He smirks, those ice-cold eyes sparkling with amusement. “Somehow I find it hard to believe you were ever level-headed,” he counters, the corners of his mouth tipping up into a smile.
“Well, I was. Do you see me fighting?” I huff, arching my brow in challenge at him.
He runs his tongue slowly along his bottom lip as he smiles down at me. He leans in, his lips brushing delicately against mine. “I think I want to fuck you,” he rasps.
My annoyance dissipates, and a smile curves at my lips. “You think, or you know? Because, Casper, I want a man who is one hundred per cent sure they want me,” I state.
His glacial eyes darken, and his smile evaporates. “A man? A fucking man?” he growls, and I clench my thighs together in anticipation. “The only man that will ever want you is me. I am the only fucking man you will ever want to want you,” he threatens in a low growl. His hand slowly wraps around my neck, giving me a possessive squeeze. I’m soaked, utterly soaked for this man. His gaze flares, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me.
I push up, gliding my cheek against the rough stubble of his. “You want me, Casper? Then fuck me,” I whisper into his ear. He moves fast, taking me by surprise, picking me up. His hand cups my ass as I wrap my legs around his waist. I trail my lips along his neck, biting and tasting him as his deep, rich scent invades my senses, sending me feral. I would let him fuck me right here, right now, in front of all these people.
He storms through the bar to a door at the back.
“Hey, you can’t go in there. That’s staff only,” I hear one of the staff complain.
Ghost stops, glares at them, and then kicks the door open. Storming inside, he slams the door shut and strides down the hall to another door that he kicks open. I move my hips against him, needing the friction.
“Fuck, darlin’, you’re killing me,” he groans. He places me down on a seat or something before taking half a step back. His eyes caress over me, and as I look around, I see we are in the stockroom. By the time I look back to Ghost, he’s unzipped his jeans and freed his large, thick cock. His fist slowly pumpsit up and down, and I can’t help but salivate looking at it. “On your knees, darlin’. Let me feel that defiant mouth of yours,” he orders.
I don’t disobey. I don’t want to. I’m on my knees before him, replacing his hand with mine, looking up at him through my lashes as I take the tip of him in my mouth, teasing him and taking him slowly. His jaw is gritted so tight, it’s close to snapping. I grin internally as I take him deeper and deeper until he hits the back of my throat.
He lets out a deep groan. “Fuck, I love it when that fucking mouth of yours is full of my cock.”
I move my head, sucking up and down his length. He firmly gathers my hair in his fist, guiding me, thrusting his hips, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag and my eyes stream. Dominating me, controlling me. Fuck, I adore this man. He swiftly withdraws.
“Get to your feet and turn around,” he orders. I stand and turn my back to him. He reaches round, unfastening my jeans and roughly yanking them along with my thong down my legs. He kicks my feet apart, spreading my legs before he pushes me until I’m bending over with my hands braced on the table. “I can see even in this dim light just how fucking wet you are for me.”
“Just fuck me already!” I snap, desperate for a release. Needing him to touch me, fill me.
He lets out a low chuckle. “I ain’t fucking you yet, darlin’. I want to taste you first.”
“Then do it. I need… Oh fuck!” I cry out as I feel his mouth between my legs, his tongue tasting every part of me. The need in me builds as he fucks me with his tongue. My hands are gripping hard onto the side of the table as the pleasure builds deep within me. “Ghost, I need,” I pant.
He moves, withdrawing his tongue instantly. I don’t have time to complain at the loss of contact before he is slamming hiscock deep inside me. I cry out at the sudden fullness before he stills.
“Fuck,” he grits out. I grin and rotate my hips. His hands tighten on me, keeping me from moving.
I look over my shoulder at him. “You going to fuck me like I need, or am I going to have to find myself another man to do it properly?” I goad, knowing those words are like a red flag to a bull. His hands grip my hips so tight, and I know they will leave marks. He slams his hips back before thrusting back inside me, so hard the table beneath me moves. “Fuck!” I cry out. He doesn’t let up as he pounds into me at a relentless pace. He grabs me by my elbows and yanks me up, forcing me to arch my back, still slamming into me.
“You belong to me. You are mine,” he growls in my ear. “Say it,” he demands.
“I’m yours. Only yours!” I pant as my orgasm begins to build.
Suddenly the door opens, light beaming on us from the hallway. A guy stands there stunned, his jaw almost hitting the floor, but Ghost doesn’t stop fucking me.
“Either come in and watch or fuck off!” I yell. “Oh god!” I moan.
“Take your fucking eyes off my wife! Fuck off now, or I will end you,” Ghost barks. The guy shits himself and runs off, slamming the door shut behind him. “Fuck, you better cum for me, darlin’, because I’m about to explode in that tight little cunt of yours,” he demands, his voice a low gravel.
He thrusts over and over again, and like lighting a fuse, my orgasm sparks deep within me. My walls clamp around him as pleasure cascades through me. “Oh, shit,” I cry out.
“Thank fuck.” Ghost lets out a deep guttural groan as he slams himself inside me one last time, filling me with his seed. “Fuck,” he pants.
I flop on the table, unable to hold myself upright, my body utterly spent. He pulls out of me, placing soft kisses along my back as he pulls my thong and jeans back up, dressing me.
He helps me stand before he turns me in his arms. His hands cup my face as he presses his lips to mine, kissing me softly, lovingly. “Mine. You will always be mine.”
A soft smile plays on my lips. “And you, Casper, are mine.”
