He gripped both my wrists in the palm of his oversized hand. With his free hand, he teased a finger down my stomach.
Sebastian laughed roughly. “This is going to be fun,” he said.
“Too bad I’m not having any-” His hand slid under my shirt, and all thoughts fled my mind.
Sebastian’s grip on my breast was punishing. Instinctively, my hips arched upwards. Those long fingers snaked underneath my bra, and my entire body clenched in anticipation.
“Time for you to beg,” he said.
His expression left no room for questions, but I simultaneously wanted to take him down a notch, and plead for him to continue. Instead, I bit down on my cheek in an attempt to restrain any noises from coming out.
“Beg,” he growled, his eyes darkening.
His fingers squeezed hard against my nipple. Pain and pleasure flooded through me.Imoaned embarrassingly loud.
Gravel crunchedbehind the window.
“Quiet,” he growled into my ear. And for once, I didn’t fight his command.
A flashlight beamed through the velvet blinds, and all the pleasurable tension that had been building inside me shifted.
Sebastian released his grip on my wrists, and in a flash I doveforthe gun. I didn’t know if I should aim it at him or the window. Deciding I needed informationonwhatI was dealing with, I crawled towards the window while keeping any eye on him. How hadhis menfound us so quickly? I’d killed the tracker on the car and had made sure no one was following us before I headed this way.
A feminine giggle carried through the window, “Is there really a ghost here?”
What the actual fuck?
“There is. I dare you to get closer.”Amale voice this time, the words crackingonthe last word.
My eyebrows furrowed, and I shot a glance at Sebastian. He shook his head. His body was tense, his crouching legs tightened like a spring that was ready to pop off. But his eyesreflected the confusion I felt.
Gravel crunched closer to the window. Then there was a third voice, feminine and slightlylowerpitched.“I don’t believe in ghosts.”
I pressedmyselfagainst the wall, debating if Ishould checkbehind the curtain. Was this some weird attempt to get me to let down my guard?
The crackly masculine voice spoke up again.“They say that a pregnant woman haunts this house. And after she wasmurdered…”he emphasized the last word dramatically.
I withdrew my ear from the glasswhile tightening my grip on the gun. If Sebastian’s men were attempting to make me lowermy guard, they were having the oppositeeffect. I was ready to pop off bullets.
I crawled out of the playroom, motioning for Sebastian to follow me. When we reached the living room, I crept along the carpet towards an arched window. Steadying my gun, I inched back the blinds.
Three gangly teenagers were standing in front of the playroom window. Each of them held a bottle of beer in their hand. I dropped the curtain, then a moment later I checked again. Nomafiososin sight, but that didn’t mean they weren’t hidingbehindthe trees.
Using my free hand I motioned Sebastian over. When he was less than a foot away from me, I trained my gun on his head.
“Recognize them?” I asked in a low voice.
He shook his head. I watched him for a moment, waiting for a telltale clench of his jaw, or a tightening of his hand. When he remained still, I checked the window again. The two girls were sipping on beers while the boy regaled them with his story. I could hear the whispers echoing from here, but I couldn’t discern the exact words.
I moved back to the playroom with Sebastian ahead of me. I leaned against the window, and listened, “...Fiona’s spirit returned to ensure no one ever disturbed her home again.”
At the mention of my mother’s name, I could feel my control slipping. I tried to remind myself that they were stupid, drunk high schoolers.
It wasn’t helping.If those kidsdidn’t leave soon,I might actually shoot them.Keeping myself visually hidden, I rapped my hand against the window.
Three high-pitched screams echoed off the glass.
“It’s the ghost!”one of them yelped in a crackly falsetto.Shoescrunched againstgravel. A few pebblesclacked against the siding of the house.I waited for the sounds to fade before I checked again. The teenagers were gone, probably running back home. I wasn’t surprised that I didn’t spy any men coming out from the trees. Sebastian’s family could be brutal, but this was a line I didn’t think even they would cross.
