The Haunted (Sleeping with Monsters Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

face.
    “You’re
here.”
    Nothing
touched her. No heat. Just that skin prickling feeling that was as intense as
being turned on.
    “I
don’t think I’m afraid of you. I mean I am – but – I shouldn’t be, right?”
    A
warm hand took hers and pulled her to her bedside, as though she and the ghost
were girlfriends, about to have a difficult conversation. She sat down, ankles
crossed, her skirt pulling just above her knee.
    “We
live here now. But there’s no reason for you to go anywhere. This house is
definitely big enough for the two of us. Three of us, if you count Richard –
although I realize you haven’t seen him yet.”
    The
hand that’d been around her own disappeared – and reappeared, on her knee, like
a familiar lover’s.
    “He’s
very nice. You would like him if you met him. I know you would,” she said,
talking faster as the hand moved fractionally up her thigh. “I mean, we’re
married, and, he’s only gone because he has to be. He’s in the banking business
and –“ the sensation of heat crept higher along her bare skin and underneath
the front edge of her skirt. Daphne saw the fabric ripple, allowing him access
beneath, the edge of a hand, an arm, as she felt fingers stroke the inside of
her thigh.
    “And
I know he loves me – he must, mustn’t he? He bought me this whole house –“ she
went on, as the heat rose. She knew she should be running away, be hiding in a
closet, be setting off the alarm. But every motion the hand made created a warm
flutter inside her, echoing its motion, and she found herself experiencing it
as though she were in a movie, waiting to see just how far it would go, how far
she would let it go, if she would – could -- even stop it.
    She
was holding her breath now, and the hand stilled, grabbing hold of her inner
thigh, fingers, thumb, and palm all hot, mere inches below what her underwear hid.
She could feel her pussy ache, empty for so long, wet and scared and excited
now.
    “You
won’t hurt me, will you?” she whispered to a seemingly empty room.
    There
was no reply.
     

Chapter Four
    Another
hand joined the first one, pushing her knees apart. Daphne inhaled to scream,
then realized the futility of it, as they were completely alone. She squirmed,
but his hands held her in place, opening her thighs wide on the edge of the
bed, her skirt edging ever higher.
    She
gasped – she’d been a fool to invite this, to think she could handle this alone
when – she felt the pressure of a tongue, as hot as the rest of him, lapping at
her clit through her underwear.
    The
sound she was about to make, shouting stop, no, go away, changed to panting
disbelief as she stared down. There was nothing to see, she could only feel
what was going on, but it was…incredible. She moaned without thinking and the tongue
below sped up. Even through her underwear, the friction was intense.
    She
bent over, looking down, imagining the man there looking up. “How? Why?”
    He
didn’t stop to answer her. His tongue just kept pressing, stroking, circling
and pushing at her clit through the thin piece of fabric. Her hips began to
rise and her legs spread of their own accord to offer more of herself to him.
But if she were going to come -- she needed more. If she was going to do this,
then let it be done right.
    She
reached down. She didn’t want to reach through him, that would be rude at best,
at worst it would banish him, so she carefully slid her hand down and – nervous
again – pulled the crotch of her underwear aside, exposing herself to him.
    He
paused, and for a moment she thought he’d disappeared, that she’d scared him
off – and then his tongue regained her and she could feel the heat of him
directly on her clit, now with lips too, him kissing her there, hard, and then
feel him slide his tongue between her labia to press in-in-in.
    She
moaned long and low. She rocked back on the bed, falling onto it, giving
herself over to his mouth. She never felt the pressure or