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My hands find the hard lines of his grooved hips, and I grab him tightly, crying out and raking my nails over his skin as he thrusts his cock between my thighs, groaning and tensing up.

I moan deeply when his hot cum splatters across my tummy and thighs. More and more of it pumps out of him, thick white ropes landing on my skirt, between my exposed breasts, dripping down my pussy.

The entire world grinds to a halt as he groans one last time before going still.

My pulse beats like a hammer on an anvil in my ears. My skin is crackling with electric energy that throbs over my body.

Suddenly, The Ghost Prince reaches for his mask. My heart skips a beat, my eyes widening as he hooks his fingers under the chin of the mask and pulls it up just enough to expose a chiseled jawline and fuckingperfectlips.

I want to kiss him so badly.

I don’t know where the sudden urge comes from. But one second it’s not there, and the next, after I see his lips for the first time, it’s all I can think about.

I want to kiss him and never stop.

And that’scompletely fucking insane, because that’s not what this is. At all.

His hand drops to just above my pubic bone. His fingers push through the sticky mess of his cum and mine, smearing it over my skin and the small patch of red hair. Then he lifts his hand and brings it to my mouth.

My eyes are glued to his mask as I wrap my lips around his cum-coated fingers and lick them clean, my pulse jumping erratically in my chest.

He brings his fingers down again, smearing over the mess we made, then lifts the hand to hisownmouth. I watch, my jaw open and my eyes wide as he licks his own cum from his fingers.

Jesusfuck, why is that so hot?

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GALINA

“So…”

Nervousness gallops through my chest. I turn to flash a lopsided smile at The Ghost Prince as we stand in the shadows outside The Atheneum, like this is that awkward moment in a first date in a romcom.

I had a good time tonight.

Thank you for dinner.

Would you like to come in for coffee?

But this is no romantic comedy. I’m not sure you could labelanythingthat just happened back at Roche Hall as “romance” of any kind.

More like primal release. The explosive charge of a bullet leaving a gun. Mad eroticism and praise wrapped up and tied with a dark bow as I came, digging my nails into his body and feeling his cum cover my skin like he was branding me.

Now, inexplicably, he’s walked me home.

…With his cum still dripping down my thighs and drying on my skin.

And they say chivalry is dead.

Jokes aside, there reallyisa strange chivalry to this man who wears a military combat mask while he dry humps knives and breaks into my room to plant spy cameras and steal my underwear.

After we were done at Roche Hall, he went to a bag stashed off to the side and pulled out a t-shirt for him, a hoodie for me, andwet wipeswhich he then used to clean some of the the cum from between my legs.

Yeah, “strangely chivalrous” is exactly the way to put it.

And on top of all that, he’s nowwalked me home.

“So, this is me,” I say like acompletedork as I turn to gesture at The Atheneum.