Chapter 26
GHOST
Punching the shit out of the heavy bag, my mind replays Xanthe’s words in my head.
She’s not wrong about me holding back with her, but I never thought she’d notice. There have been a few times I wanted to take our sex to a different level, but I always play it safe with her. I don’t ever want her to run from me or be scared of me.
Because that would break me.
I don’t ever want her to see that side of me—the monster I keep locked away whenever I’m around her.
She saw a sliver of it the first time she laid eyes on me.
I was an asshole then, and I knew if I were going to have her, I had to change for her and be the man she deserves. If I’m honest, it came naturally. I love taking care of her and making sure all her needs are met. I like cooking for her, washing her hair, and, of course, eating her pussy.
Why isn’t that enough for her? Why does she want to push me on this? Just because of Brandy’s words? Who cares what that whore thinks?
I work the bag until I physically tire. I don’t know how long I’ve kept Xanthe waiting, but she better not have left the clubhouse, even though I feel like shit that I walked away from her like that.
When I don’t see her in the bar, I head back upstairs to our bedroom, hoping she’s in there and not too upset with me.
“Xanthe?” I call out, opening the door and stepping inside the room.
When I see her, my jaw drops. I quickly lock the door behind me and stalk toward the bed. She’s sitting on her knees, naked, aside from a white lace thong, and she has one of my knives that I keep in the bottom drawer of my cupboard in her fingers.
She glances up at me and bites her lower lip. “You took longer than I thought, so I had to start without you.”
“What did you do?” I ask, my cock hardening.
“Touched myself a little,” she says coyly, rubbing the blunt edge of my knife across her tits. “I want you to show me what you do with this. I watched a video, and you don’t have to cut my skin.”
“No, I don’t,” I say in a deep growl. “Promise me you won’t run.”
“I’ll never run from you, Ghost. Unless I want you to chase me,” she teases, lying back on the sheets and opening her thighs, letting me see her wet pussy.
Fuck.
“Stay here,” I order. I go into my bathroom for a quick shower before I come back out naked. She’s still in the same spot, but her fingers are now sliding in her thong and over her clit. “Hands off, Xanthe. You wanted to play, and now we’ll do it my way.”
Picking up the knife, I run the blade across her skin. “Don’t move one inch. I’m trusting you to stay still, and you’re trusting me not to cut you.”
The blade slides across her inner thighs while I take over, stroking her clit.
“Ghost,” she whimpers.
“Play with your nipples. I want to watch,” I order, and Xanthe does as she’s told.
Lowering my mouth to her pussy, I slide the lace aside and let my tongue work its magic.
“Yes, Ghost,” Xanthe pants, arching her back.
Putting the knife on the bedside table, I eat her out until she comes, and then flip her over onto her stomach, ass in the air. Picking the knife back up, I trace it down her spine, taking my time, and then use it to slice off her thong.
I’m so fucking hard right now, seeing the blade cut through the lace and fall from her body. It has me slowly sliding into her wet heat, but then I don’t move. Instead, I trace lines on her back with the sharp blade.
“Ghost, please. Fuck me,” she pleads.
“If you move, you’ll get cut. And we don’t want that, do we, little one?”
She tightens her pussy around me, and a growl leaves my throat. “You want to get fucked? I thought you wanted to play with knives.”
She squeezes around me again. “I don’t care about the knife, just fuck me!”
I throw my head back and laugh, and she freezes, then turns back to watch me.
“What?” I ask, cupping her face.
“You look beautiful when you laugh,” she rasps, pushing back against me. “I don’t care if you cut me. I need you to fuck me. Hard.”
The knife falls to the floor as I grip her hips and fuck her with near-brutal strokes.
Xanthe goes home in the late afternoon, and we have church to discuss what Blade found on that phone. Apparently, the number belongs to someone named Henry Waters. Blade is trying to find out who the fuck that is.
We all spar in the gym and enjoy beating the shit out of each other. Suit keeps smirking at me, although I have no fucking idea why, but I’m about to kick his ass.
Bones comes up to me just as I’m about to leave. “Brandy fucks up one more time, she’s out. I told her that. She fucks with your old lady again, and that’s it.”
“She fucks with Xanthe again, and she’s dead,” I say without emotion, and Bones shakes his head.
“Ice cold, brother. Ice cold.”
“Wait until you meet your woman. You’ll be as fucking insane as I am,” I mutter, but he just shakes his head.
“No, brother. Someone has to keep all the pussy happy since you’re all settling down now.” He sighs and puts his hand on his chest. “Remember when we used to fuck and get head in public? What a time to be alive.”
My lip twitches. “I saw you getting head from Rose last week.”
“It was a good time.” He grins.
“You know, after War’s wedding, I came out here to get a drink, and I saw something…” I trail off.
Bones’ blue eyes widen. “Fuck off, you didn’t see anything.”
I smirk and head toward my room.
“Do not fucking repeat what you saw,” he calls out to me.
“I thought you said I didn’t see anything,” I reply, and the bastard laughs.
After a quick shower, I get into bed and check my phone to see what Xanthe is up to.
I almost drop my fucking phone when I see her sitting on her couch, dressed like a fucking dominatrix.
She’s wearing a tight leather top, a short leather skirt, knee-high leather boots, and red lipstick, with her thighs spread. Her phone is in her hand.
What the actual fuck?
I’m so hard it actually hurts.
Ghost
What are you doing?
She picks up her phone and smirks.
Xanthe
Just reading in bed. You?
Ghost
Little liar.
Xanthe
What do you mean?
She starts taking selfies of herself, and I wait for her to send them.
Only I don’t get any.
Who is she sending those to?
Ghost
I’m coming over now.
Xanthe
It’s okay, I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m going to bed.
I get dressed in record time and speed to her house. Knocking on the door, I frown when she opens it, wearing normal flannel pajamas. “I thought I told you not to come?”
My eyes narrow as I step inside and look at the couch. I wonder if I’m going crazy until she bursts out laughing. It’s only then that I put it all together… I’ve been played.
“Who told you?” I ask, gritting my teeth.
“It doesn’t matter. I can’t believe you had cameras in here this whole time and didn’t tell me!” she growls, but I can tell she’s not really mad.
“I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
“You saw me touching myself on the couch!” she whisper-yells.
I grin at the memory. “That was hot as hell. I almost broke your door down. I wanted you so badly, Xanthe.”
“You’re a control freak,” she mutters, wrapping her arms around my waist. “But I was missing you.”
“Sunshine, stop playing and go put that outfit back on right fucking now.”