Page 33 of Your Masked Haunting

Nodding, she bites down on her bottom lip, mulling over my words and taking a few seconds to come to terms with everything that just happened. I’m sure a million thoughts are going through hermind. But eventually, her shoulders lower, and with a big sigh and nod, her confidence returns, a spark now in her eyes.

She peers straight up at me with a flirty stare. “So, I’m being haunted by a ghost and stalked by you, all at the same time? How did a girl get so lucky?”

I huff. “First off, that ghost is temporary because, dead or alive, I’m the only one allowed to stalk you, Scaredy-Cat.”

Rolling her eyes, she smirks. Her stare lands across the room, quickly panning around and taking in the flickering candles. “What’s, uhh … what’s going on here?”

Stepping back and admiring my work, I sneer. “What? A guy can’t try to impress his girl?”

“Impress?” she challenges, feigning disappointment in her voice. “Sure.”

“Careful, Mona. I don’t want to scare you again after what just happened, but if you keep sassing me, I’ll have to do something about that attitude of yours.”

Tucking her arms behind her back, she rocks side to side, looking up at me like the most innocent angel. “What attitude?”

My hands lift between us, hovering in the air in front of her waist. Without laying a single finger on her, I guide her back.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. That smart mouth. Those tempting lips, muttering the rudest things.” My voice caresses her cheek as her back hits the wall, and I reach up, planting my hand on it, caging her in.

She shrugs, the playfulness in her surfacing over the fear. Drawing her bedazzled prop knife from the waistband of her skirt, she juts it against my bare abs, pretending to stab me.

“That’s really nice,” I tease her, lashing out and wrapping my hand around the rubber blade.

Her smirk grows bigger; she’s clearly happy with the position she’s in.

“Now what are you going to do?”

“Ask yourself that question, Spooky Boy,” she purrs.

Yanking the knife from her grasp, I flip it in my hand, grabbing the handle and pressing the rubber blade against her throat in a fluid movement.

Her spine arches off the wall as she tips her head back, staring straight up at me as I close in further.

“Is this what you wanted? Hmm?”

Biting down on her bottom lip, she nods. “Yes, please.”

“Wow.” I run the tip down her chest, over the black tank top covering her tits, and down her stomach. “So, you do know how to use your manners. I’ll remember that.”

She rolls her eyes again, and before she can even finish the motion, I drop the knife and grab her neck with my bare hand, brushing my thumb along her pulsing carotid.

Her pupils flare, lips parting. “Please.”

“Please what? Huh? What do you want me to do?” I urge her to speak her fantasies like she does over the phone. “Tell me.”

“Anything.” Her voice is breathy, sensual. “Everything.”

A mix between a grunt and a growl leaves me, and I repeat my words from earlier. “Careful what you wish for.”

“I’m aware I’m wishing on a devil, not a genie.” Slowly, she lifts her hands between us before securing them on the wall above her head. “Bend me over. Tie me up. I don’t care. All I know is that I’m not leaving this room until I know how good you feel.”

“Fuck, Mona,” I groan, sliding my palm down the wall and pinning her wrists in place, my other hand still wrapped around her throat. “Are you sure, baby? We’ve got a lifetime of this.”

Her gaze narrows, her lips pursed. “New request: Don’t ask me if I’m okay, if I’m sure, or if I want you, your touch, your kiss, you cock. I do, or I wouldn’t say it. Take whatever you want from me. Use me, please … because I want you to. I’m choosing you.”

It suddenly dawns on me why she wants me to take control like this, to not hold back. In a way, this is therapeutic to her, I think. A way for her to feel powerful because she’s willingly handing herself over to me instead of slimy men trying to take advantage or use her body as a bargaining chip against her.

“Deal,” I breathe, my cock throbbing to life from the sinful image laid out before me.