Chapter Fifteen
Run, Ghost, Run
He unzips his hoodie and I'm pleased to find him shirtless underneath.
Slipping off his shoes, he leans on the bed and I notice him wearing a necklace with the French Mafia sigil as a pendant. He climbs on the bed and stalks towards me until we are nose to nose and that pendant rests in the valley of my breasts. The cold metal causes goose bumps to form beneath it, only adding to the energy between us in this moment.
Reaching behind him, he pulls a large military style knife out and trails the tip from my knee to inner thigh. I moan in response to the feeling. The blade travels up and bites at my hip bone. I bite my lip while watching every movement he makes.
He moves it north as it travels up my stomach pushing away my top’s fabric and freezing right below the scar that leaves a permanent memory of the night we met.
Leaning down he kisses it. I quiver and press my legs together.
He continues moving the knife upwards, gliding between my breasts.
He slides it over and circles a nipple before lightly flicking it with the tip.
A squeaky moan leaves my lips as I bite down on my lip in an attempt to muffle my noises.
The knife shoots up and presses against my throat.
I gulp and my jaw goes slack, creating a circle with my lips.
“That noise is my second favorite thing in this world.” He says breathlessly. He leans forward, resting his head against mine.
“What’s the first?” I curiously ask. He pulls back so we are nose to nose again.
“You.” He says simply with a head nod. Reaching up I take his head in my hands and trace some of the design with my thumbs.
“I want to touch you.” I practically beg. He seems to mull over this for a moment before nodding.
“Close your eyes.” He says softly. I do exactly as he says.
Suddenly there’s a fabric pulled over my head and rolled up to expose my mouth and nose.
I immediately realize it's his mask that he put on me.
Subtly opening my eyes, I am met with nothing but darkness.
The fabric is too thick to see him through, even if I dared to try.
“How’s that, beautiful?” he asks. He’s a little farther away from me than he was moments ago.
“Good. Can I touch you now?” I ask, trying to contain my excitement.
He reaches out to take my wrists in his hands.
He pulls them up and I feel heat near my fingertips.
Taking control, I pull my hands together and they make contact with skin.
Short stubble tickles my palms as my fingers etch his cheekbones.
I move them to find his eyes. He has long eyelashes.
Running down, I contour his nose and land on his lips.
My thumbs glide over them, tentatively trying to memorize every detail.
Like if I blink, he will slip from my grasp.
Sliding them over his face, my hands find his hair.
It’s thick, medium length, and has a curl to it.
I run my hands over his head until they find the back of it.
Taking hair in my fists, I pull him down to me until our lips connect.
Lighting bolts shoot between us as we turn into a heaving mess of saliva and bruised lips.
The knife at my throat is ever apparent as every time I swallow, the blade rubs against my skin.
He pulls away and licks my lips slowly. His head dips and he begins biting and sucking at my neck.
He continues that as he moves down my body.
Starting at my collar bones, he bites the skin causing me to yelp.
My hips buck in response. He moves to the swells of my breasts, teasing one after the other.
I moan out as he licks my nipple then takes it between his teeth.
He bites and licks the valley between my breasts and continues his journey down my body only stopping above the hem of my shorts.
“Are you wet for me, baby?” he says between nibbles. I don't respond quickly enough so he slaps my breast causing me to yelp.
“Answer me, Everly.” He demands.
“Yes.” I breathe out.
“Good girl. Now I’m going to fuck you with this knife. You are not to remove your mask or I will punish you. Do you understand?” He beckons a response but I can’t help thinking about him punishing me. What would this entail?
“How will you punish me?” My curiosity is winning.
“You naughty little vixen. You like the idea of that don’t you? Me punishing you.” He makes a low chuckle. A sharp sting to my other breast causes me to cry out. Thoughts spiral as I think of all the things he could do to me. This only grows my arousal.
“You didn’t answer the question.” He says sternly. My mind races to remember his questions.
“Yes.” I moan.
“To which one?” He whispers.
“Both.” I whine again at the pressure building between my thighs. I need relief soon or I’ll explode.
Suddenly my bottoms are removed and my instinct is to spread my legs.
The cool air at my core causes me to grind my hips.
The knife is removed from my neck and follows its original path but this time stops at my pubic bone.
It leaves my skin and it is replaced with something dull and smooth.
It parts my lips while gliding over my bundle of nerves.
I cry out and throw my head back at the sensation.
It moves up and down over my clit in slow strokes.
It moves down and threatens my entrance.
I clench involuntarily, my body trying to pull it in to feed the growing need for release.
It pushes past the opening and I all but scream.
The handle has divots and intricate detailing that creates a ribbed sensation.
I have never felt anything like it. He begins pushing it further and I groan loudly.
He moves it further and my body clamps around it in a vice grip.
Even my body knows this is wrong. Things that are so wrong should not feel this good.
“Breath, Little Siren. That’s not even all of it.” I didn’t know I was holding my breath until I gasped, sucking in oxygen.
A little more and he fills me to the hilt.
My legs begin shaking in response. He backs out a bit before reclaiming its previous position.
He starts moving at a slow pace, allowing my body to adjust to the foreign object filling me up.
He increases his speed until I nearly come undone.
His hand reaches up and teases my nipples just as his mouth claims my pussy.
