Chapter Twenty-Seven

Mallory

His dark voice washes over me and I drop to my knees. “Please, forgive me.” I trace my hands up his thighs as the gaping black holes of Ghostface stare down at me. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. It won’t happen again.” I run a hand over his solid erection and he tenses. I undo the button to his jeans and pull down the zipper. His hand comes to tilt my chin up as I gaze into the empty sockets of the mask. His thumb runs over my lips and I kiss it. I gently stroke him through the material of his underwear and he groans.

“So beautiful. On your knees for me, ready to pay for your sins.”

“Yes,” my voice is a breathy exhale.

“Then worship me. Earn my forgiveness.”

I free his cock and take it in my hand. Slowly stroking it as I swirl the tip of my tongue around each of his balls and then lick him from root to tip.

Expletives pour from below the mask as I skillfully work his cock with my mouth. I feel the barbell from his piercing rubbing against the edge of my throat when his hands begin to collect all my hair into a ponytail encased in his fist. He pulls his dick from my mouth, saliva dripping from the tip. I stick my tongue out to collect it but he moves away. Ugh, this again? I look up at him, “Do you want to fuck my mouth, Ghost?” His grip on my hair tightens as he stares down at me.

“Are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” My voice is shaky and the atmosphere around us has drastically changed. It unnerves me. I know he won’t hurt me, but his persona has put me on edge now.

His voice laced with barely restrained anger meets my ears, “Is that a hickey?”

My hand flies to my neck. The makeup must have washed off in the rain. I can’t deny this, the mark is bright red and purple. It was next to impossible to cover up.

“You let him mark you?” he roars. “You’re mine Mallory. Fucking mine!”

“I’m sorry,” I squeak out.

“Run,” he growls, low and ominous. The beast I rarely get to see has been unleashed and a wicked little thrill shoots through me.

“What?”

“Run,” he speaks, cool, calm and collected. “Because when I catch you, I’m going to fuck you so hard there won’t be a shred of doubt left in that pretty little head of yours about who you belong to.”

Ghost

I release my grasp on her hair as she stares up at me. I can see the desire swirling in her big amber eyes. She stands on shaking legs as the blood flow returns to normal. What is she waiting for? I told her to run.

I know I’m essentially punishing her for being with the unmasked version of myself. But, she doesn’t know that. She let Nox kiss her and eat her sweet little cunt knowing I’d be jealous and borderline insane over this. Actually, murderous is a much more appropriate word. It’s why she ignored me all day. Too terrified to face the music. She deserves to feel this roller coaster of emotions.

I hate having to force her into this situation; making her choose between Ghost or Graves. I need to know what she will risk to be with Lennox Graves though, how deep her devotion to him truly runs. Will she suppress the depraved part of herself for the squeaky clean and upstanding police officer of Crystal Creek? He is clearly the better choice for her. He doesn’t hide in the shadows, murder people to ensure her safety, or jerk off into her dirty panties. Except he does, because he is me and I am him. Will she be able to break this thing off with him and just be with the wild version of me? The feral part of me that can’t be caged when she’s around. My hope is that she succumbs to both versions of me. I’m infatuated with both sides of her, every angle, the deep dark parts of her she never shows but I still know about. The soft and sweet angel and the dirty slut she is for me when she’s swallowing my cock.

Will she knowingly put Nox’s life in my hands when she sees him? Kisses him? Will she hide him from me after tonight? Officer Graves plans to be absolutely irresistible, unable to turn down. I’m cute as hell when I want to be. She’s in trouble.

She can’t go anywhere near his cock or see him unclothed because then she will link us to being the same person. I’m not ready for our game to be over yet. When I unmask my face to her, I want her to be ecstatic. Once the anger and betrayal subside, of course. I know she will be explosive with anger. I can’t wait. I’m twisted. I’m aware of how fucked up this psychological warfare is but I spent so long formulating this plan just for her. I'll flood her with so many emotions and situations that there’s no available opportunity for her to dissociate or fall into depression again. My plan is already breathing life into her meaningless existence. She’s a flower slowly blooming before my eyes.

Her palms lightly touch my pecs, pulling me from my churning thoughts. I gaze down upon her face, what is she still doing standing here? Does she not want to play anymore?

“I want you to catch me,” she whispers. Her thumbs trace over my nipples and a chill overtakes my body. She bites her lip and I’m lost in her eyes. She’s so breathtaking, I don’t know how I got so lucky. My nips are hard and she licks her lips, my cock bobs in response. Fuck, I’m still fucking hangingout in the breeze. She pinches both my nipples and twists, hard. Then she takes off running again. Her playful shriek echoing through the woods around us.

“Ahh! You’ll pay for that!” I yell out but she’s already disappeared around the side of the house. I tuck my dick back into my pants and zip up. I quietly stalk around the house in the opposite direction that she went.

I’m hanging out in the shadows of the woods a few feet away from where I flopped Ryan over the fallen tree. I can wait her out, she’s got nowhere to go after all.

