Chapter 14
ADA
As he relayed that moment from so many years before, disbelief had me frozen. I had hated him for so long that I didn’t know if I could feel anything else.
Greyson still held me in his arms—tight, secure and safe—and I momentarily gave in to the embrace, eyes lapsing shut as the flickering candlelight transported me into a fever dream.
A romantic dinner, softly spoken declarations of love, the slow unwrapping of silk and lace.
However, that was an illusion never meant for us. In reality, we were enclosed in a burial chamber, exchanging cruel blows, covered in blood and dirt borrowed from the dead.
Yet, I’d never felt so alive, so entirely whole. And I was fucking terrified.
I attempted to struggle, but his strength greatly outweighed my own.
“You’ve been running for so long, little rabbit.
Aren’t you tired of lying to yourself? Of trying to convince yourself that you’re anything other than mine?
I know your affliction, dear stepsister.
No distance is ever far enough to escape me or my ownership,” he whispered.
One of his hands held my throat firm as the other snaked down my vibrating front.
“Not when you were on the other side of the country.” His fingers danced over my chest, pinching one of my nipples through the tight fabric, causing me to lean back, seeking more of his warmth.
“Not when you left for that stuck-up boarding school.” Greyson continued his descent lower.
“No matter where you run, this will always belong to me.” He finished by aggressively palming my centre—my dripping centre.
I should have been embarrassed, but instinct and desperation took over, my ass pushing back to grind against his solid length.
I was chasing that intoxication, the high he’d only ever been able to provide.
“No more lies. Is this virgin pussy still mine, little rabbit? Just mine?”
Greyson skimmed a finger beneath my saturated thong and pressed harshly against my clit. So good. I was a whimpering mess, choosing to hold back my scathing words in case I begged instead.
“Does this pretty pussy remember the imprint of my cock? The stretch of me buried deep inside?”
I nearly combusted when he circled my opening to then breach past my entrance with one thrust of his hand. I shook my head, trying to refute the evidence of my weeping pussy that clutched onto the intrusion, absolutely loath to let him go.
Greyson hummed. “Hmm. Yeah, she remembers…”
Then, he abruptly removed his touch, leaving me bereft and cascading from the escalating high. I wanted to rage, wanted to curse. He chuckled.
“But that’s right. You don’t need me anymore, right? You found someone better, someone who fucks you well and good. This isn’t for me then?” he teased, lifting his soaked fingers for both of us to inspect.
The sight alone made my walls spasm in expectation, aching to be filled. And when he sucked those digits into his mouth, the sound of his insatiable moans rebounded through the chamber, making me yield all dignity and respect.
“I lied. There’s no one else. Please, Greyson…use me.”
“There’s my girl,” he said before he returned his hands. He kept a tight grip on my throat as three fingers from the opposite hand lowered to shove inside my pussy—the invasion too much and nowhere near enough at the same time.
We were a writhing mess, Greyson’s front glued to my back as his cock slid between my ass cheeks, his touch turning harsh, claiming.
The hand restraining my neck squeezed tighter, cutting off my airway in rhythmic intervals to perfectly complement the strokes he played on my cunt.
Too soon, stars blasted behind my eyelids, and my chest heaved from the lack of air.
I can’t breathe.
As a spark of fear registered. Greyson pinched my clit, causing me to skyrocket into oblivion.
Pleasure. Pain. Pleasure. Pain.
My body was riddled with it, a cascading wave that refused to completely wash away.
“You’re mine forever, Ada,” he said. I could hear it in his voice. The possession and the ringing truth.
Since I’d hit that peak, the comedown was crashing fast, replaced by scepticism and internal anger.
I knew I had to step back and think, to steal some reprieve before I begged him to fill me with more than just his fingers.
I ripped out of his grip and turned, slashing a hand through the air like a rabid beast.
How dare he say such things…How dare he tear this yearning right out of me as if he speaks the language of my very soul.
