Page 12 of Ghost
I sit back on the bed and watch her.I don’t know how Haze got himself into this situation, and it’s bullshit that I’m going to have to get him out of it.There’s a reason I usually let the club girls give me head only, because I don’t need to bring any children into a loveless situation.And when I do fuck them, I don’t like eye contact.
Sliding my knife out of my pocket, I switch it open and stare down at the blade.Daisy walks over to me, swaying her hips as she stands in front of me.She knows better than to make a move before I give her permission.
“Is this what you want?”I ask her, running my fingertip along the blade.
“I want to know what Brandy was whispering about,” she admits, licking her lips.“She said you made her feel so good.”
At least now I know who has been talking about me.Normally, I’d punish her, but I think that’s exactly what she wants.That, and I don’t do repeats.One and done, no attachments are more my style.
“Lie back on the bed, lift your dress, and touch yourself,” I demand, turning to my side and keeping my eyes away from what her hand is doing.Knife play is a psychological thrill for some, the women getting off on the sensory stimulation.It usually requires a lot of trust and consent.
“Please, Ghost, cut me,” she mewls, and I grit my teeth.
A lot of the time, I use my knives to cut off clothing or trace the skin, not actually cut into skin, but this time, I’m going to have to make an exception.
Hating myself even more, I lean over her and give her what she wants.
“You didn’t even touch me.I got myself off,” she pouts, letting me lead her out of the room.“And you didn’t even finish in my mouth.Did you not like how I give head?”
It wasn’t as easy as just cutting her without a little foreplay, and I ended up having to let her choke on my cock a few times to let her think I was really into it.I deserve a fucking Oscar for that performance.
“You play how I want it.Those are the rules,” I reply, shrugging.Her lipstick is smeared all over her lips from where I covered her mouth with my hand when she came.I got what Haze needed, and now I want to get rid of her.She stops me just before we reach the stairs and undoes my jeans button before I grip her wrist, stopping her.
“Don’t,” I snap.
Stepping toward the stairs with her behind me, I reach down and redo my button.Glancing down, I see the bastard himself, Haze, standing there with Lu hanging over his shoulder.
And then I hear her before I see her.
“Don’t leave yet!”she calls out to Lu in her sweet, sultry voice.
I stop in my tracks as our eyes connect and hold.My jaw tenses as Xanthe looks at my fingers still on my button, then at Daisy behind me.
Motherfucker.
My eyes snap to Haze, and I want to murder him right here and now.
By helping him clean up his mess, I’ve gotten into my own.
“I told you I’d have to look elsewhere if you weren’t going to give it to me,” Daisy calls out to Haze as she walks down the stairs, her hips swaying.
My eyes return to Xanthe, who is looking at me with a hurt expression on her beautiful face.
Goddammit!I never wanted to hurt her.
“Put me down, Haze,” Lu says, seeing Xanthe’s expression.As soon as her feet touch the floor, she entwines her arm with Xanthe’s and pulls her away toward the kitchen.I pull out the small piece of cloth, protecting the blood-soaked one in the middle, and he opens a plastic sleeve to slide it in.He then puts that back in his pocket.
Now that my task is done, I can finally let myself feel Xanthe’s rage at seeing that.
“If she doesn’t forgive me, I’m going to fucking kill you.You know that, right?”I growl, my hands clenching into fists.“I didn’t even know she was going to be here tonight!”
“She must have changed her mind.”Haze shrugs, which pisses me off more.
I come down the last few steps and push him back against the wall with my forearm at his throat.“Now my woman thinks I fucked a whore, and you just shrug?”
“Ghost—”
“When I call my marker in, you will do whateverthe fuckI want, no questions asked.”
