Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

That’s the only warning I get before Caden’s cock slams down my throat, his body pushing into me with the impact of Silas’s thrust. That in turn drives me hard into Jack, who hisses, his hands tightening on me as he thrusts harder.

“Fuck!” Caden spits, holding my head upright with shaking hands. My eyes water, his cock kissing the back of my throat with every deep stroke, but Jack pounds into me so deliciously hard, it soothes the sting.

The slow fucking turns into a primal, vicious act. Our bodies slap together, and my men snarl and groan, picking up speed until I have to fight for every breath, soaring higher and higher, buoyed up by their feral passion. My body is pounded from two ends, vicious forces battling, waves of desire crashing over me—and I fucking love it.

“Take it all, little angel,” Silas taunts me through gritted teeth. “A little taste before eternity.”

It doesn’t take me long to come hard all over Jack’s cock, lightheaded from insufficient air, my face wet with tears. Jack snarls, fucking me harder as I pulse around him, my throat burning from Caden’s piercings hitting it hard.

“Fuck!” Jack grunts, pounding into me. “Fuck, princess. Almost there.”

I squeeze around him tightly, my breathless, dazed body coming again as the world tilts, everything growing shapeless and brilliant with the bliss pouring in. I see the sparks now, a flood streaming around us, so potent and explosive, it can’t be resisted. As I shake in pleasure, Jack moans, hips stuttering as he comes, too.

“Don’t swallow!” Silas snarls, and a moment later, hot cum floods my mouth as Caden’s dick hardens.

I try to hold the cum in, obeying blindly, which becomes easier when Caden pulls out, and I can finally take shallow breaths through my nose. I’m floating, not entirely there as my body seems to undulate with exhaustion and the impossible euphoria.

Jack releases me, and Silas tugs me to my feet, holding me when I stumble, sparks flashing across my vision. I’m so loose, my mind so delirious, I am only half aware of what’s going on.

Warm arms settle around me, holding me securely, and a hot breath curls around my cheek and ear, Silas’s lips pressing into my earlobe.

“Give it all to me,” he whispers, panting. “Kiss me, angel.”

I tilt my face up, and he presses his lips to mine, tongue gliding in. My mouth is still full of Caden’s cum, and Silas kisses it out of me, his tongue demanding every drop. I shake in his arms, the rush of everything that’s happening threatening to overwhelm me. Everything sharpens, the echoes of my bliss dying down, and I have an urge to just curl up and sleep, blissed out and free of the world for a few precious moments.

But I hold on to consciousness. Silas kisses me, and I wouldn’t miss it for anything.

He presses me closer, our kiss growing messy as some of Caden’s cum slides down my chin, but Silas doesn’t care. He snarls into my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside me until my legs give out, and he holds me up easily, big, warm hands giving me a safe refuge as he takes and takes, stealing my breath away.

When he pulls back, giving me one last tender kiss right over my Cupid’s bow, our foreheads press together, and we stand like this, panting, the moment seeming like something out of this world, something holy and sanctified.

“I’ll finish inside you, too,” he whispers, gripping the back of my head.

I shiver with pleasure and anticipation as he guides me to a wall, making me face it as he urges me to arch my back for easy access. He presses to my rim, hot breath panting down my neck. I bear down, inviting him in, even though the sting is so much worse now. But I can take it. I’ll take anything.

“There, angel,” he murmurs when he’s fully seated inside me, my belly fluttering with want when he doesn’t move. “You’ll have us all. And I’ll tell you my secret.”

I moan in invitation, too far gone to use words, and he chuckles softly, setting an easy rhythm. He fucks me without haste, but I try to grab on to the wall, my legs shaking so hard, I struggle to stay upright.

As Silas speaks, his words give me a jolt of pure adrenaline, helping my body to withstand this final trial.

“What happened to you happened to me, too,” he whispers in my ear, driving deep into me. “In prison. I was twenty-two and did time for almost two years. My arm was broken when I was arrested. I couldn’t defend myself properly.”

“Fuck,” I gasp when he thrusts harder, making me want to stand on tiptoes to somehow absorb him better, but I stay flat on my feet, trying to process what he tells me while my body screams in pain and pleasure, everything mixing into a potent wave I’m not sure I can surf. “Who…”

“There were five of them,” he says, his whisper so quiet, I can barely hear it over the slap of his hips against my ass. “They raped me for weeks, angel. Every fucking day. Until I got someone else to protect me, which wasn’t easy.”

My throat closes when tears gather in my eyes, and they have nothing to do with me and my pain and everything with his. Silas’s voice hardens, a snarl creeping in, and he fucks me faster, jolting me until I rub unpleasantly against the wall. But there’s no way I’ll protest now. Hell, if he wants to relieve his pain like this, if I can help just a little, I’ll do anything.

“And then my arm healed, and I did a crash course in beating the fuck out of everyone who dared to touch me,” he growls low in his throat. “I could do it without leaving any marks. I made them fucking cry. But that was never enough. Nothing will ever be enough until I slaughter them all.”

I hold in my whimpers and groans of pain. I don’t know if I’m fucked up, but even as horror tingles down my spine, my body thrums with arousal, his cock inside me sending butterflies into a dazed flutter. I hold on with all my might, welcoming him inside me, welcoming his fury and pain, and wait for him to tell me the rest.

“You gave me your names for safekeeping, angel, so I’ll give you mine,” he says in a hoarse voice, fucking me so fast now, his thrusts so jarring, they tear the words out of him. “Alex, Christian, and David. These are dead. I killed two of them, and David got run over. I sent the driver who killed him flowers.”

I can’t stay quiet any longer, muffled whimpers tearing out of my throat as my body convulses around him, and fuck, but it feels like I’ll come. I shouldn’t, I don’t want to, but it just makes that orgasm loom all the harder, like my aversion brings it closer.

With a deep groan, Silas drives hard into me and stills, his cock throbbing with his release, his entire body shaking with his panting breaths. He takes my left hand and guides it down between my thighs, his cock still hard and deep inside me.

“Make yourself come. You deserve it. Just like I do.”

I touch myself, trying not to make a sound as I wait for the rest. He said five, and I remember it clearly despite my horny daze. Two names are still missing.

“Squeeze me hard as you come, angel,” he breathes, wrapping his arm over my chest and pulling me into him. “Come on. Come for me.”

My touch is too harsh, almost bruising over my clit, but it does the job. I fall apart with a muffled cry, pulsing around him, and he snarls with triumph, thrusting two more times to prolong my pleasure.

“And two are left, and I’ll never get them now,” he whispers when I still clench with the aftershocks, my body loosening slowly as I come down from the high.

His lips press right into my ear, his voice so quiet, I know I’m the only one who can hear it. Silas’s deepest secret. “But if we stay on as ghosts, maybe you’ll help me haunt them, just as I will help you punish your rapists. So remember, angel. Ethan and Robert.”

He pulls out of me with a jolt and walks away, leaving me naked and shaking against the wall, his cum deep inside me.