“You speak of forever, Grey, but you don’t know the meaning of the word.”
“It means I’ll do anything to make you happy. I’ll be anything you need me to be. I’ll lie, cheat and kill for you. I choose you over everything, protect you against all others.”
“Protect me? Admit it, Grey. After you so thoroughly destroyed me, you didn’t think about me again. You didn’t come after me. You didn’t reach out. You left me to pick up the pieces from the destruction you had wrought.”
He jolted forward, roughly digging two fingers into my temple.
“Think about it, little rabbit. Nothing is ever that simple—especially for us and the toxic bloodlines in which we descend. Don’t be naive.
I may not have been by your side physically, but make no mistake, I was there.
There was no way I wasn’t going to ensure your safety… ”
He continued on, tone scathing and full of barbs.
“My father is a powerful man, Ada. I’d have been a fool to think he wouldn’t retaliate after what happened with that crazy bitch.
He had you as leverage…and you just made it fucking worse by leaving without a word.
I had no choice but to return here, to strengthen my allegiances—”
“Yeah, your allegiance to Annika, I bet.”
“I cut her fucking finger off, Ada! And trust me, she received the memo loud and clear. She’s kept away since, hiding her deformity behind pretty gloves and lies.”
I rolled my eyes. “How do I know you’re telling the truth? A decapitated finger is a bit far-fetched, even for you.”
Greyson stormed over to the crowded wall, collecting a bronze rectangular box, laden with encrusted gems.
“A belated birthday present.”
I took the offering and flipped the opening. Cushioned inside was a decomposing finger, the acrylic nail still attached. I recognised the intricate design immediately—I had seen it once before, attached to fingers that were wrapped around Greyson’s cock.
His gift was ominous, insane and so fucking romantic that I reacted on impulse and hijacked his lips with mine.
I invaded his mouth with my tongue, my palms running over his skin, every inch of him.
Greyson returned my fervour in kind, his fingertips insistently tracing my lines, leaving heat and bruises in their wake.
He kissed down my neck, a low whimper crawling up my throat to accompany his groans.
Years of hurt, longing and regret poured out of us, impatient and aggressive until we were utterly consumed.
“Fuck, little rabbit. If I knew my gift would make you so happy, I would have collected more.”
I bit into my lower lip as my nipples peaked from his offering, the threat of violence leaving me needy and wanting.
It was depraved, downright unhinged. Yet, I craved it all the same.
Greyson read my desperation and tore my dress right down the middle, exposing my bare front to the cool air.
He palmed my breasts, gaze pinpointed as he licked his lips. “Hmm, my dangerous girl is bloodthirsty…” He pinched my nipple, hard, the sharp stimulus causing my inner walls to quiver.
Greyson proceeded to lick and nip all over my exposed chest.
“Tell me, little rabbit, is your pulse racing from the promise of violence?” He had me intoxicated, his whispered words twisting me up with uncontrollable hunger.
“Mmm, you want me to tear her apart? To rip out her heart? To end her? ’Cause for you, I’ll do it, little rabbit. For you, I’ll do anything.”
I was already giddy from his declarations, but when his teeth sank into my sensitive breast, I shrieked.
Joint urgency climbed, and Greyson’s touch grew rougher, more potent. He tore through my thong to immediately reclaim my pussy with a possessive hand.
When he felt my dripping apex, Greyson growled. “Mm. Who knew jealousy could feel so good…”
I ripped at his waistband, his length beautiful, solid and thick in my palm. I couldn’t help the moan that emitted between us.
I squeezed. In threat and lust.
“She took what’s mine,” I panted, unapologetic and fierce.
“Uh-uh, little rabbit. How could she claim something that’s only ever been yours?”
“Mine?” I asked, scepticism thickening my tone.
“I’ve only ever been with one. Then and now.”
“You lie.”
Greyson caught my eyes, his gaze gleaming. “Do these lips lie? Does my cock lie? Does my entire heart fucking lie?”
