Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22697 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
And then it happens. A gentle thrust that comes with short, sharp pain.
I bite down on the inside of my cheek to stop myself from screaming. The sharp pain in my mouth pales in comparison to what’s happening below, but it gives me a distraction.
“Are you okay?” He’s calm, soothing, exactly what I need to get through this.
I nod. It’s all I can muster. The rest of me is too focused on all the strange feelings bubbling inside me. Pleasure, pain, and everything that comes with it.
Because this isn’t just losing my virginity. It’s much more than that. We’re bonding, no, fusing together. Taking his to the next level mentally, physically, fucking spiritually. There’s no going back, not for either of us, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Do you need me to slow down?” He pauses, groaning as his cock comes to a stop embedded inside me. “Stop?”
“No, don’t,” I squeal through the pain. Beneath it, the mounting pressure of intense pleasure is waiting to break free. Scratching at the door for release. The hurt is temporary, I knew that from the start, but the world of pleasure it’s going to deliver is worth every aching inch.
“I want this. I want you.” A shiver rolls through him at my pleas, and it makes his cock twitch against my walls. And with it, I can already tell the pain’s subsiding. That we’re cresting over the horizon of new opportunities. There’s no way in hell I’m letting him take it away from me. “I need you to ruin me, Daddy.”
His eyes narrow, but through the slits, I can see something inside him snap. Like I just flicked a switch in his head, and whatever control he had slips away from him.
“You’re mine now, little Gem.” Ghost’s eyes are frantic and wild, a window into the internal chaos he can’t contain anymore. “No going back. No sharing. All mine.”
His movement becomes more erratic. He slides the rest of his girth into me, pausing for one final check to see how I’m doing. And I don’t show him any suffering. The deeper he goes, the longer he stays inside, the more comfortable it becomes.
Like his cock is meant to be inside me and nowhere else.
His hips move, gyrating at first, before he glides back out of me. It’s followed by deeper plunges. Calculated thrusts, while sounds I didn’t know I could make barrel out of me.
“You feel that, little Gem?” Ghost speaks against my mouth, his frantic voice a total contrast to his calculated movements. A sign of what’s to come.
I can’t answer him. Focusing solely on pain melting away and the tense bundle of nerves forming in my belly.
Ghost’s hands find my hips, and he starts pulling me into his thrusts. Each one a little more unhinged than the last until he’s slamming into me with reckless abandon.
“That’s Daddy taking what’s his,” he growls.
“All yours,” I cry out. “Only yours.”
And this settles it. While pain subsides to pleasure alone, my nails dig deep into Ghost’s back, and he thrusts me into my first orgasm from his magnificent cock.
I cling to him for dear life as the world around me fades and stars fill my vision. His bucking, a constant onslaught against my virgin hole, the final connection we needed to fuse together as one.
“Christ,” Ghost mutters between heavy breaths, “I’m going to come, baby girl. Fill your virgin womb.” His pounding slows to long, deep thrusts as he reaches his release.
“Do it, Daddy.” The words leave me without conviction. Truly handing myself over to him in the best way I can. “Make me yours.”
But that’s the thing.
I’m already his.
With one final thrust, he buries himself down to the hilt. The first rope shoots against my walls, followed by a flood of more until I’m filled to the brim with him.
He crumbles on top of me, pulling me into another deep kiss while he finishes whatever’s happening below.
Breaking me.
Ruining every other man for me.
Claiming me as his and his alone.
9
GHOST
Ido my best work while the rest of the world sleeps, and tonight is no different. Only, it isn’t work this time. I’m not watching my next target, learning their routine, or preparing my attack.
I’m looking at Gemma. Head on my arm, coiled into a ball, and sleeping off the fragile state I left her in. My fingers twitch, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch her. Feel her softness, her warmth, her body in the way we’ve just started to explore again.
I don’t. For all my hunger, my want, I can’t deny that this is the best part. Knowing she’s mine and no one will take her away from me.
Even if it means standing toe-to-toe with the Don.
Hours go by before she stirs. The early morning sun floods the room in mottled yellow with birds chirping outside. If Gemma hadn’t started stirring, I wouldn’t have noticed.