Chapter Fifty-Three

Mallory

It’s been hours since I’ve contacted Ghost and still no reply. Lying in bed, I’m struggling to fall asleep, tossing and turning with pent up emotions. I scroll back to the beginning of our text messages, reading through them makes my heart heavy. I miss him so much I could cry. His ability to simultaneously build up my confidence and heat my blood like no one else astounds me. I’ve never been so tangled up and confused in my life.

Ghost:

Such a filthy mouth, I wonder what

other kinds of filthy things you can do with it.

I continue to scroll, his words warming the ache in my chest. There has to be a reason he’s been away from me for so long. He couldn’t just lose interest in me overnight. Right? I mean, he stalked me for who knows how long before I realized he was there. His obsession can’t just be over.

Ghost:

Fuck, you’re perfect.

Nox said the exact same thing to me today. I hope I can get Ghost on board with this three way relationship I’m attempting. They both clearly feel the same way about me. They even both call me baby.

It seems almost too good to be true that Nox agreed so quickly, especially since he was so adamant about not sharing and not giving me his cock until I chose him and only him. Well, he’s singing a different tune now. I guess the time apart recently has made him see things in a new light.

Ghost:

Don’t scream.

The message has my pussy fluttering. I remember the way he protected me. Beat the creep in my yard to a bloody pulp to keep me safe. Was it Edward? It hasn’t escaped my notice that I haven’t been harassed by him again since that night. Did he put him in the hospital… Did he kill him? Should I ask? Probably not since Nox is a cop and I shouldn’t know any information that can get my other man locked up.

The more I read, the more my pussy cries out to be filled. Reliving every tantalizing moment with him is heating my core. His jerking off for me at the window and cornering me on the ladder. I can hear his voice in my head as if he’s right next to me, coaxing me to my first orgasm. “Good girls get to cum, isn’t that right, baby?”

Him and Nox are so similar, I can’t see this relationship not working. Even with as ruthless as Ghost can be, he still has these moments where he’s soft and caring; considerate of my feelings. Despite the odd way we came together, I’m so happy we did.He saw me when I was an empty husk, running on autopilot. Back when I was lifeless and aimless.

Nox saying, “Yeah, I see you, baby,” interrupts my thoughts of Ghost. Okay, that’s a little eerie but a coincidence nonetheless. I was actually astounded with how much Nox knew about me. It was almost unfathomable, but I wrote it off as him being extremely observant because of his job. Wouldn’t it be wild if they were the same person? I laugh out into the empty room… If I could only be so lucky. Despite the spooky amount of similarities, there are inconsistencies that cannot be explained. I saw Ghost amongst the trees while saying goodnight to Nox and Nox’s truck was vandalized while his fingers were buried deep inside me. I crush my thighs together to quell the rapid thumping of my clit. It demands my attention as the moments from the past month roll through me like a movie.

I move over the video Ghost sent me of my bookshelves. The memories of all the sweet things he has done for me coming back. Boring organization, cleaning, painting, laundry, always making sure I have my morning coffee and enough time to safely get to work. He’s not just the brutal protector and my creepy masked stalker, he's so much more than that.

The next video from him has my cheeks heating. I press play and watch him stroke his thick pierced cock. It makes me want. There’s so much need running within me, I’m apt to try and give myself relief. Maybe I can do it this time. I’m so pent up, I’m going to combust. His gravelly, lust filled voice fills my ears and my blood runs cold. The way his tongue caresses my name sounds just like Nox. It’s impossible…but I can’t deny that when my hand slips into my joggers, all I hear is my police officer’s voice.

“Oh, Mallory. You feel so fuckin' good, baby.” I watch Ghost fuck his hand to the thought of me as I plunge my fingers in and out of my wet cunt. Moving up to rub my clit, I watch as the camera angle switches and then I can see his whole form. The mask gazes into the camera as his fist moves up and down his shaft. I’ve never watched this video in full before, but there’s never been a better time than the present.

“Is your pussy wet for me, little siren? I bet it is. Wet and so fucking tight, I can almost feel it.” His head falls back as the fantasy wraps around him. I drop the phone next to me on the bed, listening to the erotic sound of his heavy breathing and dirty words as I chase the sensation I know will bring me release.

Something is pulling me from this moment, the sense of being watched resurfaces. Is he here? My eyes snap to the window and there he stands. My heart flutters as butterflies once again assault my stomach. I jump up from the bed and press my palms against the glass, but he backs away. The fluttering stops and something cracks in my chest. No, I can get him to stay. I’ll earn his forgiveness in whatever way I can.

I pull the front of my top down, revealing my naked breasts to his hungry gaze. That stops him in his tracks. I palm my tits and pinch my nipples as the throbbing in my core intensifies. I slip my hand back into my pants and start to work my clit for him. If he wants to see, he’ll have to come inside. I abandon my aching peaks to open the window. It’s so reminiscent of one of our nights together, where he was on the other side of the glass and the roles were reversed. I can’t see his eyes through the black holes of the mask but I can feel the intensity of his desire for me. He wants to take me and claim me.

