And Ghost isn’t even touching me.
“Look at me,” he says, his voice a harsh whisper. Our eyes lock, and the heat in his gaze leaves me trembling. “I’m going to wash the lies from that pretty mouth of yours with my cum. Then you’re going to admit the truth.”
Ghost’s grip tightens, his fingers digging into my scalp, and the pain only heightens the pleasure building inside me. He throws his head back, a guttural sound escaping his throat.
“Fuck, yes.”
His hips jerk, and he spills into my mouth, his cock throbbing with each release. I swallow him down, taking everything he has to give. His breathing is ragged, his pulse pounding, his face contorted with pleasure.
He is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
The sight of him, completely lost in ecstasy, triggers my release. My body jerks, and I dig my nails into my thighs to keep from grabbing Ghost and admitting I need him to fuck me.
When I finally catch my breath, I flick my eyes upward. Ghostis staring down at me, his gaze inscrutable. My cheeks flush. Does he know that I orgasmed while sucking him off?
He pulls his cock from my mouth, the action punctuated with a harsh groan. His hand slips from the back of my head, and I lean against his thigh, spent and dazed, as he zips up his pants.
He cups my cheek, his thumb caressing my heated skin. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a dark purr. “A mess, and I haven’t even fucked you. This is why I’ve been obsessed with you since that day in the cemetery. This is why I’m feeling things that shouldn’t be possible.”
CHAPTER 44
GENEVA
I blink up at Ghost. “Cemetery?”
His lips curl into a predatory smile, but his eyes burn with something deeper. “You think I don’t know what happened a year ago?” He brushes his thumb over my cheek again, and his touch is both soothing and maddening. “You think I wasn’t there, watching you lose your fucking mind in the most magnificent way I’ve ever seen?”
My breath catches, my chest tightening as his words sink in. “You… you saw that?”
He chuckles softly. “Saw it? Geneva, Ifeltit.” His gaze intensifies, the heat in his eyes singeing me. “You were chaos incarnate, swinging that bat like you were trying to destroy the world. And for a moment, I thought you might succeed.”
I shake my head, the memory rushing back. The shattered glass, the splintered wood, the raw, unfiltered rage that had consumed me that day. “I was grieving,” I whisper. “I wasn’t myself.”
“Oh, you wereexactlyyourself. You weren’t hiding behind amask. You weren’t the composed Dr. Andrews, the one with all the answers. You were real. And it was the most fucking beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Perfection in human form.”
I try to pull away, but his grip on my face tightens just enough to keep me still. “Why were you there?” I ask, my voice trembling.
His smile fades. “You’re not the only one who has grieved.” He exhales sharply, as if the admission costs him something. “That night, I wasn’t expecting anyone else. Then I saw you.”
“I didn’t know anyone was there.”
“You wouldn’t,” he says. “You were too caught up in the grief and anger. I couldn’t look away.”
“Why? Did you get off on my pain?” I snap. “Or was it for some other fucked up reason?”
He reaches down and grips my upper arms, forcing me to stand. With our gazes level, he says, “Because you were everything I didn’t know I needed to see. Watching you that night… It was like looking into a mirror and seeing myself in someone else. It was as if you had a piece of my soul inside you.”
My heart flutters. “And that made you… obsessed?”
“It made meconnected,” he corrects, his voice firm. “To you. To something in you that matches the parts of me I thought no one else could ever comprehend.” Ghost lifts his hand to trail his fingers down my neck, leaving a line of heat in their wake. “This is why you can’t lie to me. Ineedto know you understand me. That you feel something for me.”
Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, the memory of that night colliding with the weight of his confession. “I don’t know anything anymore,” I say, my voice cracking. “Don’t do this to me.”
“Do what? Force you to see the truth?” he asks.
My breathing turns shallow as I try to fight the compulsion tosurrender. “You don’t know what you’re saying,” I whisper. “You don’t know how to feel—”
“Don’t fucking tell me what I can or can’t feel. I’ve spent my whole life thinking I was incapable of connection, of…this.” He gestures between us. “But then I saw you, Geneva. I saw you, and it was like something inside me came alive. Something I didn’t even know was there.”
