“Ask me about the Ghost.”
“What?”
“Ask me.”
“W-what’s the deal with the Ghost?”
“The Ghost is a silly mask I put on to conceal my identity when I went around killing anyone who ever belonged to Marissa’s operation.” He lifts my arm slightly, and for a second I stupidly think he’s pulling my wrist toward his lips, like he might kiss me. “See? It’s not so hard, answering questions.”
“Fuck off,” I scoff, deciding his calming presence is all a lie. His smirk is too damn smug for that.
“How long have you been in this city?” he asks. “Close to four years and your friends don’t know a damn thing about you, do they?”
“That’s not fucking true!” Embarrassment flushes my skin. For the first time in my life, I have friends. They threw me a birthday party and everything. What right does he have to say they don’t know me?
“Be honest, Isolde. You’re too scared to speak.”
“Fuck you.”
“Hide behind some curse words if that’s what you want.”
“I’m not hiding. I’m telling you to fuck off.”
His words are mere murmurs, but I hear the challenge. “I’ll fuck off if you give me one honest thought from inside that mind of yours.”
My lips part. My mouth unmoving.
And then, the words tumble out. “I want you to shut up and fuck me.”
He drops my arm, stepping back.
I preemptively prepare for embarrassment. For his rejection.
Tristan cups my cheek, brown eyes fierce as he lifts my chin, inspecting every inch of my face.
“You want me to fuck you?”
I almost flinch, hearing the words repeated back to me.
“You want me to spread your legs open?” Brown eyes run over my body, his gaze scalding me. “Is that what you want, baby? For me to open your legs wide and fuck you up.”
His hand may as well be around my throat. I’m breathless.
“I ask you for one real thing, and you ask me to fuck you?”
I step away from him, but he pulls me back.
“Answer me, Izzy baby.”
“Yes!” I refuse to waver, to show any fear.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me.” The words are clear, my voice strong. I’m tired of standing here, scared and lonely. “If you think you can do that?”
He smirks at the challenge. “Put your hand around my cock, baby.”
The demand stuns me.