My ecstasy reaches an all time high and I clamp down on the knife handle.
My orgasm hits me in waves as I start to scream.
A hand flies up over my mouth, stifling my sounds.
I see stars and my breathing is labored as I come down.
“Fuck, baby. You made me make a mess of your sheets.” He says breaking the silence. I nearly rolled into a second orgasm at his words. The bed shifts and he is between my legs again. Grabbing my hips and flipping me over so that I am on my stomach.
“Ass up. I want to see all of you.” He commands.
I do as I’m told. Pushing my hips forwards and baring myself on shaking legs, I use my elbows to support the remaining weight.
The feeling of movement on the bed demands my attention.
I’m stunned by the feeling of something pushing at my core. It’s warm and smoother this time.
“I don't know if I can do it.” I tell him with a shaky breath.
“You can and you will. You are going to take me like the good girl you are and you will milk me dry.” He says before pushing all the way into me. My legs violently shake but he grasps my hips to stabilize me.
“Ghost, please.” I beg but I don't know for what. Mercy or release, maybe.
He starts moving rapidly, pounding into me so hard that my vision goes in and out. I can feel a third orgasm building by the second. My body quivers as he continues his assault. My pussy starts to pulsate but a sharp slap to the ass halts it.
“You don't cum unless I tell you to.” He says as he ruthlessly slams into me.
The mixture of pain and pleasure has turned me into a whimpering drooling mess.
His hand slides down and rubs my clit, only building my torture.
He leans into my body and bites my shoulder causing me to buck my hips.
He pushes himself back up until he is repositioned and starts pushing my body down.
Arching my back, it gives him a better advantage of hitting my g-spot over and over again.
My orgasm threatens to come just as his movements get sloppy.
“Cum, baby.” He growls out.
I explode in convulsions. He makes a long pain like groan as he finds his release.
His hot cum fills my insides which only adds to my orgasm.
I’m spent, gasping for air and shaking. Sleep tries to take me but I won't let it. I’m not ready to lose him again.
He moves from my body and I can hear water running nearby.
He returns with a dip in the bed and a warm wash cloth is used to clean me up.
“Eyes closed, head down.” He says. The mask is pulled from my head and before I know it, my body is pushed onto my side and under the covers.
“You may open your eyes.” He states.
Turning over, I’m met with the same mask I had on just moments ago.
There is none other than Ghost himself, under my comforter, mere inches from me.
My hand reaches out and draws lines up and down his arm.
It skips over to his neck and I trace the intricate tattoos that cover his skin there too. He’s beautiful in every way imaginable.
“Ghost?” My heart pounds as the words I want to say come forward.
“Hm?” He hums.
“Why can’t I see you? Every time we are together, it's cosmic. I hate when you leave and hate it more when you are gone. Stay with me. You say we are inevitable and meant to be, yet you keep leaving me. So stay. I want you to stay.” I ramble, desperate to keep him here at this moment.
“I want to stay. You have no idea how badly I want you, just like this, but I can’t. Not yet.” He holds my head in his hands, trying to make me believe his words.
“Why can’t I see you?” I need to know. Does he have scars? No, I would have felt them.
“Soon.” He offers with a less than certain tone.
“That’s not good enough, Ghost. You have no idea what this has been doing to me. You have no idea what this does to my head every time you leave. I’m in pain when you aren’t here.” Anger takes over my senses. All the time I have wasted on this man for him to continue to mess with my head.
“I’m sorry.” I nearly laugh at his declaration.
“Fuck your sorry’s. I need all of you or none of you, Ghost. So either be with me, and I mean really be with me, or put me out of my misery.” I beg.
“I can’t.” Am I not good enough? Why do men keep doing this to me? Why am I never enough?
“What do you mean you can’t? You can’t leave me or you can’t love me?” I need to hear him say it. To tell me every horrible thought that has crossed my mind since what those men did to me.
“Don't you get it? I would slay the devil himself for an eternity with you.” His words pull tears from my eyes but I won't cry. Not for him. He gets up from the bed and dresses. It’s apparent he intends to leave.
“Then why not stay? You say something like that but keep leaving.” I'm desperate. I need him to stay, even if it's just for a few more minutes. I know if he leaves, it’ll destroy me.
“Everly, hell’s fire would be less painful than loving you.” He says while inching closer to the balcony doors.
“Ghost, please. Do you want me to say it? I will if it means you’ll stay.
” I pull myself up onto my knees and wrap the comforter round me, trying to calm my nerves of panic.
He turns around and walks out the doors.
Scrambling, I push my way to the opening just as he climbs over the railing and jumps.
“Ghost! I love you.” I scream as I watch him walk farther and farther away.
Deep down, I know that I mean it. No matter how hard I fight him, it's the truest words to ever be spoken. He’s a drug.
One that fills me with such euphoria it’s almost painful, while absolutely ruining me every time I have it. He halts for a moment and turns around.
“I love you too, Little Siren. Even if it kills me.” He shouts back and with that he strides off into the night, taking my heart with him.
Grief takes over my senses as I fall into a ball on the ground.
Sobs rack my body as I convulse in a fit of tears and pained moans.
The saying that is said about not knowing what you had until it's gone, bullshit.
I never had him but I know now that I need him.
Like the flowers need the sun, I am deprived of the only thing my soul has ever craved.