"That’s it," he rasps against me, his voice dark and wrecked. "Come for me, little ghost. Come on my mouth."
And I do.
Hard.
He doesn’t let up. He keeps working me through it, lapping and sucking until I’m sensitive and boneless.
“I can’t—it’s too much. Too much. Please stop, I can’t— Please?—”
Then, finally, he pulls back, his gaze on me wicked and cruel. “I told you to stay in that room, didn’t I?”
Oh shit.
His lips are slick, his breath heavy. But his eyes—those dark, greedy eyes—stay locked on me as he licks his lips.
“Maybe you did,” I say in a small voice. He bends and licks my sensitized clit. I cry out.
“No maybe,” he growls, biting the inside of my thigh. “I told you to stay, and you didn’t. Naughty, naughty little ghost.”
And then his teeth are on my clit again, scraping against the sensitive skin, and I know intuitively that moving my hands will compound my punishment. I jerk my hips, trying to squirm out of his grip, but he holds me tight, fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.
“Bad girls get punished.” He breathes against my thigh before he plunders my pussy. He licks my core, groaning as he laps up my arousal, then drags his tongue to my clit again, suckling hard.
My hips arch. It’s too much, too sensitive, bordering on painful.
Releasing my clit, he licks lazy, slow circles over and over, and now… now I want more. Now Ineedmore. I can feel another climax rising. I whimper, a spasm of ecstasy rippling through me until he licks me again, and I fall apart.
This time, when I come, I shatter, breathless. Ecstasy floods my limbs. I scream until I’m hoarse, and still, he licks and sucks until I fall, slumped against the couch.
“Did you learn your lesson?” he growls, his breath hot between my legs. He gives me one more warning swipe of his tongue. I stifle a scream.
“Yes, yes, god, okay,” I say in a rush of words so he doesn’t decide to push my body to the point of breaking. My god.
“Good,” he says. “Because it’s bedtime.”
I nod my head.
Bed. Yes. Bed.
We walk up the stairs to his bedroom. I’m boneless as he holds me, pressed up to his chest, carrying me as if I weigh nothing at all.
It’s dark, but for some reason, bright lights illuminate one corner of the room. Are those… fairy lights? In Matvei’s room?
But as we draw nearer, I see. I shake my head and huff out a laugh.
“Aw. Just like old time’s sake.”
“Just like old time’s sake,” he repeats as he kicks open the cage he first used to capture me and lays me on a soft, thick mattress. “Sleep well, little ghost.”
The metal door clicks with an audible snap. The lock is the last thing I hear before I close my eyes to sleep.
Chapter Twelve
Matvei
I don’t sleep well.
I set up the fucking cage for a reason, but now that she’s in it, her light, waffling snores indicate she’s out—and I want her next to me.
