Ghost (Boston Underworld #3) - A. Zavarelli Page 0,45

whore I like to tell him I am.

“You like it when I play with you like a toy?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“I like it too,” he tells me.

And then he spanks me. Three times on each side. So hard he has to grab my wrists to keep me from falling forward.

When he’s done, he pulls me back into a standing position and slips his fingers between my parted thighs again. Testing my response to him. I’m alive for him. Ready for anything else he wants to give me.

He pulls my hand behind me to wrap it around his cock. And I’m stroking him while he fingers me. Neither of us facing each other. I am glad. Because right now, I don’t want him to see the things he can see so well.

How scared I am. How vulnerable I feel. How the war raging on in my mind tells me I need more pain. Anything to escape the other feelings building inside of me. The feeling of trust and comfort and safety when I’m in his arms. They aren’t real. They are like sand, always shifting beneath me.

“Please,” I whisper, but I know he can’t hear me.

Alexei doesn’t need to hear me though. He knows me. Too well. I don’t know how that’s possible, but it’s true.

He grabs hold of my hair in his fist and pulls my head back in a forceful grip so that I have to meet his gaze while his other hand moves up to pinch my nipple. I hiss and jerk against him and he repeats the process on the other side.

“You need to do better,” he tells me. “I cannot always give you pain, my sweet. I don’t want to spoil you.”

Even as he says the words, I know he’s a liar. He would give me anything that I asked for. So long as he is in control of it. He likes to control me just as much as I like him to.

He resumes his previous activities of fingering me while he kisses all over my shoulder and back while he holds me in place. I lean my head back against his shoulder and watch him watching me. His cock is sandwiched between my ass cheeks, hard and ready for me. His other hand is on my breast, kneading it before he reaches around to suck on it.

I come for him.

It doesn’t even take me long this time. When my eyes open again, I meet his.

“What are you thinking about right now?” he asks.

“I’m wondering if you had my IUD removed,” I give him an honest answer, and his reply is the same.

“I did.”

“And I’m wondering if you’re going to come inside of me again.”

“I am.”

“I can’t get pregnant,” I tell him.

“You will.”

And that’s the end of the conversation. Because now I’m pressed back up against the shower wall, my hips in his hands as he pushes his cock inside of me.

He lowers his head to within an inch of mine and hovers there, his eyes burning into mine.

“Mine.”

“Yours,” I whisper.

“Kiss me,” he demands.

I do. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. His tongue invades my mouth and seizes mine while his hips move in time to the masculine grunts erupting from his throat.

I wonder if he can hear them. Hear any of this.

When I come up for air, I find his right ear with my lips. And I kiss him there, and then stay, so he can hear my sounds. So he can hear what little I have to give him.

He swells inside of me. He’s about to come. So he pauses again. Just sliding in and out of me in the slowest way.

His voice is thick and rough when he speaks. “Talk to me,” he murmurs into my hair. “I want to hear your voice.”

It’s a vulnerable request for him. And I respect him for it.

I bring my lips closer to his ear, kissing him and then asking a vulnerable question of my own.

“Do you like your women insane?”

He pulls back just enough for me to see the smile on his face.

“Obviously,” he replies.

And then he kisses me again.

“I like your insanity,” I tell him. “And I like the way you fuck me. I like the way you make it all go away.”

He pauses mid thrust and comes hard inside of me. Filling me once again. I close my eyes and shudder, terrified and… something else I can’t explain.

When he moves back to stare at me, his expression is