But my answer doesn’t seem to satisfy him. He reaches between us and rubs at his cock in his pants before popping his fly and releasing it, letting it bob between us.
“I don’t like that answer,” he growls.
“What answer am I supposed to give?” I ask honestly. “You’ve told me how it will go. I accept. What else do I say?”
“I don’t know,” he growls through clenched teeth. “Best not to speak then.”
He forces my head down with rough hands, the head of his cock pressing against my lips. A bead of precum hovers there and he smears it across my bottom lip, groaning at the feeling of it before his other hand snaps out and grabs my jaw. He squeezes until I pop open my mouth at the pain. The moment my lips part, he presses inside, shoving his cock so deep, my back arches with my gag. He immediately pulls out to give me air, but presses back in before I’m fully prepared.
“Your throat is like fucking heaven,” he groans as he fucks up into it, as he uses my hair as leverage to stroke himself with my throat. My fingers dig into his thighs as I breathe through my nose, letting him claim me in the way I’ve wanted to be claimed since we met. There’s just something intoxicating about Wylan that I can’t ignore, this lethal care he moves through life with. He says he won’t stay, and I expect no less from an assassin, but I can’t get the image of him wearing a tutu and a tiara from my mind.
I’m an idiot, because despite Wylan’s warning, my heart already decided it wants him. It’s decided it wants them all. I just don’t know when it made that decision.
“What is it about you?” Wylan growls as he shoves my face into his pelvic bone. I gag and tears blink into my eyes, but still, he holds me there. “You’re all I bloody think about.”
He releases my head and jerks me up from the floor before I can properly center myself. His hands grab my hips before he shoves my dress around them and jerks me onto his lap. The moment he realizes I’m not wearing underwear is the moment he loses all control.
“Fuck,” he growls through gritted teeth.
He reaches between us, grabbing his cock and running it through the wetness between my thighs. He groans in arousal before forcing me down onto him violently. There’s no slow warm up. There’s no easing into me. Wylan impales me and immediately grinds me against him, drawing a moan from both our lips.
“If I’m going to leave, I best make sure you never forget me,” he groans against my collarbone.
We both start to move, fucking each other like we’re running out of time, like any day now, he’ll disappear like the ghost he is. And I suppose that’s accurate. If the job is done, there’s no reason for him to stay. I could wake up tomorrow and he could be gone, no trace of him left as if he’d never been here.
But my heart would know. That’s where he’ll still be.
“I don’t want you to leave,” I pant as he fucks me. “I want you to stay.”
“I’m not a tree, love,” he moans. “No roots.”
“Please,” I beg, my body winding tight.
His eyes meet mine, and I can tell he doesn’t know if I’m begging him to orgasm or if I’m begging him to stay. I think I’m begging for both. I think I’m desperate for this not to be the one and only time we do this.
His hands run across my skin, up under my dress to caress my ass, on my hip to force me to move as he pleases, urging me to fuck him faster.
“Please,” I say again, breathy, and this time, I know I’m begging him to stay. “Please.”
He doesn’t answer, only picks up his pace until we’re both writhing with our approaching releases. My body shatters around him and I shake as I cry out in ecstasy. He grunts as he strokes inside me, as my body clamps down on his, and he follows me over the cliff, filling me with his release.
Tears flicker in my eyes, but I quickly blink them away. Now isn’t the time for tears. I can’t cry in front of a ghost.
He wraps me in his arms, tugging me close. His words are so soft, I barely hear them. Still, they make my heart shatter into a million pieces.
“If there were anyone who could make me stay, it would be you,” he whispers. “But I can’t. I won’t. I don’t dare put you and Elsie in such danger.”
I can’t stop the tears this time, but he only wipes them away and holds me, resigned to our fate. Even if it kills us.
Even if he can never be anything other than a haunting from a passing ghost.
Thirty-Seven
Ava
The next day, Dagen shows up with Wylan and Felix and his black car again. Dagen puts me in the back seat beside Felix and Wylan, while he takes the passenger seat, his eyes trained out the windshield.
“What are we doing?” I ask, because none of them would tell me this morning when they’d showed up and told me to get ready.
