Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

I stare at him, his face twisted mockingly, his eyes daring me, and fuck, the need to make Harlow truly hurt, to unload on her, is overwhelming. Yet, I clench my jaw.

“No.”

Silas laughs under his breath, shoving the handle of the knife deep inside her ass until she spasms with a whimper. He holds the blade like it’s nothing, even though I know he feels pain when he’s corporeal. Hot blood trickles down his wrist and drips onto Harlow’s skin.

For one night, we’re allowed to have bodies. That Silas chooses to use his for pain is insane, but then, he was always unhinged. Gripping the sharp blade of a knife in his palm and fucking someone’s ass with the handle is right up his alley.

“Tell him, angel. He wants to spare you out of love,” Silas says, his mocking voice making that word sound dirty and pathetic. “But I think you want him to call you a slut. You want him to shatter you. So tell him.”

She turns her face as much as Caden’s hold allows and opens her eyes. They glimmer with tears, and I’m torn between the urge to hug her—and to make her cry for real.

“Tell me, Jack,” she whispers hoarsely. “Tell me everything. Make it hurt.”

And fuck me, but that sweet, raspy voice blows my willpower to bits. I can’t resist any longer.

“Fine. Since you ask so nicely,” I say, eyes straying to Silas’s hand.

He works the knife fast, in and out of Harlow in a jabbering rhythm that makes her twitch violently. I suspect if she didn’t hold on to the tatters of her control, she’d be yelling. Maybe I can break her enough to make her scream yet.

“You’re a fucking slut,” I say, the viciousness surprising me. I thought I dealt with it. Evidently not. “Watching you hop on top of every dick you could get was bad enough, but Harlow, for fuck’s sake. I could have handled it if you just fucked them and moved on. If you were just… promiscuous… it wouldn’t be a problem while you weren’t mine yet.”

She moans, her voice ragged, as the handle of the knife lodges deep inside her. Silas snarls softly, and I watch in fascination as he pushes his finger inside her to go beside the handle. Stretching her even more.

“Go on,” he says, glancing up with eyes that don’t belong on a human face. Silas looks like a demon, someone possessed. “Let it all out, Jack.”

“But every time you picked up a guy to fuck, you had this pathetic, hopeful look on your face,” I say. I never meant to say it out loud. Those were thoughts I thought under the cover of shadows, watching Harlow from a dark nook so she wouldn’t notice my eyes on her. “And that fucking look, that pathetic hope, is what got us killed. Because if you just fucked that guy, nothing would have happened. But you had to be so fucking needy.”

I pant, staring at her face, sweaty and wet with tears, her hair messy. My princess is so fucking filthy. Always was. And I thought I loved her despite it.

Maybe it’s high time I start loving her because of it. But for that to happen, she needs to be covered in my filth. Nothing else will do.

“So yes, Harlow, you’re a fucking slut,” I growl, plunging my fingers, the two that were in her ass, deep inside her mouth. “The worst kind, too. You don’t just offer your cunt to everyone who wants it. Everyone who fucked you got your heart on a platter, too. And guess what? None of them wanted it. They fucked you and threw you away, and through all that, I fucking loved you, and you didn’t even see it.”

I remove my fingers when she gags, and she coughs, a strip of saliva stretching from her mouth. I grip her hair, barely noticing that Caden lets go of her nape, and raise her head by the hair while she whines with discomfort.

“And I don’t fucking care I’m dead because of you!” I snarl, the words ripping out of me, a hurting, spiky truth I didn’t even know I carried. “But fuck, why didn’t you come that fucking night? I gave you everything! I told you I loved you! And you didn’t even fucking show up! You bitch!”

On Halloween two years ago, I finally told Harlow I loved her. I told her to break up with her worthless boyfriend and come to the haunted house to see me. She never did, and it hurts now just as much as it did then.

I press her head into the floor, grinding her into it and panting. Harlow sobs once, and I release her, shooting to my feet and pacing, my head in my hands. I’m a fucking wreck, sobbing like a loser, and I don’t even care.

