The Haunted (Sleeping with Monsters Book 1) by Cassie Alexander Page A

between her thighs. She bit her lips not to cry
out as he started rubbing her there, right beside her husband’s sleeping form.
    The
heat of him pressed against her, the illicit nature of it all, the fact that
his hand was circling her clit – she started breathing in hot gasps,
immeasurably turned on.
    But
it was wrong. Richard was here. She should want to be with him. He was sorry
for what he’d done, he’d said as much at dinner that night – and only Richard
could give her baby.
    She
shook herself free of the ghost’s embrace, and the ghost didn’t fight her.
    “Richard
–“ She pushed her own hand down to keep what the ghost had started in her warm.
“Richard, wake up – I need you – wake up –“
    She
moved her hand over him and reached down into his boxers, finding his flaccid
cock there, stroking it with desire. “Richard,” she whispered, begging him.
    His
hands pushed her roughly away. “Too tired, Becca. Go.”
    Daphne
let herself be pushed back in quiet horror. Becca. Who was Becca? How long had
there been a Becca? Was she another secretary?
    She
lay in bed quietly beside him, impotent tears streaming down her face. Who was
Becca? Where was Becca?
    She
felt sick to her stomach and went into the bathroom to throw up.
     

Chapter Ten
    “Why?”
she asked the mirror quietly. She’d been so good, up until this past week.
She’d tried so hard, despite all the absences – God, what if he was living a
separate life? What if instead of going off to international places, he was
getting on a plane and flying to see another family? Someone else who thought
she was his wife, with three children? Maybe she was the other family,
and that other one was his ‘real’ one?
    She
sank to the tile of the bathroom floor, sobbing quietly – and after a moment
felt hot fingers on her cheeks, stroking away her tears.
    “I’m
so sorry,” she told him. “I don’t mean to be like this.”
    The
Master’s presence around her calmed her, and she leaned into his heat like a
cat.
    “You’ve
never lied to me,” she whispered. “I wish – I wish there were some way I could
repay you. You keep giving to me and it seems like there’s nothing that I can
give to you –“ She licked her lips and opened them, trying to think of some way
to pay the ghost back – and then it occurred to her. “Take my mouth. Right now.
Like this. Use me how you want to.” She carefully opened her mouth wide in mid-air.
    Hot
hands pushed through her hair winding it to the point that it pulled – and then
she felt heat slide inside her mouth in the shape of a cock.
    The
ghost was hesitant at first, but it didn’t last long.
    She
closed her eyes and gave into it, anything else would have been creepy. With
her eyes closed she could feel his hands in her hair and his cock in her mouth,
pursing her lips against its warm length, tasting the smooth perfection of it
pushing in and out, the head of him bobbing at the back of her throat, her face
buried in the heat of his belly as she almost gagged – he rocked her back and
forth on him, like she was a see-saw and she brought her hands up to clutch for
support and found sizzlingly hot buttocks clenched, thrusting forward. They
felt so real she opened blinked her eyes open –
    When
the door opened up instead.
    “What’s
wrong?” Richard asked, finding her kneeling on the floor, her hair wild.
    Daphne
closed her mouth, her jaw sore and fell forward. “I -- I spilled some water,”
she quickly lied, miming wiping it up.
    “Let
Arthur get it tomorrow – I have something for you now –“ Richard growled,
reaching down.
    He
took her arm same as the ghost had and led her back to bed, lying back in the
dark. “I had a dream you attacked me – that you wanted this –“ He pulled her
hand down so that it touched his cock again, now completely hard.
    That
was before Becca , she wanted to protest. But the house, and the baby, and
the house – his hands reached for her hips and she