“And I bet you a thousand dollars that you are hard right now,” I chuckle.
He smirks with a glint in his eyes. Shifting his weight to one leg, we never break eye contact. Suddenly, something cold and wide is pushed between my teeth. Pulling it out, I look down to find a large money clip. Flipping through the paper, I count the bills. In my hand is one hundred crisp Benjamins. I can’t help but release a playful laugh at his wittiness.
“As much as I want to keep playing, we need to not keep dear dad’s friend waiting. Poor man looks like he’s going to burst an aneurysm if you keep dancing.” Ghost says as he brushes a loose piece of hair behind my ear.
I plant a soft kiss on his lips and turn around to go change. Just as I stand, a snap to my left ass cheek jolts me. I turn back around and flip him off. I shake my head with a smirk and take off towards the dressing room. Once my normal attire is back in place, I head back over to our booth. I find Ghost in a cheerful conversation with our previous company. The way he works a person is so compelling. He draws you in and keeps you there. Like a drug you just can’t give up. I’ve seen it time and time again. They hang on to each word in a way that displays his true power. Completing the distance, I take my place next to him. Both offer me a heated glance that does not go unnoticed.
I smile at them before speaking, “What are we chatting about?”
“I was just informing Joseph here that you are not for sale.” Ghost laughs while placing a hand on the guy’s shoulder, his humor never meeting his eyes.
“Ah.” Is all I can manage to get out.
“I do apologize. I thought you were a new hire until I was told otherwise. I thought you may be an escort for hire. Women of your breeding don't have moves like that.” Joseph’s use of the word breeding nearly has me cringing. Like I am just the offspring of a prized stallion. Then again, that really is all that I am to men like him and Ghost’s father.
“Water under the bridge.” I wave my hand around with the words.
“So my father’s ledgers state that you have recently done business. As I will be taking over one day, he has bestowed some of the finances onto me. One of which is his account with you. The itemized bill is in code and I would like to clarify afew things about that. First, what exactly did he purchase from you?” Ghost puts on his Blake facade. No edge, all business.
“Ah! Yes, Mr. Mikaelson employed us to supply an aftermarket part for a Boeing BBJ as well as a pilot,” Joseph smiles and nods.
“These incurred large costs I saw. I gather this was for…private business matters,” Ghost's tone has a suggestive hint to it.
“Mhm. A faulty computer and a pilot whose family needed a large sum of money,” Joseph supplies.
“So, it was for a suicide mission,” I cut in.
“I do not know the specifics, but I was informed that my pilot would not be returned and he hasn’t updated his flight availability since.” The image of a burning man flashes across my mind. Joseph's expression shows no ounce of remorse. As if this is just another day in the office. No care for the lives lost. No awareness of the young girl who lost her life. Someone who just wanted to feel safe for a single moment.
“And last question, did you know that you not only cost the lives of seventeen innocent people, scarred six people for the rest of their lives, and nearly took my other half from me? Not to mention the thousands upon thousands of lives that were ended in Spain in an attempt to uncover who was at fault.” Ghost’s voice gets darker with each sentence. I am floored by his announcement of the deaths in Spain. We talked very little about what happened there. Let alone why it occurred. This is something I will absolutely be bringing up to him later.
Joseph shakes his head and sputters while trying to make sense of what Ghost has said. It clicks just in time that he has a millisecond to react before Ghost stands up and has him bythe back of his head. Dragging him by his hair from the booth, I follow them. Girls and patrons gasp or scream at the sight but we ignore them. Whatever Ghost has planned, is going to be so bad.. I have never seen him so lethal. We head down a long and dark hallway before stopping in front of a velvet door. Kicking it open, Ghost tosses Joseph in with ease. Once I step inside, Ghost shuts the door with a deafening thud.
“You want to know what you almost made me miss out on Joey boy?” Ghost growls. Joseph only shakes his head. Ghost removes his gun from its holster and points it at Joseph’s head.
“Oh, you are going to. Sit down and if you so much as move a muscle, I’ll send a bullet into your skull.” He jerks the gun in the direction of a large red velvet couch. Slowly, Joseph rises and creeps over to it. Once seated, Ghost gives me a quick glance.
He looks back to Joseph before speaking again, “Everly, come stand in front of me, beautiful.” His tone is soft yet coarse. Scary yet seductive. I do as I am told, crossing the room until I am standing before him. He still does not look at me.
“On your knees, baby,” he says. I look over at Joseph where he looks terrified, shaking like a dying leaf in fall. Ghost can’t be serious.
“Wha-what?” I stutter quietly. Finally, Ghost looks down at me.
“Do not make me tell you twice. You want to play? You want to be a tease? You want to be watched? Then get on your fucking knees, Everly.” There is no Ghost left in the man before me. This person is an all consuming monster. The one in Spain that tookthousands upon thousands of lives. Carefully, I drop to my knees. I look back over to Joseph who attempts to look anywhere else but at me.
“Take it out. Show him what he almost took from us. Show him what he will never be able to have,” He demands. My panties flood and a heartbeat thuds in my core.Oh, fuck. This is so hot.
My hands come up and find Ghost’s belt. Releasing it from its place, I move to his button and then zipper. His cock tents beneath his boxers. My cheeks heat and my mouth waters in anticipation. Pulling the fabric down, his length springs free. My hands slide up his thighs before one wraps around it. Inching forward, I put the tip in my mouth. I get one more inch in before his hand collects my hair and he drives himself at full speed into my throat. It’s like coming home. The aggression, the fire and the force. All colliding to make it feel like when he was just a masked man and I was just someone lost in my own desires. His groan pulls me back from my thoughts. He retreats only to slam back into my mouth again. The impact causes me to moan around it. This sound must be his breaking point because all in one motion, his grasp on my hair tightens and he starts thrusting with full strength into throat. My eyes water, wetting my face in streaks.Just like my panties, I think to myself. The sounds of him along with Joseph’s now apparent sobbing, has my hand itching towards my panties. Just as I get to the waistband, my head is roughly pulled away.
Looking up, I find Ghost staring down at me.
“He doesn’t get the satisfaction of seeing you cum.” It’s not a demand, it’s a declaration.
As if he never said anything, he forces himself back into my mouth again. Continuing his assault until drool and tears mix along my neck. Just when I think I might orgasm from this experience alone, he slams once more into my mouth before releasing his hot ecstasy down my throat with a loud drawn out moan. Not a second later, he’s putting himselfaway and offering a hand to help me up off the floor. Once standing, he settles his gun back in its holster and pulls out his hidden knife. The same one he once fucked me with. If I wasn’t turned on before, I’m about to combust now. He flips it with his hand, catching it by the blade. Extending the handle towards me, I thoughtlessly grasp it. Giving him a questioning glance, he nods towards Joseph.
“He’s seen how you bring men to their knees. Now show him how a siren makes a kill.” He whispers into my ear, loud enough that Joseph can certainly hear. With a wicked smile, I stalk toward Joseph.
“Show no mercy, Little Siren” Ghost says from behind me.
