Epilogue
EPILOGUE
brETT
1 year later…
I take in a deep breath—or, at least I try to, but something is wedged between my teeth, pushing my tongue back and partially cutting off my airway. Alarm bells ring in the recesses of my mind, though the sound is muted as if buried under ten tons of dirt.
Foggy. My whole mind is foggy. I struggle to open my eyes and find them partially crusted from sleep. When I do manage to open them, I’m staring up at a ceiling I don’t recognize—though, that could be because my sight is so blurry. I try to raise a hand to rub my eyes, and that’s when I realize I’m bound to a long, metal table .
Panic grips my chest, heating my skin despite the coolness of the table I’m pressed against. I thrash against the restraints holding my ankles spread, desperately trying to remember something—anything—that will explain the situation I’m in.
Tears leak out of the corner of my eyes as fear takes hold, twirling its icy fingers into my drug-addled mind and forcing out any speck of composure I was holding on to. A garbled scream works its way through my gag as a glass bottle appears in my line of sight, held tightly by a gloved hand.
The lip of the bottle is positioned at the corner of my eye, and it takes me a few moments to realize what’s happening. He’s collecting my tears.
A few minutes later the bottle is pulled away, only to be replaced with his gloved thumb as he gathers the remnant of the liquid on my cheeks. There’s a small sucking sound, followed by a deep groan of pleasure.
“You taste divine,” he whispers, placing that gloved hand on my inner thigh. He trails his fingers along my skin slowly, agonizingly, drawing heat to my skin wherever he touches. My terror is quickly replaced with desire as my mind warms to the familiar touch. A touch I crave. Need.
A breathy moan slips past the gag as his fingers dip inside me, swirling teasingly against my walls before pulling out. His hands continue their exploration, trailing up my abdomen and sliding his hands under to cup my breasts. He skims over the gentle swell of my cleavage, then back down the contours of my torso, brushing his fingertips along my hips before digging his fingers in.
“This body, ” Ghost groans, his voice hitching as he slides his hands under, cupping my ass roughly. “This fucking pussy. ” He steps flush against me, his bare cock twitching toward my entrance. “Always ready for me. Always crying to be taken. Used. Violated.” Ghost dips low, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. “You like this, don’t you? Waking up, bound and helpless. Not knowing exactly who put you here or if you’re safe.”
I shake my head weakly, eliciting a dark chuckle from Ghost. “Liar.”
A gentle hum fills the air as electricity prickles my skin. I look down to see a long black rod in Ghost’s palm, the neon glow from the tip casting eerie shadows along the planes of his face. With a malicious smirk, Ghost touches the cattle prod to my hip.
I choke on my own scream as lighting fills my veins, causing my muscles to spasm as the electricity runs its course. When he pulls away, I suck in a heaving breath through the gag, a fresh wave of tears building in the corners of my eyes.
“That’s a good girl,” he breathes, stepping out from between my thighs and moving toward my head, where he pulls out the bottle again. “Seeing you cry makes me so fucking hard.”
When he’s satisfied, he retakes his position between my legs, violet eyes bright with hunger. He brushes his thumb over my clit, sending a fresh wave of electricity coursing through me. My eyes find his face, my desire cresting at the effervescent expression on his face.
“Do you want my cock inside you, Brett?”
I nod feverishly, bucking my hips toward him in an attempt to take him faster. Ghost chuckles low, his pupils blown as he watches me debase myself for him. “Finally, a truth.”
My body sighs as Ghost thrusts inside me, filling me past the point of comfort. Instead of crying out, I push into the feeling, my body convulsing as raw pleasure shocks my system. He moves slowly at first, savoring the way my pussy grips his cock. Unable to hold back, Ghost lets out a growl as he slams into me viciously, causing the table to screech against the floor as it rocks back and forth.
He presses his hips flush against mine, his eyes rolling to the back of my head as he presses against my cervix. Pain floods my veins, but it only makes me crave more. Deeper. Harder.
“You want to know a secret?” Ghost breathes, a manic sheen in his purple gaze. My eyes go wide as a wicked smile spreads his lips. He doesn’t give me time to answer as he begins moving again, shoving all logical thought from my mind as the pleasure crests in my veins. He dips low, his breath brushing the shell of my ear as his hand trails up, resting square on my stomach. “You know…” he whispers, fingers digging lightly into my stomach. “Vasectomy reversals can be very successful.”
My lower abdomen clenches as the words fall from his mouth, but my mind is so muddled, I can’t quite piece the words together. “Mmh?”
“Shh,” Ghost coos, punctuating the sound with a violent thrust. His eyes dance with a deep yearning as he looks into mine, and my entire body clenches as he turns that look toward my stomach. “I bet you’d look so fucking perfect swollen with my child.”
I gasp through the gag, a fist tightening around my heart as his sentiment becomes clear. Ghost looses a dark chuckle as he notices my expression, each thrust coming faster and more powerful than the last.
“That’s right, darling,” he whispers, his voice choked. “I’m going to fucking breed you.”
My head falls back as the words fall from his lips, as my walls collapse around him. My orgasm comes so suddenly, so violently, that it tears a scream from my mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” Ghost chokes, slamming his hips flush with mine as he finds his release a moment later. His cock throbs in the deepest part of me, filling me with his seed as he pitches forward, pressing his forehead to mine. Ghost’s chest heaves in time with mine as he pulls the gag from my mouth, only to cover my mouth with his. His lips feverishly work with mine as the last of his release floods into me, as he claims me in a way he never has before.
“I love you, darling,” Ghost whispers, peppering my face with loving kisses as he slowly undoes the restraints. “And I meant what I said,” he growls, his eyes dipping to my stomach as he finishes freeing my wrists.
With a lazy smile, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss before letting him go to free my ankles. I watch him work, my chest buzzing with a strangely warm feeling. I bring my hand to my stomach, rubbing lazy circles around the area as I imagine the scenario Ghost posed a minute ago. Could I really bring a child into this world? One with Ghost.
The man in question shoots me a lazy smile, doing strange things to my hormones. As he pulls me into his arms, holding me to him like I’m the most precious thing on this earth, I have my answer.
“Hey, Ghost?”
He stops short in the doorway to the bedroom, his eyes immediately finding mine with a worried expression. “Yes, darling? What’s wrong?”
I let out a little chuckle, reaching up to cup his face. “Nothing. I was just thinking how… I think you’d make a kickass father.”
His eyes fill with a ravenous glint, and he practically sprints the rest of the distance to the bed. I land on the mattress with a squeal, laughter peeling from my mouth as Ghost clamors on top of me, the expression on his face reminiscent of a kid on Christmas morning.
“Really?” he whispers. “You really think so?”
I giggle, nodding ever so slightly. “I do. ”
“Well then…” he presses his face into my neck, taking a deep breath. Like I’m his oxygen. His lifeline. His reason for living. He raises his eyes to meet mine, and I know that I’m right.
“Let’s not waste any more time.”