"Ghost? What are you?—"
"I told you I was going to fuck you until you couldn't remember your name." I settle between her thighs, my cock nudging against her entrance. She's still wet, still swollen, still sensitive from the last round. "You remember your name?"
"I... yes?"
"Then we're not done."
I slide into her and she gasps, her eyes going wide.
"Oh god, already?"
"Already." I start to move, slower this time. Long, deep strokes that make her whimper. "And I'm going to take my time with you now."
I fuck her slow and deep, drawing it out. No rushing, no urgency. Just my cock dragging against every nerve ending while she writhes beneath me.
"Ghost, please." She's digging her nails into my back. "Faster. Harder. Anything, just give me more."
"No." I keep the same steady pace. "You wanted more. You're going to take it the way I give it."
She whines in frustration and I smile against her neck. I fuck her slow and deep until she's begging, until her nails are raking down my back, until she's so desperate to come she's practically sobbing.
"Please, Ghost, please. I need to come. Please let me come."
"Is that what you need?"
"Yes, please, I'll do anything."
I slam into her and she screams. I pick up the pace, pounding into her while she claws at my back and cries out with every thrust.
"Come," I growl against her ear. "Come on my cock like a good girl."
She shatters. Her whole body goes rigid, her pussy clenching around me in waves, and I fuck her through it before letting myself go. I bury myself deep and come with a groan, filling her up for the second time.
This time when I collapse, I don't have the energy to do anything but roll to the side and pull her against me. We're both covered in sweat, both breathing like we've run a marathon, both completely spent.
"India," I say after a while.
"Mm?"
"What's your name?"
She laughs weakly against my chest. "I don't know. You fucked it right out of my head."
I smile into her hair. Good.
She falls asleep within minutes, curled against my side, her breath warm on my skin.
I should sleep too. God knows I'm exhausted in the best way possible.
But my mind won't shut off. Because somewhere out there, Harris Grey is still watching. Still planning. Still thinking he has some claim on the woman currently passed out in my bed.
The package today proved he knows where she is. Knows she's with the club. The delivery guy was a dead end — paid cash, no description that means anything. But Harris didn't just guess she was here. Someone talked, or he followed her, or he's got access to something we haven't found yet.
Tomorrow I'll sit down with King and the others. Go through everything. Figure out how the fuck he tracked her and shut it down.
But tonight — tonight she's here. Safe. Mine.
I pull her closer, press a kiss to the top of her head, and close my eyes.
