Chapter Ten #2
Music bounces off the walls as bodies fill the dance floor.
Knowing my work for the night is done, I head to the bar and find an open seat.
Motion to Ryon, he continually feeds me alcohol like the fiend I am.
After several shots of vodka my senses are muffled.
With a wicked smile painted on my lips, I head to the dance floor.
I move like a snake through the crowd until I find the middle of the masses.
My body moves with the rhythm of the music.
Bending down, I touch my ankles and slowly slide my hands up my legs.
As they come to my upper thighs, I stand up and glide them upwards caressing my curves until they are above my head.
Suddenly, my body makes contact with a large figure.
They wrap their arms around me before mimicking my movements.
I reach back over my shoulders, putting my hands around their neck, and continue to dance.
The smell of the ocean fills my nose and I know exactly who it is.
Blake. We move with one another while I take notice of how his muscles move against me.
He feels like a wall of muscle pressed into my back as we continue to move.
Eventually, I turn around to face him before repositioning my hands back around his neck.
He’s wearing a dark hoodie with a kevlar vest and mask.
The music changes to “RUNRUNRUN” by Dutch Melrose and we continue dancing along to the beat. It’s not until the lights flash that I pick up the details of his mask and the color of his eyes. I’m frozen as I stare in shock. Fuck.
“You heard the song…Run, Little Siren, Run. Run for your life. I’ll tear out your heart, it’ll always be mine.” He says in a rhythmic kind of way but his playfulness is lost on me as I take in the situation. He is here, in public, and wants to chase me.
Don’t have to tell me twice. I take off through the crowd, dodging bystanders left and right. Carefully avoiding the attention of my men to not cause a mass shootout and ruin the night. I keep dodging him. Every time I think I’ve lost him, there he is within reach.
“Run La Sirena. We both know what will happen if I catch you.” I nod.
“You’ll kill me.” I state.
He chuckles and says, “Oh, I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to eat you alive. You’re mine, Everly.”
I shake my head no. I refuse to let him in my head again.
“We are inevitable. Don’t you see? No matter how far you go, I’m always there.
No matter who you fuck, you can’t escape me.
I’m etched into your soul like a tattoo on skin.
So run Little Siren, run to your heart’s desire, but know that I’ll always find you.
” He says this with so much conviction I am frozen in place.
Every moment we’ve ever had comes flooding back at full force.
Before I know it, I sprint through the crowd again.
Away from him and his destruction. Sliding behind a corner, I creep down a hallway until I secure myself in one of the staff bathrooms. Panic takes over.
I throw myself into a stall and pull my legs up so they aren’t visible from below.
The bathroom door opens and closes with a bang signaling I’m not alone.
I control my breathing while the intruder comes and goes.
I wait a few minutes before leaving the stall and locking the main door.
Walking to the sink, I rest my weight on the edge and try to come up with a plan.
All of that goes out of the window when I look up in the mirror to find Ghost standing directly behind me. I nearly scream but he closes the distance between us before I can. His body pressed flush against my back, I struggle to breathe. “Slow Down” by Chase Atlantic plays in the distance.
“So how’s Blake Mikaelson?” He asks out of nowhere. I stand stunned. I completely forgot about him up until this moment. He’s probably looking for me.
“He’s none of your business.” I glare at him.
“If only you knew. You are my business, Little Siren. Have your fun, use him when you have an itch to scratch, but admit that you crave me. The hate, the control, the passion. You crave all of it. You need it.”
“You know nothing about me.” I shoot back.
“I know that you bounced on his dick like a crazed woman, all to the thought of me. Tell me, did he satisfy you? Was his cock enough to make you cum? Did he know how you love to be devoured? Did he put his hand around your neck like you need? Did he call you a good girl for taking him so well?” I’m practically panting at his words.
“Stop. Please stop.” I beg. He brushed a piece of hair over my shoulder and gently kissed the place between my neck and shoulder. I close my eyes and lean my head back on instinct.
“Never. You need me, Everly. Admit it.” He presses against me further. His hands wrap around my body until his hand comes up to circle my neck.
“Never.” I breathe out.
“You will.” He says with certainty.
His hand not touching my neck slides over my frame until it finds the place between my legs. Sliding his hand up, he glides over my folds. I moan at the contact.
“Release yourself to me. Stop fighting me.” He softly demands.
“If this is so wrong, why does it feel so right?” He asks as his finger slides between my folds, finding my bundle of nerves. I buck at the feeling.
“Good girl, let it happen.” He coaches as his fingers begin sliding further back, teasing at my entrance. He pushes into me at a painfully slow pace. I clench around his finger as I hold his stare in the mirror.
“So needy for me. It's like you're trying to pull me in.” He offers. I start rocking back and forth on his fingers. My body defies me. I have no control when it comes to him. No matter how much I fight it.
I groan in frustration, spinning around in his hold.
I hop up onto the sink edge, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer to me.
In frustration I slap him as hard as I can and then lift his mask enough to crash his lips into mine.
It's magnetic. Our hands find anything tangible to hold onto.
I push my tongue past his lips, exploring his mouth.