I increase the pressure on my clit and pleasure rolls through me. “Ghost…” I’m panting and pleading for him, so close to falling into bliss until he turns and starts to walk away.

My world ceases to spin as I watch him start to disappear into the darkness. Whatever cracked inside me earlier now splits wide open.

“Ghost!”

I scream for him but he doesn’t so much as turn a glance my way. I pull my top up and make a mad dash for the front door, forcing my bare feet into my combat boots. It’s uncomfortable but inconsequential at this moment.

I rip open the front door and scream for him again.

“GHOST!”

My emotion soaked words echo through the empty woods.

“Please come back.” A sob threatens to break free and my voice cracks. “I miss you. Please. I’ll do anything.”

Like a beacon in the fathomless dark, the mask reappears as he makes his way to me. He’s about half way across the yard when a shiver rolls through me and goosebumps break out across my skin.

“I’m sorry, please forgive me!” I yell across the shrinking expanse between us. Something is off, I feel uneasy, but I shake it from my mind.

He closes in on me, palm cupping my cheek and I lean into the touch. It feels wrong, but I utter the word he’s dying to hear nonetheless.

“Stay,” I plead.

He drops his hand and tilts his head, taking me in, scrutinizing me. Why isn’t he saying anything? Not a single word crosses his lips. My eyes slide down his form and fear sinks its talons into my gut. Where are his hand tattoos? This isn’t Ghost. Alarm bells start ringing in my head as the danger I'm in becomes apparent. Whoever this is, is too short, too scrawny, and wholly wrong. I need to get away.

“Ah, there it is. Your fear is so fucking delicious.” A raspy voice seeps out from beneath the mask, injecting me with a new kind of terror. My heart threatens to beat out of my chest as adrenaline shoots through my veins, mixing with my mounting panic and causing a nauseating, head-spinning concoction. I’m grabbed by the throat and shoved backward into the door frame, the back of my head cracking off the hard wood. I’m dazed as I feel his tongue slide up my cheek, lapping up the few tears that have spilled over. Did he remove the mask? When I summon enough courage to look, the sinister disguise is still in place, vacantly looking back at me. He forces his body against mine and I'm paralyzed by fear. What do I do? I try to shove my knee up into his balls but he must sense it. He blocks my attempt at protecting myself by turning his body and raising his thigh to absorb the brunt of my futile effort.

He slams my head off the wood again, spinning me around in my injured haze. I hear the clanking of metal, the sound making the reality of this situation all the more horrifying. I can’t be restrained. I’m fucked if he gets me cuffed. I will my body to move, to tuck and roll, to do fucking anything, but nothing works. His leg is jammed between mine, holding me up as one cuff snaps painfully around my wrist. I wriggle and thrash like a caged wild animal while trying to free my other hand. It feels like I’m trying to swim through quicksand. My body is lagging, not responding fast enough to protect myself or aid my escape.

He twists my cuffed hand up behind my back, causing an agonized wail to break out of my chest. My shoulder throbs as he wrenches harder. I cry, scream for help, and beg him to stop, all in a matter of seconds. Praying he doesn't dislocate my shoulder, I'll be at even more of a disadvantage then. He laughs, a crackling sound that terrifies me. I know no one can hear me. No one is coming to save me.

“I love it when they fight,” he grumbles, nosing into my hair and breathing deep. His breath is repulsive as he exhales heavily beneath the mask, the stench leaking out through the thin mesh of the eye holes. He rubs his face against mine, the cheap plastic of the mask scraping my skin. I can't believe I mistook him for Ghost, how could I have been so stupid? He grinds his pitiful erection into my ass and I retreat into my own mind, just like every other time my body wasn’t my own. The fight drains from my body. If that’s what he wants, he certainly won’t get it from me. The second cuff snaps around my wrist and I die inside. Maybe he’ll kill me quickly if I don’t cooperate.

“Oh don’t be like that, darlin’. Make it good for me and maybe I won’t kill your cop boyfriend when he comes lookin’ for you.” What? I whip my head around, stumbling as my vision splits and goes fuzzy.

“That’s right, darlin’. Be my plaything and he gets to keep breathing.” I rage my body against the side of the house and he howls in approval. I’ll be whatever this sick fuck needs if it keeps Lennox alive. I buck in his hold, trying and failing to get free. His fist dives into my hair, fisting it as he smashes my face into the door's window pane. The glass cracks and spiders outward from the force. I can feel I’m on the cusp of losing consciousness. Blood runs down my face and leaves a faint speckling on the stoop. The man yanks me down the steps. I stumble and fall, kicking and screaming as he drags me down the gravel driveway.