Resurrecting Ghosts (Kings of Chaos 4)

“So good. So good.” I chant the words as he beats my pussy up like it owes him money. I’ve never had a man so long and thick. He gives me a pleasurable pain from being stretched and filled, I can barely keep it together.

“That’s it, girl. Damn.”

His breathing hitches and I know he’s getting close. I flex my muscles.

“Shit. So tight.” His fingers dig into the sides of my hips. “Come for me, girl.”

He slams in two more times and I implode, shaking and praying to God like I caught the Holy Spirit. He gives a throaty cry, and fills me with his thick, hot, spray. We slump down onto the bed sideways, still connected.

“Love this,” Skull mumbles.

My eyes widen. It’s the first I’ve heard him mention the L word. “Me too,” I say willing him to understand all the things I’m leaving unsaid. He’s not ready. But the way he’s putting in the work says all I need to know. I hug the arm he wraps around my body and let sleep drag me under.

***

I walk out of my office with my portfolio in my hand. We’re doing an ad campaign for a local makeup brand, and I’m having way too much fun over seeing it. The sample kits given to the women earned oodles of brownie points. I live for the moments when my interests and my job correspond. I don’t have to be wearing makeup every time I walk out of the house, but I’m a real lipstick whore.

My lips are rarely bare, even if I’m just wearing a nude gloss. The makeup boxes I own are filled to the brim with lip products. I figure I’m allowed to indulge in something, and I’ve never known a woman who went bankrupt because of lip liner.

I step out of the building and the joy oozes from my pores, dying in the tense air. My father is waiting by my car. “You shouldn’t be here,” I call out.

“I’m exactly where I need to be.”

I glance around the parking lot nervously. It’s not unusual for the boys to do ride bys to keep an eye on me these days. “Why are you doing this? I don’t need saving.” I place my hand on my hips.

“I thought that too.”

“Look, I’m not a snitch. I don’t harbor secrets that people would want to kill me over, and I’m not binging.”

“No, because you’re pregnant. You’re never going to get out unless you come with me now and run as far and fast as you can.”

“Your parenting days are over. I don’t like you. I’ll never value your opinion, and I’ll repeat once more. I. Don’t. Need. You. The best thing you can do is get in your car, and disappear to wherever you came from.”

“So much like me.”

“You know nothing about me.”

“I know you’re putting your faith in the wrong people, and headed for a path of destruction with your child in tow.”

“No, I will never be you. Because I’m not a selfish asshole.”

“You think I didn’t think I was doing the right thing too?”

“All you cared about was your career, drugs, and drinking.”

“That’s not true at all.”

“Actions speak louder than words,” I counter with a sneer.

“Exactly whose money kept you in a house, attending school, and fed?”

“Always with the money. It’s all you have to prove you did anything for us,” I snap back. If he’s trying to guilt me, he’s in for a long wait.

“I let your mother leave didn’t I? You think she could’ve hidden from me?”

“God, you’re a real narcissist, aren’t you?” The man in front of me disgusts me.

“Because I’m honest? Truth hurts.”