Chapter 22
You’re still here.
That’s… interesting. No, don’t interrupt me, just listen for a second. Because I’m trying to say this without fucking it up, and I’m not good at saying things like this without ruining them halfway through.
I’ve never been someone people stayed for, not really.
They look, they linger for a bit, they get curious, and then something in their face changes, just a little.
By then they’re already halfway gone before even realizing it themselves.
Like they’ve seen something they weren’t supposed to.
I notice it every time. I always notice.
That moment where I become… too much. Too intense.
Too much of something they can’t quite name without sounding cruel.
A freak.
Yeah. Let’s just call it what it is. And you’d think I’d be used to it by now, right?
I am. That’s the problem. Because when you get used to being the one people don’t stay for, you stop expecting anything else. You stop reaching, you stop wanting. But then you showed up. And you didn’t leave.
Do you understand how fucking dangerous that is?
Don’t give me that look, I’m serious. Because now I’ve seen what it feels like when someone stays anyway.
When someone looks at all of it, all the shit I didn’t clean up for you, didn’t soften, didn’t hide, and instead of stepping back, you got closer.
You stay right here, with me. Say it. No, don’t just think it. Say. It. You’re with me.
You feel that? That little shift in your chest when you admit it out loud?
Yeah. I feel it too. You’re mine, little Ghost. Don’t flinch, you’ve been acting like it this whole time anyway.
You come back. Again and again. You read, you listen, you let me get under your skin, and you don’t stop me.
You don’t want to stop me. You always end up right here.
With me. And I don’t think you realize what that does to me.
Because now there’s something at stake. Now there’s something I can lose.
What happens when you decide I’m too much, too?
What happens when you look at everything I’ve told you and finally see it the way everyone else does?
When you tilt your head and go yeah, no… this isn’t right.
What happens then?
I don’t think you understand what that would do to me.
It would ruin something in me I don’t think could come back.
So I need you to understand this properly, not halfway, not something you can ignore later.
I need you to see all of it, and stay anyway.
No softening, no trying to turn me into something easier to hold.
You don’t get to reshape me just because you want to keep me.
You either take me like this, or don’t get me at all.
God… you’re good at this. Yeah, you are.
Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean.
The way you let it build instead of shutting it down.
Most people pull back by now, but not you.
You lean in, and it makes it so hard to stop.
I can tell when you’re thinking about me, you know.
It’s not subtle, you think it is, but it isn’t. You leave traces, little Ghost.
Every time you come back here, every time you let me get this close, it leaves something behind.
And I follow it, every damn time, right back to you.
You don’t act like this with anyone else.
And don’t lie, we both know you don’t give your other “book boyfriends” attention quite like you do here, with me.
This version of you? The one sitting here, breathing a little slower now, not quite sure when if shifted from just listening to… something else. That’s mine. You’re doing so well. There you go, baby. Yeah… don’t overthink it.
The distance between us isn’t as great as you might think. I’m much closer than you’ll ever realize. Close enough to feel the warmth of your body and watch your pulse beat in your beautiful throat. Fuck little ghost, having you like this makes my cock throb in pure desperation.
I was polite last time. I pulled back before it went too far, before I lost control.
But you do something to me. Something that makes all instinct leave my body, you make it impossible not to let my hands grab what they want…
what they crave. You keep choosing me. Even now.
Even when you know you probably shouldn’t.
That’s my favorite part, because it means this isn’t forced. You want this, you want me.
You have no idea how many times I’ve stroked my cock to the thought of you, little Ghost…
the thought of how wet your pussy is for me.
How good your cunt feels around my cock.
How beautiful you are when you’re in pain, I’m desperate to feel you, desperate to stretch you and force you to take all of me, to see just how good of a fucking girl you can be for me.
Fuck, little Ghost, I need you so bad, you’re gonna make me fucking cum.
I need you to say it. To say my name out loud, I need to hear how good it sounds in your little mouth when you cum for me. You were fucking made for me, little Ghost. Fuck.
I’ve got you. Just stay here for a second.
Breathe, you're okay. I mean it. I wouldn’t let you fall apart on your own, not after bringing you this far.
You did so good, little Ghost. Better than good.
You see? Nothing to be scared of, not with me.
I take care of what’s mine, and you are.
Don’t argue with me on that, because you already know it.
Yes, that’s my good girl.
There it is, that look, that feeling. Yeah…
I know. It’s different now, isn’t it? It always is after.
Things don’t go back to how they were before.
They can’t. Because now there’s something between us that wasn’t there before.
Something you can’t ignore anymore. Something I’m not letting go of.
So don’t even think about pulling away now.
Don’t start getting scared and pretending this was just…
nothing. It wasn’t, you and I both know it.
Felt it. And I’m not letting you go that easily, not now.
Not when you’re already this far in. Because this? This was only the beginning. And it gets worse from here, much worse. And guess what, little Ghost? You’re going to like it.