Page 54 of My Ghost

My shame gives place to gut-wrenching fury.How dare he?

I yank one of his shirts from a hanger and slip it on.It covers me like a dress.Perfect.

I have no underwear but there is no way I’ll put on Jade’s clothes.I won’t do anything to slight her further.What happened last night was bad enough.

I pad out of the closet and find the bedroom door ajar.I step out into a hallway, my bare feet silent on the white hardwood floor.It leads to a luxurious living room but I am too incensed to care.I sense him before I see him.Matteo is in the open-plan kitchen rummaging around like he knows what he is doing.

Then my eyes catch the front door and I bolt there to try the handle.It’s locked.There is no lock, but a palm scanner like for his office.I put my palm on it with a surge of hope.But it blinks red.I try again.Same result.

This jerk!

I turn around and charge toward him, my fury boiling over.

“What is your freaking problem?”I shriek.

He calmly turns around from the countertop to face me, his eyes dragging down my body and back up and I am suddenly aware of how vulnerable I am.I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him.

I can see his jaw work as he is glowering right back at me.

“Why didn’t you wear any of the women’s clothes?”he deflects.

“Why would I wear another woman’s clothes?You sick psychopath, let me out of here!”

His brows furrow.“What do you m—”

“Let me out,” I snap.

His frown intensifies.“No.”

The finality of his tone makes me retreat a step.“Excuse me?”

“You will be living here from now on.”

My brain short-circuits.I look at him, mouth agape.He didn’t just say…“You are insane,” I whisper.

He steps closer, crowding me against the island.Then his arms cage me in and he leans down so that our eyes are level.

“Because you drive me insane, little ghost.”

My heart stutters in my chest.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Matteo

Her scent is intoxicating.It takes everything in me not to throw her on the kitchen island and pound into her like a fucking savage.

Seeing her standing there in nothing else than one of my shirts fries my brain and instantly makes me rock hard.Again.And when she crosses her arms over her chest, unknowingly pushing her tits out until I can make out her nipples through the material, I grit my teeth and fist my hands to not reach out and rip that thing off of her.

Seeing her sneak into my club in that goddamn dress threw me in a state of deep, dark rage.I wanted to kill that fucker who coveted what’s mine.I wanted to bash his head on the counter and rip his limbs off his body one by one with my bare hands.And more than anything, I wanted to rip that ridiculously short dress off her and fuck her into submission.

So I did.She had pushed me too far and now there was no turning back.I couldn’t fight this darkness poisoning my blood anymore, I needed her to submit to me, to be mine.

Last night felt like…destiny.I couldn’t get enough of her, I craved her with every fucking atom of my being.So I took.Unapologetic, ruthless.

Had I gone too far?Probably.

Do I regret it?Absofuckinglutely not.