Chapter 2 #3
After that, whatever resistance is left in my body shatters.
I’m his.
I moan shamelessly as I rock my hips faster and harder, riding his throbbing erection through his pants as he twists and pinches my nipple. His other hand suddenly slides up my back, and when he wraps my long red hair in his fist and pulls hard, I cry out a needy, broken cry of pleasure.
Your hair x my fist.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, my FUCKING fuck.
I’m going to come.
I can’t let myself do that. There’s no fucking way I can. But his fingers roll and pinch my nipple until my vision blurs. His cock pulses and throbs against my slick pussy until that sweet, delicious friction is the only thing my body needs.
Not food. Not water. Not even oxygen. Just the grinding pressure of my clit against that huge, bulging erection throbbing against my center.
No no no no no…
YESSSS.
My entire body jolts and spasms, and before I can even try to hold back, the explosion rips through me.
Oh God…
My spine arches violently against his muscled chest as his fingers twist and pull at my nipple. His huge cock jumps and twitches under my pussy as wetness floods my thighs.
“That's it, baby,” the modulated voice rasps into my ear. “Come all over my fat fucking dick like a good girl.”
Another spasm wrenches through me, ripping a broken cry from my lips before I suddenly go limp.
…right against him.
Fuck.
I need to flee the scene of the crime immediately and seek psychiatric help.
With every ounce of strength I can possibly muster, I stagger to my feet.
A weird numb feeling bleeds through me. What was that? Coercion? Full-on assault? I try really hard to lock onto those words, because they make what just happened okay, in a fucked-up way. They absolve me of any blame in the madness of what just happened.
But try as I might, I can’t get those words to stick.
Numb, I stagger away from him, my face pulsing with heat and my vision still blurry from the orgasm that just ripped through me. The room is silent, but I can feel his eyes on me as I stumble over to where I left my clothes from the party.
It doesn’t even faze me that I’m naked again in front of him as I slip off the schoolgirl skirt and put my dress back on.
“Stop.”
I tense up just as I’m bending over to step into my panties.
“Come here.”
I swallow as I stand, my back still to him as my chest heaves.
“Come here, Galina.”
A tremble ripples through me as I turn, my eyes on the floor between us. My pulse jangles erratically as I walk back over to him.
“Look at me.”
When I don’t, he stands, unfurling himself from his chair like a dragon uncoiling in its lair.
“I said look at me, little villain.”
I shiver as I slowly drag my gaze up his body—over the mortifying wet stain on his pants, thanks to me, up his tattooed abs and chest, until I’m looking into that haunting dark mask, looming way above me.
He extends his hand, palm up.
“I’ll take those.”
I blink. “Take…what?”
“These.”
He deftly reaches down and plucks the panties hanging from my hand. And again, even with the mask, I can feel his eyes on me as he twists the pink lace around his tattooed fingers.
“Enjoy the rest of the party.”
I blink as he abruptly walks past me toward the door.
“Wait,” I blurt, whirling.
The Ghost Prince pauses, turning slightly to look at me.
“Oh, did you want to come all over my pants again?” he murmurs, the hint of amusement in his tone coming across even with the modulation.
My face heats wildly.
“Th-the video,” I mumble. “You said you’d delete it.”
Silence settles over the dark room as he looks at me.
“I don't remember that.”
My eyes widen. “Hang on, I just—”
“Came on me. I know.”
Smug motherfucker.
I blink rapidly, my pulse rising. “You said—”
“I said it couldn’t hurt your chances.” His shoulder lifts. “I don’t believe it did.”
He turns and starts to walk to the door again.
“Wait!” I yell, bolting after him. “Hang on! You can’t just fucking—”
I gasp sharply as he suddenly whirls on me. His hand flies to my throat and grabs the O-ring of the choker I'm still wearing. His finger slips through the metal and twists it, instantly tightening the strap around my windpipe and making my eyes bulge as my air threatens to cut off.
“Tell me to wait one more time, little villain,” he murmurs downright calmly, “and I may find that I’m more in the mood to watch you bounce on my lap without my pants stopping my cock from driving balls deep into your soaking pussy.”
My eyes bulge wide.
The Ghost King looks at me with zero emotion on his blank, masked face.
My head quickly shakes side to side. His finger stays in the loop of my choker for one more second before he untwists it and slips his finger free. I suck in a huge, ragged breath, feeling a black, poisonous snake curling inside me.
“You were a very good girl for me, Galina,” he growls quietly. His hand raises, and I shiver when he cups my jaw and deftly drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “I can’t wait to see how good a girl you are for me next time.”
Without another word, he turns, opens the door, and walks out.
My whole body tingles.
Next time??