Page 28 of His to Haunt
“Oh, you wanna see something really crazy?” says Kimmie, leading the way down the hall, and I know exactly where she’s taking them. The trap door room.
“What the hell is that?” I hear Silas say as Ritter walks beside me, taking my hand.
“Let’s hold hands for safety,” he jokes, and I laugh as we enter the room. Silas already has the trap door open. He glances back at Ritter.
“Dare you to get in.”
“Coffin elevator,” explains Kimmie.
Silas looks at me, eyebrow cocked.
“Exactly what it sounds like,” I say.
“Are you running this funeral home, Lenna?”
“The Byron’s ran it. It’s closed for business now.”
The two guys exchange a look. “Any relation to Zand Byron?”
“Bingo,” Kimmie smiles, but I kinda wish she hadn’t divulged that.
“Oh, shit. Byron’s fucking house?” says Silas, shooting Ritter a strange look. They both shake their heads as if that information has put a dent in the evening.
“Technically, it’s mine now, but—”
“Zand lives in the guest house,” finishes Kimmie.
Silas frowns.
“He-uh…isn’t home, is he?” He sounds concerned.
“No idea,” I shrug.
The two guys stare at each other. “Sorry ladies, we’ll have to be on good behavior tonight,” says Silas with a strange tone.
“Do you want to see the other elevator?” I ask Anything to get them out of this creepy room and to move on from this weird vibe they are suddenly giving off.
Kimmie takes Silas’ hand. “Come on,” she says, leading the way. I gave her one tour of the place, and she’s already a pro.
I’m about to follow them out the door when Ritter steps in front of me. He moves so fast I don’t have to react before his face is right before mine, his arms tightly around me.
“You’re sexy,” he drawls, face to face.
I open my mouth to protest, but he takes that as an invitation inside my mouth, his lips touching mine a mere second before his tongue slides into first place. He feasts on my mouth with a groan, his tongue so deep inside I can barely breathe. I pull back, pressing against his chest with my palms.
He responds by clutching my hair and pulling my head back.
“I’m so fucking hot for you, girl,” he hisses into my mouth like a hungry viper. I should be appalled. I guess it’s been too long because part of me wishes I was more into him, and his aggression might even be a turn-on. But it’s so. not.
“Enough,” I say, pushing him away. Ignoring me, he grabs my hands, pressing me into the wall as he raises my arms above my head.
“I want you,” he rasps, grinding against my pelvis with the force of his bulging erection.
“You want my big cock, right Leena? Promise I won’t bite you. I’m not blessed with that gift yet.”
“Just…stop!” I yank my wrists from his hands.
He pauses, looking at me like I’ve uttered a foreign word.