“Never.” I breathe out.
“You will.” He says with certainty.
His hand not touching my neck slides over my frame until it finds the place between my legs. Sliding his hand up, he glides over my folds. I moan at the contact.
“Release yourself to me. Stop fighting me.” He softly demands.
“If this is so wrong, why does it feel so right?” He asks as his finger slides between my folds, finding my bundle of nerves. I buck at the feeling.
“Good girl, let it happen.” He coaches as his fingers begin sliding further back, teasing at my entrance. He pushes into me at a painfully slow pace. I clench around his finger as I hold his stare in the mirror.
“So needy for me. It's like you're trying to pull me in.” He offers. I start rocking back and forth on his fingers. My body defies me. I have no control when it comes to him. No matter how much I fight it.
I groan in frustration, spinning around in his hold. I hop up onto the sink edge, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer to me. In frustration I slap him as hard as I can and then lift his mask enough to crash his lips into mine. It's magnetic. Our hands find anything tangible to hold onto. I push my tongue past his lips, exploring his mouth. He tastes euphoric. I moan in response. He reaches down to lift up my skirt. Once on full display, he laces his fingers around the straps of my thong and pulls it down my legs. He places them in his pocket, all while never breaking our kiss.
“I need you,” he pulls away to tell me.
“Take me,” I practically beg.
He undoes his pants and pulls his full erection out at lightning speed. I bite my lip at the sight. Hello, old friend. How I’ve missed you. He moves forward and leans into my entrance. We share the same expression- eyes rolling as our jaws hang slack. How could I ever say no to this? He fully enters me and I lean back against the mirror taking in the entire view. Ghost looking at me with those beautiful eyes, dick buried in me, his moans as he slides in and out. I clench around him as sensations build. One hand holds my neck while the other moves down to rub my clit in a devilishly good way.
“Look at you taking me so well. That’s my girl.” He coos. I moan and rock against him, needing more friction. He speeds up hitting my g-spot perfectly. Just as I’m about to climax he speaks.
“Who do you belong to?” He beckons. This throws me over the edge and I cum in an explosive crash of bliss.
“You. It’s always you.” I moan out as my climax takes over me. I come down from the high as I look him over again. I don’t have enough care to worry about what I just said.
“That’s right. Now turn around and bend over. You’re going to watch yourself take all of me like the good girl you are.” Demand laced in his tone. Again? I don’t know if I can do it.
As if he can read my thoughts he says, “You can do it.” I nod using some of his confidence to climb down and do as I’m told. When I’m in position, I look up at him in the mirror.
“Just like that. Now, take me,” he tells me. I lean back into him.
Once I’m halfway impaled by his dick, he slams into me so hard I whimper. I’m going to die. Not by a bullet. Not by a knife. By this man’s dick. My thoughts arebroken as a sharp snap lands on my ass. I look back to see a red handprint. The fucker spanked me.
“Eyes forward, Everly. Watch what you do to me.” I obey and look back to the mirror. As he moves, I watch him. The way his face moves, the sounds he makes, the way he’s just barely containing his self control. Pressure builds in my stomach as I keep watching. Before I know it, I’m screaming in ecstasy.
“Ghost!” I yell out as my second orgasm racks my body like a hurricane. He continues to slam into me relentlessly. If it were even possible, I feel him swell more.
“You’re going to take my cum like a good girl, right?” He moans out.
“Please?” I beg. I need it. All of it.
His thrusts get sloppy and then he stills; Throbbing as he loses himself deep inside of me. My legs are unsteady as we part and I’m forced to support myself on my own. I turn around to face him as he collects himself. He leans forward and kisses me possessively. It takes my breath away. I almost struggle to let him go. Pulling his mask down entirely, my thoughts swirl. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing anymore. I don’t know who I am. All I know is that I don’t want this to ever end but it should never have begun.
“So beautiful.” He says to me as he takes in my image.
“What are we doing, Ghost?” I inquire. I need to get some answers so I can make sense of the thoughts whirling in my mind.
“I think it’s pretty self explanatory.” He chuckles.
“No, I mean you and me.” I point between us before continuing. “We started out trying to kill each other and now you what? Want us to be a couple? I don’t even know your real name. Why don’t you take your mask off and let me see you?” I question as I lean forward to reach for his face. He catches me by the wrist and kisses each of my knuckles.
“In due time, Little Siren. Good things come to those who wait.” He states.
“That’s not good enough for me. I can’t keep doing this. It’s tearing me apart inside. Why steal my kills? Why try to kill me? Why fuck me and leave me?” I demand answers. I’m done playing his games.
“This was never my plan, Everly. I never planned to feel what I do for you. The night we first met, I had every intent of killing you. Then I saw you, I heard your song, and I was trapped. You’re La Sirena, Everly. From the moment I laid my eyes on you and I heard the song of the siren, I was a dead man walking. You are all consuming. You took me under your spell and I never stood a chance.” He admits.
