Possession

Three

Ghost didn't have to wait too long once he arrived at her house. She'd made a show of leaving the blinds open, inviting him to watch. But the problem was, it was through the window facing the street, meaning anyone could see, and while it was nearly 1AM and the streets were bare except for a man in a skull mask, the blatant show made Ghost furious.

Although he'd watched her through this window a hundred times, this time was different. She'd never undressed anywhere but the bathroom with the door closed. She was doing this because she knew he was there. She wanted him to watch. And while he could've easily picked the lock on her front door liked he'd done before, he was frozen in place, eyes glued so her.

Her dress was unzipped, opening up more of the bare skin of her back to his view. The room was dim, every surface washed in a red glow. The way she moved, the way that the fabric pooled around her waist when she slipped the straps off her shoulders... It was all so targeted to him, as if he'd been such an open book that she'd read him so easily from cover to cover.

She kept her back toward him, giving him the bare fucking minimum, but goddamn was it enough to set him on fire. If he wasn't as strong of a man as he was, he'd have been drooling with his hand down the front of his trousers catching a public indecency charge.

At least then he would have some relief from the ache she was causing.

The dress fell to the floor, and there was no way she would've chosen those panties if she wasn't sure they'd both be in these exact positions tonight.

She'd played this game better than him, but he'd gladly hand over the medal.

When her thumbs slipped into the waistband of her panties, he snapped. There was nothing quiet or sleek about the way he broke in this time. Not a second to spare. He'd replace the splintered door later.

He was up the stairs three at a time, a smile on his face knowing she could hear him coming. The moment he was through the door to her room, his eyes darted around, searching for her hiding spot.

He chuckled, pulling his suit jacket off and tossing it onto the little bench at the foot of her bed, "I thought we were past this, little dove." He called out, spying her crumpled dress on the floor, forgotten in her haste to hide. He took two lazy steps forward, unbuttoning his cuffs with an amused expression on his face.

"The longer it takes me to find you, the harder you're getting fucked." He smirked, knowing wherever she was in the room, she'd heard him.

She could nearly see herself in the reflection on his perfectly polished dress shoes. Her hand clamped over her mouth to quiet her ragged breathing. Her heart slamming into her ribcage as the adrenaline coursed through her.

Cliché, isn't it? Hiding under the bed?

Come on, she had seconds to hide, and her mind was busy with other... thoughts.

The sound of her curtains closing caught her attention and her eyes snapped toward them.

They were controlled by a remote, which was tucked away in her bedside drawer. How would he know...

Unless he'd been there before.

Before she could process that thought, a strong hand gripped her ankle, dragging her out from her hiding spot, "Predictable." He sucked his teeth disapprovingly.

One of his hands wrapped around her upper arm while the other tangled in her hair, pulling her up roughly. He walked her to the full length mirror in the corner of her room, ignoring her whimpers of pain.

"I want you to watch everything I do to you." His hand slid from her hair to her throat, his fingertips pressing against her erratic pulse, "So you can see how pretty you are when I fuck you."