Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(27)

“Are you okay?” Ghost speaks up, catching me off guard.

“The door,” I rush out, breathlessly. “Please shut the door.”

And he does.

Taking in a slow, deep breath, and closing my eyes, embarrassment washes over me. I can’t believe he’s seeing me like this, amid an anxiety attack, and at my lowest.

“What did she do to you?” Ghost asks, barely any sound to his voice.

“Nothing,” I whisper, tightly gripping the edge of the sink.

“Quinn—”

“Nothing,” I sternly repeat, inhaling a small, shaky breath. “It was nothing.”

“Alright,” he says, the door creaking open. “I’ll give you space.”

“No,” I gasp, looking into the mirror and locking my gaze on him, completely unbothered by the creepy Ghostface mask in the reflection. “I don’t want space.”

He shuts the door, his hand lingering on the doorknob. After a moment, he cautiously approaches me.

“What do you want?” he asks, testing me, pressing the solid frame of the front of his body against my backside. “Do you want to talk?”

Shaking my head, I softly respond, “No.”

“Then, what?” he gruffly asks. “Use your words, little Quinn.”

“A distraction,” I carelessly breathe, flustered. “I want a distraction.”

Reaching around to the front of my chest, he locks his gloved hand around my throat, holding me still. “Like this?” he breathes, tightening his grasp.

I nod slightly.

Leaning down, he hesitates beside my ear. “Your words, Quinn,” he reminds me.

“Yes,” I mutter. “More.”





DAMIEN





She stares at me through our reflection in the mirror. Gently holding her jaw, I turn her head to the side, forcing her to look at me. Really look at me.

Through the black mesh covering the dark holes of this mask, and just the right lighting, I wonder if she’s able to get a glimpse of my eyes.

I wonder if she sees the desire igniting within them.

After turning her around to face me, I lean down and grip the back of her legs, swiftly lifting her from the floor. I ease her onto the edge of the sink, my hips settling between her thighs. If she needs a distraction, I’ll gladly give it to her.

“This?” I question, my voice dripping like silk.

“More,” she whispers.

“I know what you want, but I love to hear you beg.”

Brushing my hands against the back of her legs, I observe her face intently. She’s so fucking needy; it’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.

Far more beautiful than I ever thought possible.

Watching her from a distance clearly didn’t do her enough justice.

My fingertips trail down her damp inner thighs, and once I reach the buttons of her bodysuit, I hesitate, trying not to lose control.

I want her so goddamn bad.

Jerking my dick in the shower, eyes closed while picturing her doing the same to herself, never quite did the trick for me. It got the job done, but there’s still been this uncontrollable ache for all these years.

I’m longing to bury myself inside her.

To make her scream.

Being with her like this, alone in a stranger’s bathroom, on Halloween night, is far different. This is madness.

I had strict orders. I took an oath.

However, right now, none of that means jack shit to me.

My cock clearly has a mind of its own.

And it wants her… despite any consequences.

“Please,” she lets out in a hushed moan, gripping my shoulders. “Please, more.”

“You call that begging?”

“Please,” she pleads, as I rub her clit over the thin fabric. “Please, Ghost, please.”

“Fuck, baby,” I sharply exhale, jaw clenched tight. This might be my only chance. I’m in costume, and she has no idea who lurks beneath. To her… I’m Ghost. “That’s right. Say my name.”

“Ghost.”

My dick twitches.

“Are you on birth control?” I ask.

“Yes,” she replies, shaking her head once she spots the condom in my grasp. “I was recently tested, and I’m clean. Are you?”

I nod, tossing the foil packet onto the counter.

“Now distract me,” she demands.

Fuck.

I groan, tearing open the now flimsy buttons at her crotch. Lifting the robe of my costume, I waste no time in yanking down my pants, right below my ass. My cock jerks upward, pre-cum already leaking from the tip.

She takes in my size, and her eyes drastically widen.

Yes, baby. It’s all for you.

Every inch I have to offer… and more.

She braces on my shoulders as I grip beneath her knees, yanking her right to the very edge of the sink. I take my straining cock in my fist, inching closer. She leans back and spreads her legs wider for me. Toying with her, I rub the rosy head of my cock up and down her wet slit.

Again, and again, I take my time.

“Please,” she pleads, trembling against me, and I can’t fucking take it anymore.

All it takes is one, hard thrust, and we both yell out, and I’m not even halfway in. I can’t even remember the last time I fucked a woman raw.