2 years ago
~ Cecilia ~
I'm an idiot. I am a complete and utter idiot. Not even two days later and I'm back at this fucking haunted house. Last time I was here he warned me to stay away but I refuse to deny myself of what I want. If I want something I will get it. Plus this was the perfect opportunity to get out of my house. If I spent another minute with my father's evil presence lurking around then I would have definitely thrown myself off the second floor.
Holding my head up high and taking a deep breath I walk into the haunted house.
"Turn around now!" Actors yell as I roll my eyes and walk past them.
"Yeah yeah." I say pushing past them until I finally reach the hallway.
My heart deflates a bit when I don't see him here. Where the fuck is he?
"Still stalking me?" A deep voice rumbles near my ear and I quickly spin around seeing my ghost.
"Still trying to scare me away?" I shoot back and he takes a step closer to me. But this time I don't take one back or run away from him. This time I stand my ground.
"I take it it's not working?" He asks and I grin.
"Well I'm here aren't I?" I ask and he tilts his head slightly.
"You think you're funny?" He asks taking a step closer so that my chest is pressing against his.
"Not intentionally." I say breathlessly and a low laugh escapes him before he quickly stops himself.
Suddenly he grabs my throat and squeezes it. Hard. The action only intensifies the aching between my legs.
"And now?" He asks studying me. "Are you scared now little stalker?"
"Oh yes, terrified." I mock. "I'm shaking in my boots."
"Fuck the fuck off." He says shoving me away roughly. "Or I will make you disappear permanently." He says it so seriously that there is no room for second guessing. He definitely seemed like the man who could kill people without any remorse.
"Is that a threat?" I ask staying rooted in my spot. I never back down from a challenge.
"Did it sound like a compliment?" He asks boredly and I narrow my eyes at him.
"I want you." I say tired of running around in circles with him. "And I'm not giving up because you clearly want me too."
He grabs my jaw forcing me to look at him. "You're fucking mental you know that?" He asks and I smirk.
"And yet you're attracted to me." I say.
"Delusional too." He adds and I grin at him.
"You wanna hear my latest delusion?" I ask leaning closer to him.
"Well I have a few minutes to spare since you're positively dying for my attention." He said and I roll my eyes at his dumb attempt at sarcasm. Is this dude even human?
"I have a vision that you will fuck me roughly against that wall." I gesture at the wall beside us. "With your hand wrapped around my throat in the delicious way it was before. Over and over and over." I say quietly.
"But that won't happen right?" I ask innocently. "Because I am just , what did you call it? Fucking mental and delusion. And there's no way that someone like you would be attracted to my delusion ass. Ignoring your very obvious hard on that has been poking my stomach this entire time of course. Oh well seems like you missed your chance to fuck the mental girl." I say with a tinge of fake sadness and am about to pull away but he grips my jaw tightly.
"Shut the fuck up you nutcase." He grumbles before lifting his mask slightly and crashing his lips into mine.
He kissed me savagely and with a mix of anger and hunger. As if my lips are the first meal he's gotten after being starved for years. I let out an involuntary gasp at the impulsiveness of his mouth on mine and he takes it as an opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth. He tastes like mint and a soft moan escapes my lips. No one has ever made me feel this way from a kiss. The rest of his face is still covered except for his vicious mouth that destroys my entire being.
I reach for his mask and he grabs my wrists stopping me.
"I want to see your face." I say breathlessly as I pull away and suck in air greedily.
"No." He says and my brows furrow.
"What, are you ugly or something?" I ask.
"Do I seem ugly?" He asks and I think about it for a minute before slowly shaking my head.
"Well there's your answer." He says before completely covering his face with the ghost mask.
"Will you be here tomorrow?" He asks but we both know the answer.
"Obviously." I say and only now realise that my hand is still placed on his chest from when he kissed me. I look at it and so does he. I try to drop my arm but he grabs it.
"You got hurt?" He asks looking at the bandage on my arm. Shit.
"I'm uhh clumsy." I say and he looks at me.
"You don't strike me as the clumsy type." He says rubbing his thumb against the bandage as if he doesn't realise he's doing it. "You had a cut the other day as well."
"Wow seems like you're the stalker here." I say pulling my hand away from him. "If I wanted a doctor I would go to one."
"Now are we doing this or not?" I ask him.
"Fine but I have a condition." He says and I roll my eyes.
"Of course you do." I say boredly.
"The mask stays on." He says and I grin.
"Ha I knew you were ugly." I say with a sly grin.
"This is a commitment free mutually Beneficial relationship." He says and I nod. " Think of the mask as a symbol of that. It's a boundary." He says and think about it for a minute.
"Fine." I finally say sticking my hand out between us. "The mask stays on."
He takes my hand shaking it and sealing me into this deal that I've just made with the devil.
"See you tomorrow little stalker." He says before turning around and walking away like always. The way he moulds into the darkness of the room is effortless. He is in every aspect , emotional and physically , a ghost. And I just gave him permission to fuck me.
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RomansaCecelia Odessa Thorne has her entire life figured out. With her master's degree in psychology by 22. Her job as a ballet instructor. Her passion for music. The craving for respect. Eventually a little cabin on a lake. No kids they're a mess. Travel...