Because this is so ridiculous. I don’t mind that she caused my death. But this I can’t fucking let go of. I fucking kissed her that day, I ripped my fucking heart out to give her, and she didn’t even come to tell me she didn’t want it. Like it didn’t mean anything.

That is what truly hurt me these last two years. That is what I can’t forgive.

When I hear shuffling and murmurs, I whip around, livid to see Harlow shaking in Caden’s lap. I’ve had enough of seeing her with other men and staying silent. And I know it’s Caden, and he’s mine, too, because of what we’ve been through together. If he wants her, he can have her. But I’ll be damned if I let her get away one more time.

“You want it to hurt?” I snarl, falling to my knees in front of her, gripping her dirty face in my hands. “You want to get fucked like the slut you are? I will give you that. I will give you fucking everything. But you have to show up!”

I tug her chin sharply to me and swallow her moan of pain when my mouth falls on hers. I kiss her roughly, too hard in my anger, and she opens to me, kissing me back with hesitant lapping of her tongue.

It’s not enough. It will never be enough.

I tear my mouth away and look at Caden, who still has his arms around her, nestling her in his lap.

“Together,” I say.

He gives me a sharp nod, and we tug Harlow up to her feet. I turn her around sharply so her back is to me, because I want to make her hurt tonight. And since that’s what she needs—even better.

“You kept asking for it all those years,” I say, bending down to her neck. I bite down on her right shoulder so hard, she cries out. “But you asked the wrong people. You’ll finally get it, princess. All of it. We won’t hold back on you.”

“Make it hurt,” she chokes out, and I snarl, biting down again while Caden kisses her hard, muzzling her with his mouth.

My dick is like a spike. I’ve never been this hard in my life.

With impatient, jerky movements, I undo her zipper and push the dress off, my short nails raking down her back. Caden releases her mouth with a growl and dives for a nipple. I don’t know what he does, but Harlow moans loudly, her ass thrusting into me on instinct.

“Fuck.” I don’t believe it, and yet, everything tells me she’s fucking horny right now. When I run my fingers between her legs, gently, because I plan to hurt her with my cock, not my hands, she’s so fucking wet, it’s unreal. I smear it from her cunt toward her ass, plunging a finger in, and Harlow shudders with a moan.

“You’re fucking dripping,” I say with wonder, a new wave of arousal tightening my balls. “Such a fucking slut. So this gets you off? You like being used and treated like trash?”

“I don’t know,” she sobs, moving her hips and fucking herself on my finger.

“She’s so fucking wet,” I tell Caden, looking at him as he reaches down to feel it for himself.

“You little slut,” he rasps, face dropping to her ear as he pushes his slick fingers in her mouth. “So eager to get two pierced cocks inside you? You’re our little whore, aren’t you, sweetheart? Just fucking begging for it.”Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

I grin when I see how into this Caden is. He hurt her the least, and I wonder if he’ll snap. He hated her, too. He planned her punishment right along with us. Now, he hoists her up so her legs straddle his hips. I come closer, supporting her back when Caden frees his cock.

When he shoves inside her, Harlow’s head falls back, hitting my shoulder, and I fucking snarl. I grip her hair, turn her head, not caring if I hurt her, and give her a punishing kiss while Caden stands still, waiting for me.

“You’ll take what I fucking give you, slut,” I say after biting down on her plump lower lip. She shakes, making tiny, whimpering noises, and I free my dripping cock, hissing when I grip it.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. I’m really doing this.

I spit in my hand and rub it over me, the head of my cock coated in precum. There’s no lube, no gentle prep, nothing thoughtful or tender for my little slut. And I know anal with Jacob’s ladder is supposed to be tricky because of the pain.

Tonight, there’s nothing simpler.

Yet when I position my cock at her rear, intensely aware of Caden’s dick already in her cunt, I can’t help but push in slowly. I want to make this last. Feel every tremor of pain, hear her every moan. Fuck, I’d like her to beg for mercy.

She doesn’t, of course, because Silas was right. Harlow is stronger than everyone thinks.

But when she whines long and loud like a tortured animal, it’s just as good.

I bottom out in her ass, my pierced dick all the way in, pressing against Caden’s through the thin wall of her.

So this is how my love gets ruined.