He flattened my hand against the centre of his chest, the black organ pummelling beneath. “There’s no lie here except for the useless words coming out of your mouth, Ada.”
Before I could refute his assertion, Greyson swiftly lifted me, planting my ass on top of the large sarcophagus. And when my legs automatically parted to make room for him, my stepbrother thrust forward and penetrated his throbbing cock into my pulsing core. All the way to the hilt.
It felt like I was dying. And the only place I sought refuge was in the man before me.
He would inevitably be my death, but I’d surely die without him.
I cupped his face, soaking in every minute touch, absorbing each vicious stroke.
“My monster,” I murmured against his lips, the vow otherworldly and concrete.
“Yours,” he replied, sealing the promise with the only word that ever mattered.
As pleasure ascended higher, the atmosphere came alive with energy, our surroundings bursting in colour as we repeatedly joined as one.
An electrical energy began digging into my skin. My bloodstream raced with adrenaline and something more, as if the ghosts were rising from their graves to celebrate in our union.
That was when a niggling memory resurfaced—the remnants of a past conversation flitting through my mind, refusing to cease.
“What was the gift back then, Grey? The priceless family heirloom?”
His features lit up with exhilaration before he caught my lips in a searing, deep kiss.
I distantly processed him running something through his hands. However, that didn’t stop the punishing momentum of his cock entering me time and again.
Every single inch that he gave had my neurotransmitters firing with arousal, and I knew I was close to the edge.
“Come for me, little rabbit. Coat me in your cum and I’ll reward you. NOW!”
And who was I to refuse?
My orgasm detonated through my system, the aftershocks prolonged, riding on forever.
Greyson continued to pump in and out, lengthening my pleasure whilst chasing his own. Taking advantage of my blissed-out state, he then slipped a cold chain around my neck, and I felt the heavy pendant settle between my breasts.
“Happy belated birthday, darling...It belonged to him,” he said, flicking his chin to the shrine standing tall behind his back. “My ancestor gifted it to his wife on their wedding day.”
As my gaze raised over his shoulder to the spot he was referring, a cascade of emotions took me unawares.
Placed centre stage on the shelf was a black-and-white wedding photo, so clear as if the occupants were standing right there.
They look like us. But from a different time, another era entirely.
It felt as if I were staring at my own reflection, except I was wearing an 1800s wedding dress.
Although that sight was disturbing, my eyes seemed to sink into the husband—Greyson’s forebear and physical counterpart. Their features were identical except for the way they smiled.
The precursor version wore a pristine tailcoat suit, a matching top hat, with a beautiful brooch attached to his breast—one I had seen countless times before…on my ghost.
Terror soon took over, awareness pulling on the seams of my mind as my hand slowly enclosed the pendant sitting on my chest. I then unfurled my fingers to reveal my new gift, and everything suddenly clicked into place.
Sitting in the palm of my hand was the same decorative piece. Except it was real.
A beautiful ruby brooch, the shade of running blood, repurposed into a necklace.
And when my panicked gaze raised to the monster still thrusting inside me, his eyes flickered from the usual grey to glowing, iridescent white—then, his smile changed.
I was no longer looking at Greyson. It was someone else entirely—another who held just as much of a claim on me, the very one who haunted my dreams.
That was when my living poltergeist pressed his lips to my frozen ones, his kiss entirely different from the boy that he’d possessed.
An intrinsic need rushed forth from the very depths of me. A need I never wanted to surrender, but one he ripped out of me all the same.
My body betrayed me, my senses overtaken. When he shuddered and met his climax, I joined him over that cliff.
Then he gave me his same promise, the final words that would remain with me forevermore.
“You are mine in every lifetime.”
My scream reverberated off the tomb walls, accompanied by the Bartholomew cathedral bells that signalled midnight.
The echoes were daunting, mixing with the cheers of Halloween celebration.
The End
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