He props himself up using his elbows, thrusting deep enough to make the bed shake. I dig my nails into his back, leaving my marks on his skin as my climax arrives.
“Scream, Little Ghost,” Lex purrs. “Scream for me.”
An earth-shattering orgasm rages through me like an army finally bursting down their enemy’s castle gates.
“Fuck!” I cry. “Fuck!”
I writhe around in bliss, not caring whether anyone hears us over the alarms. My pussy grips and squeezes him, wringing out every drop of pleasure. The orgasm seems endless; when one surge washes away, another crashing tsunami descends.
He drives me into the mattress. My thighs ache in the best possible way as he keeps going. I wail, feeling a small pop and asudden release. A warm gush soaks my sheets. I blush, worried I’ve wet myself, but Lex’s eyes light up.
“Look at you,” he admires, fucking me more vigorously. “A filthy fucking whore squirting all over me.”
There’s no coming back from this. I’m ruined. His darkness has tainted me for good. No ordinary man will ever compare.
Lex groans, thrusting deep. He explodes and paints my insides with his cum. When he’s done, he wipes his hair from his sweaty brow and smirks. After he withdraws, I expect him to redress. Instead, he grabs my hair and hauls me up to perch on the edge of the bed.
“Clean up,” he orders. “If Aiden finds any trace of what we did, he’ll punish you, too.”
I look at him as I slide my tongue up his shaft, licking off the beads of salty cum pooling at his tip. He tastes of our sin and my undoing. I flick my tongue over every throbbing vein, until he yanks me back using my hair.
“All of me,” he says, forcing me down roughly.
I stare at his balls, unsure what to do next.
“I said, clean up,” he snarls.
I carefully take them into my mouth, one at a time, sucking gently to lick off my wetness. Finally, he pulls my head away, letting me know he’s satisfied.
“No one can know about this,” he says coldly, turning away to pull up his pants, leaving me shivering in our puddle of ruin.
I quickly put my soggy sweater back on, right on time for the light above my door to flash green.
“Lockdown’s over,” he says abruptly, reaching for the handle.
“Wait!” I say. “When will I see you again?”
He smiles. For once, it looks genuine and free from malice, then it vanishes just as fast.
“We’re always watching,” he replies.
“Aiden said I’d find answers here,” I say, hoping to get some useful information before he leaves. “What did he mean?”
He sighs.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” he says, before disappearing into the shadows once more.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
ERIN
Doctor Warner tips his metronome.“How are you feeling this morning?”
“Fine,” I lie.
Internally, I’m still unpacking what happened last night. A conflicting mass of emotions swirls around my head, from horror and confusion to desire. And, most worryingly, being plagued by one question. If I don’t regret what happened with Lex, what does that say about me?