Her porcelain skin glistens in the moonlight as she scales the side of the house towards the front steps. She’s so smart, no chance of a sneak attack that way. Picking up a large rock, I heft it into the forest. Her eyes shift in the direction of the crashing and tumbling noises. I soundlessly move through the forest, working my way behind her. She leans out and moves away from the safety of the house. Craning her neck to see around the corner and off towards the back yard. Her pulse is hammering so hard there’s no way she hears my footsteps creeping up behind her. I’m mere inches away from her when she tenses. I noticed this before. She can feel my presence before she sees me. We are perfect for each other. She’s as honed into me as I am to her. I strike with the speed of a viper. Her screams are music to my ears. She’s ensnared before she even knows what hit her. Banding my arms around her shoulders and waist as I lift her up off the ground, her feet dangle from my height.

“Caught you, baby.”

“Ghost?”

“Yeah, who else would it be?” I nuzzle into her neck and breathe her sweet scent into my lungs, filling every inch of myself with her.

“I thought I saw you over by the shed, it’s why I came this way,” she gasps. I really must have scared the hell out of her.

“Must have been your eyes playing tricks on you, love.”

“Yeah, you must be right.” Her body starts to relax in my hold, that won’t do.

“More importantly…” I move us towards the front door. “I caught you.” I unwrap my arm from her waist and scoop her up over my shoulder. “Now, I’m going to impale that virgin pussy on my cock.” She shivers in my hold as I pull the keys from my pocket and unlock the front door.

Stepping inside has the memories of us in the kitchen this afternoon flooding my mind. I kick the door closed behind me, “Lock it,” I instruct Mallory as she hangs over my shoulder at the perfect height to assist. The sound of the deadbolt engaging shoots lust through my system. I swat her on the ass and she jolts. My arm is banded around the back of her thighs holding her in place.

“Where did he touch you?”

“Huh?” her confused voice creeps over my shoulders. I spank her again and she tries to smother the sound of her moan against my back.

“Where were you when you let the cop touch you?”

“In the kitchen.”

I huff out, trying to seem annoyed. “Where, Mallory? On the floor? By the stove? Against the fridge? Fuckin’ where?”

She hangs her head in defeat, shame, or embarrassment. I can’t tell but I feel her forehead hit my back as she slowly exhales. “On the counter, across from the island.”

I scan the area, and with Mallory still over my shoulder I drag the couch across the floor. Within perfect view of where I made her scream for me earlier.

“What are you doing?” she tentatively asks and I don’t reply. I lift her off my shoulder and cradle her in my arms for a moment.

“So fuckin’ perfect,” I whisper to her as I sit us down on the couch. She blushes, colour filling her cheeks. I don’t meanfor this to be a sweet moment but it is. Just a split second before I rip through her innocence, we both need it. I boop her nose and she smiles. I shift her body so she is sitting in my lap, her back to my chest. Then I grab her chin and turn her face towards the kitchen. I talk quietly, watching her reaction.

“Every time you walk into that kitchen and think of him...” I run my hand to the inside of her thigh and pull her legs apart.

“The memory of me claiming you a few steps away will smother it.” I rub up and down her sensitive slit.

“You will only think of me.” I gently circle her clit.

“Only want me.” I drag my fingertips up her body and cup her breast.

“Your pussy will weep only for me.” I pinch her nipple and roll it between my finger and thumb. Her eyes roll and her ass rubs on my dick.

“Do you understand?” I turn her face to mine, straining her neck. She nods.

“Good.” I run both hands down her body as she relaxes against me. Down into the junction of her thighs, rubbing and palming her pussy possessively. Without second guessing my thoughts, I grab the seam of her leggings with both hands and rip it open. The wet material tears easily, exposing her naked pussy. She moans, clearly turned on all the more by my aggressive need to have her.

I gasp. “No panties!” I exclaim jokingly and she shakes her head slightly. I feel her silent laugh against my chest and the urge to feel her skin on mine overcomes me.

“Cover your eyes,” I demand. She follows my instructions so perfectly. I sit up and remove the mask, setting it next to me on the couch as I pull my sweater off and I toss it onto the floor, followed next by my shirt, the damp cotton fabric sticking to me like a second skin. I right my mask as I lean back and pull her to me.

“You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” I murmur through the mask. She hums in agreement.

I plunge two fingers into her core and she arches up in pleasure, pushing onto my hand. Fuck, I want to kiss her, eat up her sounds of passion like they are my last meal on death row. It’s where I’ll end up if they ever find my unmarked graves deep in the woods. I add another finger into her centre and she tenses.

“Ghost...it hurts,” she whines, clenching around my hand.

“I know, baby, but if you can’t take my fingers, how will you ever take my cock?”

“I know. Just…go slow,” she pants through the stinging pain of me stretching her.

“Whatever you need, love.”

I wish I had put the cameras up today, what a vision she must be. Topless, ripped leggings and combat boots; splayed open on my lap and speared on my fingers. What I wouldn’t give to see us, the pleasure I wring from her body. I make a mental note to install them before I leave. I will not miss out on reliving any more of our moments together.

With my other hand, I start to rub her clit as I slowly work my fingers in and out of her. The pain must have dissipated because Mallory starts to move with me, meeting my digits as they plunge in and out of her.

“Does that feel good, little siren?” I taunt.

“Oh, God, yes,” she cries out. I can tell she’s close to the edge, just a little push and she will go falling into the abyss. I spank her clit and a garbled screaming moan escapes her.

“God’s not here, Mallory. It’s just me. I’m your Ghost. Now, fucking scream for me.”