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“Xero, can I come?”
My eyes roll to the back of my head. “I love it when you ask for permission because your pleasure is mine.”
“Yours,” she says, her voice hoarse.
“We’ll come together,” I say, the words escaping my throat in a growl.
She writhes against my chest, and her inner muscles tighten around my cock and the dildo. Her orgasm is so close I can almost taste the change in the air. It reminds me of how the atmosphere shifts at the onset of a thunderstorm, only far sweeter.
“Good girl. Squeezing me so tight,” I say through clenched teeth, clinging onto the frayed edges of my control. I’m determined not to come first.
Twisting the dildo, I rub the silicone Jacob’s Ladder against her g-spot, making her gasp and twitch. “Come for me, little ghost. Now.”
She shatters around my shaft, her muscles rippling, pumping, squeezing, milking me through my climax.
My body tenses as I explode inside her tight ass, and I continue thrusting, riding out both our orgasms. As I reach the peak of my euphoria, I stare down at the beautiful little creature writhing in my arms, lost in the throes of ecstasy. Her cries echo off the walls, filling the closet with the symphony of our mingled pleasure.
“That’s it, little ghost. I want you to come so hard you’ll wake the dead.”
As we drift down from our orgasm, her body collapses against mine. The dildo slips out of her pussy and lands on the floorboards with a soft thud.
I pull her close, hugging her from behind. Amethyst is mine. Mine to possess, mine to control, mine to please. And I will do anything, kill anyone, to keep her safe.
Nothing can come between us now. Not Father, not X-Cite Media, not even this mystery stalker can get between me and what’s mine.
EIGHTY-ONE
AMETHYST
An incessant ringing wakes me up from the most relaxing sleep I’ve enjoyed since… ever. Last night, after fucking me senseless, Xero carried me to the shower and cradled me to his chest.
Being with him reminded me so much of how I imagined we’d be together while I read his heartfelt letters. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to feel protected. I know our truce is only temporary until he’s dealt with the evil production company. After that, he’ll return to being my worst tormentor, and I’ll start finding body parts beneath my pillow again.
For now, I’ll bask in the afterglow. It’s a distraction from the shock of nearly getting abducted by four crazy men and discovering that Xero survived his execution. Once I’ve gotten my head straight, I’ll work on making him change his mind about using me as bait.
The ringing continues, followed by frantic knocking.
“Who is that?” I croak.
Xero pulls me into his broad chest. “Ignore it.”
“What if it’s those men?”
“It isn’t.”
I elbow him in the ribs, making him grunt. “How the hell can you tell that from the vantage point of being spooned around my back?”
“Because, little ghost, I have men watching the street and patrolling your backyard. Not to mention the cemetery. Any more assholes coming for you will be eliminated.”
“Amethyst Crowley,” screeches a familiar female voice. “I know you’re inside. How dare you change those locks?”
My heart skips a beat. “It’s my mom.”
Xero growls. “What does she want?”
I scoot to the edge of the mattress, trying to put some distance between him and me, but he pulls me back into his chest.
“Open the door, young lady,” she yells, her voice shrill.
