had to dish out.

“Danny,” I whispered. “Do whatever you’ve thought about doing these last five years.”

“Zee,” he growled, a warning there in my name.

“I can take it. I want it. Ineed it.”

It was all the instruction he needed, and when Danny reached over to curl my hair around his hand and pull my head back, he began to move. There was no gentle rise to his fucking, either. He started hard and fast, unforgiving in the way he moved. He held on and pounded me, his hisses and grunts making me wetter, the harder he went.

Not once did I beg him to stop.

Not once did I think about anything but the fact that I was giving it to him as much as he was giving it to me.

There was power in that, and it made me feel invincible as he fucked me all the way home, not coming up for air until the car crawled to a stop and Danny rocked into me one final time, calling out my name with love and reverence attached to it.

We were a tangled mess of limbs and ragged breaths when he fell over me, cocooning me in with his cheek pressed to my back and his hands roaming up to cup my breasts.

“Daisy?” he panted.

“Yeah?” I breathed back.

“It’s impossible not to love you.”

Thirty

After unlocking my front door, I turned to him with my fingers curled around the handle behind my back. The smile on his face was delicious.

His hands were tucked in the pockets of his jeans, and Danny ducked his head like the shy boy he wasn’t, before he licked his lips and looked up at me. “You sure I can’t tempt you to stay over at Gran’s place?”

“I think we both know you could definitely tempt me if you tried hard enough.”

“It’s kinda shitty that I want to respect you and your wishes.”

“It’s just one night.”A night I need to get my head straight.

“Is it?”

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