Scream For Us: Chapter 10

Michael unties the rope from around my wrists, and my skin feels raw. No matter how badly I wanted to find my release for them, I held it back. As incredible as it was to experience multiple men, and to act out on my fantasies, there’s only one man on my mind.

Ghost.

My bare feet are quiet against the hardwood floor as I make my way into his room. Darkness welcomes me, except for the faintest amount of light from the full moon shining in through the window. His bed is huge, king-size, and the ceiling is high. The walls are painted dark, and the space around us feels bare, until the large bookshelf in the corner stands out.

The sound of running water catches me off guard, and there’s a bright light shining through the slight crack of another door from across the room. Peeking into the bathroom, I begin to second-guess myself, until the urge of needing to see him grows stronger.

He’s the one I truly want.

The thin wall of glass from the shower showcases the perfect outline of his masculine frame. Steam and warmth take up the small space around us. Gently shutting the door behind me, sweat beads at the side of my head.

My clothes drop to the cold, tile floor, pooling at my feet. Sliding my fishnet stockings down my waist, thighs, and legs, I’m now completely naked.

Ghost sticks his head out of the shower, and his eyes widen with desire when he sees me. He stands there, fingers gripping the edge of the thin glass wall, completely motionless. A burning passion ignites in his eyes, and there’s a magnetic pull between us, drawing us together.

“Get over here, little Quinn,” he breathes sharply.

Taking me into his arms, he brings me into the shower, moving us under the stream of uncomfortably hot water. When suddenly, my heart sinks. A dark, red substance drips from his disheveled hair, staining the water red at our feet, before it washes down the drain.

Blood. So much blood.

How did I not notice sooner? How was I so oblivious?

Placing a finger beneath my chin, he lifts my gaze from the blood-stained water, and my eyes meet his.

“You did this, for me,” I weakly let out. “What did you do to them, Ghost?”

“Naïve, little Quinn. I’d sell my soul for you.” Gripping my hips, he brings me close, as his large, thick erection twitches against my stomach. “If I had one.”

Leaning down, he brushes his lips on mine, taking my face between his rough hands. The heat from his body sends a shiver down my spine, and I lean into him, my fingertips grazing his chest. Resting my arms over his broad shoulders, my fingers glide through his wet hair, as his hands explore the curves of my ribs, hips, and lower back.

He catches my moan in his mouth, and his gentle touch turns to groping, and grabbing. He kisses me hard, demandingly. Moving me backward, he presses my back to the cold wall of the shower. He explores every inch of my body, leaving goosebumps in the wake of his fingertips.

His tongue pushes through the seam of my lips, and he explores my mouth hungrily. Breathing heavily. Cupping his large hands over my ass, he thrusts his hips against me. Stifling a moan at his lips, I grip his broad shoulders, pulling him closer, my breasts pressed firmly against his chest.

“Fuck,” he moans, trailing his lips to my jaw, and down to my throat.

Ghost trails his hand up my spine, grasping the back of my neck, as he sucks, licks, and grazes his teeth on my sensitive flesh. He cups my breast with his hand, squeezing gently, tracing my nipple with his thumb.

He leans down, taking the puckered bud between his lips, and the warmth of his mouth almost brings me to my knees. Twirling and flicking my nipple with the tip of his tongue, he groans loudly against my skin, devouring me.

“God, yes,” I whimper, running my fingers through his hair.

His cock is pulsating against me, twitching with satisfaction, as he kisses his way to the other side of my chest, where he returns the favor. My fingers graze down his toned abdomen, the lower V-shape at his hips, and I waste no time in locking my fingers around his cock.

He flinches, thrusting forward, slamming his palm against the wall to keep himself steady. Grinding into me, he fucks my hand, moaning loudly. His cock is so hard, it’s absolutely throbbing for me. The desperation of needing to fill me flickers in his eyes.

“Please,” he begs me, trembling. “I’m so goddamn hard.” Again, he pushes forward into my grasp, grazing his teeth over my shoulder, biting down as I squeal. “Fuck, baby. If you don’t let me have you, right now, I’m going to fucking explode.”

“Take me, Ghost,” I whisper, as he impatiently lifts me from the floor.

Without wasting another second, he lifts me up, locking my legs around his waist. He positions the tip of his cock at my entrance, and slowly sinks inside of me, inch by inch. Digging his fingertips into my lower back, bruising my skin, he moves within me.

His strokes become slow, and torturous, as his length consumes me. And I’m already there, ready to come undone, as my breathing catches in my throat.

“I saved this just for you,” I mumble against his mouth.

“Such a good girl,” he sharply exhales, increasing the strength with each thrust.