He tastes euphoric. I moan in response. He reaches down to lift up my skirt.
Once on full display, he laces his fingers around the straps of my thong and pulls it down my legs.
He places them in his pocket, all while never breaking our kiss.
“I need you,” he pulls away to tell me.
“Take me,” I practically beg.
He undoes his pants and pulls his full erection out at lightning speed.
I bite my lip at the sight. Hello, old friend.
How I’ve missed you. He moves forward and leans into my entrance.
We share the same expression- eyes rolling as our jaws hang slack.
How could I ever say no to this? He fully enters me and I lean back against the mirror taking in the entire view.
Ghost looking at me with those beautiful eyes, dick buried in me, his moans as he slides in and out.
I clench around him as sensations build.
One hand holds my neck while the other moves down to rub my clit in a devilishly good way.
“Look at you taking me so well. That’s my girl.” He coos. I moan and rock against him, needing more friction. He speeds up hitting my g-spot perfectly. Just as I’m about to climax he speaks.
“Who do you belong to?” He beckons. This throws me over the edge and I cum in an explosive crash of bliss.
“You. It’s always you.” I moan out as my climax takes over me. I come down from the high as I look him over again. I don’t have enough care to worry about what I just said.
“That’s right. Now turn around and bend over. You’re going to watch yourself take all of me like the good girl you are.” Demand laced in his tone. Again? I don’t know if I can do it.
As if he can read my thoughts he says, “You can do it.” I nod using some of his confidence to climb down and do as I’m told. When I’m in position, I look up at him in the mirror.
“Just like that. Now, take me,” he tells me. I lean back into him.
Once I’m halfway impaled by his dick, he slams into me so hard I whimper. I’m going to die. Not by a bullet. Not by a knife. By this man’s dick. My thoughts are broken as a sharp snap lands on my ass. I look back to see a red handprint. The fucker spanked me.
“Eyes forward, Everly. Watch what you do to me.” I obey and look back to the mirror.
As he moves, I watch him. The way his face moves, the sounds he makes, the way he’s just barely containing his self control.
Pressure builds in my stomach as I keep watching.
Before I know it, I’m screaming in ecstasy.
“Ghost!” I yell out as my second orgasm racks my body like a hurricane. He continues to slam into me relentlessly. If it were even possible, I feel him swell more.
“You’re going to take my cum like a good girl, right?” He moans out.
“Please?” I beg. I need it. All of it.
His thrusts get sloppy and then he stills; Throbbing as he loses himself deep inside of me.
My legs are unsteady as we part and I’m forced to support myself on my own.
I turn around to face him as he collects himself.
He leans forward and kisses me possessively.
It takes my breath away. I almost struggle to let him go.
Pulling his mask down entirely, my thoughts swirl.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing anymore.
I don’t know who I am. All I know is that I don’t want this to ever end but it should never have begun.
“So beautiful.” He says to me as he takes in my image.
“What are we doing, Ghost?” I inquire. I need to get some answers so I can make sense of the thoughts whirling in my mind.
“I think it’s pretty self explanatory.” He chuckles.
“No, I mean you and me.” I point between us before continuing.
“We started out trying to kill each other and now you what? Want us to be a couple? I don’t even know your real name.
Why don’t you take your mask off and let me see you?
” I question as I lean forward to reach for his face.
He catches me by the wrist and kisses each of my knuckles.
“In due time, Little Siren. Good things come to those who wait.” He states.
“That’s not good enough for me. I can’t keep doing this. It’s tearing me apart inside. Why steal my kills? Why try to kill me? Why fuck me and leave me?” I demand answers. I’m done playing his games.
“This was never my plan, Everly. I never planned to feel what I do for you. The night we first met, I had every intent of killing you. Then I saw you, I heard your song, and I was trapped. You’re La Sirena, Everly.
From the moment I laid my eyes on you and I heard the song of the siren, I was a dead man walking.
You are all consuming. You took me under your spell and I never stood a chance. ” He admits.
“At what?” I ask with confusion. None of this makes sense.
“At not falling irrevocably in love with you.” He says simply, as if he were giving a lunch order. I stand frozen in time, processing the words I just heard.
“You can’t love me. You’ve only known me like a day. You’ve spent more time fucking me than talking to me.” I double down my efforts in denying his words.
“I know more about you than you think. I’ve known you longer than you could imagine. It’ll all make sense with time, I promise.” He says as he backs away to the door. He unlocks it and panic rises.
“Ghost, wait! What do you mean?” I spit out as he opens the door and holds it ajar while looking back at me.
“Do you trust me?” He asks with such honesty I could cry.
Without thinking, I answer, “With my life.” It’s true. I truly believe he would never really hurt me. Regardless of our history, I trust him in a sick kind of way.
“Then wait for me. Don’t forget about me. Okay?” He almost begs.
“Never.” I say honestly. I couldn’t even if I wanted to.
He smirks below his mask and offers a curt nod before disappearing behind the closing door. I stand pressed against the sink, taking in his words. Taking in this fucked up situation that leaves me wanting more each time. The question is: when will it be more than I’m willing to accept?