My orgasm claims me, as my body begins to shake, and I cry out in ecstasy. My legs tremor as I grind my hips against him, working my clit at the same time, until my cries fade to soft, little whimpers.

Many thoughts rush through my mind, but there’s only one that stands out. I could get used to this. But this is just for one night. One night only. By sunrise, it’s over.

And that’s what truly scares me.

Through the window, the sun’s rays beam into the room. Ghost pulls me closer in his sleep, the muscles in his arm flexing as his grip on me tightens. Pressing my face in the crook of his neck, I breathe in the lingering, heady scent of his soap.

When suddenly, fear consumes me. It’s morning. I’m too attached. I need to leave.

I need to leave, now.

Carefully lifting his arm, I sneak away, trying my best not to wake him. Tiptoeing across the room, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. What am I doing?

Shutting the door quietly behind me, I release a small breath, hating how I allowed myself to form such an unhealthy attachment to him. Walking down the quiet hallway, my heart hammers in my chest with each step, as I try not to wake anyone.

Until I come to realize I’m not alone.

Jason stands at the kitchen island, pouring himself a cup of coffee, and when he notices my presence, he becomes still. And he knows. Placing the pot onto the granite counter, he frowns, seeming disheartened with my decision to leave.

“Before you sneak out, do you at least want some coffee?” he asks smugly.

Sheepishly dropping my gaze to the floor, I rub my face with my hands. “Shit,” I mutter dryly. “I figured you would still be sleeping. I’m sorry.”

“Coffee?” he reiterates, edginess in his tone.

“I’m okay—”

“Here.” Jason walks around the island, gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. He hands me the canteen of hot coffee, locking his eyes with mine. “To go.”

“I’m sorry,” I anxiously blurt out, embarrassed.

“Is he awake?”

“No,” I practically whisper. “He’s still sleeping.”

His face hardens. “He’s not going to like this, Quinn,” he presses, rubbing his fingers along his jaw. “He’s going to lose his shit when he wakes up and you’re not there.”

“I told him that by sunrise, it’s over.”

He steps closer, catching me off guard. “But is that really what you want?” he asks.

My heart immediately sinks at the thought of losing him.

Losing all of them.

His eyes narrow. “Seems like you’ve already made up your mind,” he points out. “Tell him. Tell him what you want. How you feel.”

“It was just one night of fun,” I try to convince myself. “I’m sure that he’s going to wake up and forget all about me. That’s how it usually works. I really have to go.”

Bolting for the front door, I stop dead in my tracks, my hand lingering on the knob. Turning around one last time, our eyes lock in an intense stare.

“It was nice to meet you, Jason,” I say.

“Likewise, Quinn,” he replies, crookedly grinning.

And I shut the door behind me.

The smell of a bonfire travels through the late afternoon air. My hair blows freely in the wind, as I anxiously tuck a loose strand behind my ear. My black combat boots crunch through the leaves covering the grass.

Walking up the front steps to the Salem public library, a smile claims my face. One of my favorite places to escape the world around me. Clutching my notebook tight against my chest, my gaze roams the library as I look for a quiet place to sit. My mind wanders, and I just can’t seem to get everything that happened last night out of my head. No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about them.

About Ghost.

I’d do anything to take back my one-night-only condition.

Sitting down at the table in the back of the building, I lean back in my chair. Opening my favorite romance novel, I breathe in the fresh, crisp pages. Now, it’s not so much fiction to me like it was before.

I can now say that I’ve lived out my darkest fantasies, and I have no regrets.

Flipping to the page where my bookmark rests, goosebumps rise on my skin, and the hair stands up on the back of my neck.

“You really thought I could let you go?”

Suddenly, he steps into my view, and my heart flutters. “Ghost.”

He slips into the chair, sitting across from me at the table in what appears to be a manic frenzy. Hair disheveled, eyes wide, with dark bags beneath.

“I’ve been watching you from the distance for too long,” he breathes.

A strong blush settles on my face, until it hits me. “You’ve been watching me?”

He nods. “Yes, I have.”

“How?” I ask, my stomach immediately sinking. “For how long?”

“A while,” he bleakly responds.

My eyebrows knit together, and I draw in a long breath once I finally connect the dots. He had looked so familiar last night when he had first taken off his mask because I’ve seen him before. Mainly, on campus, but also on several other occasions.

At the park. The mall. Downtown Salem, lurking in the distance.

I’ve seen him all over.

“And after having you last night, I’m keeping what I want. You’re mine, little Quinn,” he slowly lets out. “Say it.”

Time seems to stop, and a sudden chill sweeps through me.

And without a doubt in my mind, I obey. “I’m yours.”