“I hate you”, you hiss, squirming in front of Ghost. Your eyes are locked in a hateful gaze, the anger and lust are running through your veins like a hot lava, spreading through your body.

“You hate me?”, he ask amusingly, his hand grazing that one sensitive spot between your legs with smooth and firm motions, making you gasp lightly.

“Yet, you’re dripping all over my hand. Why is that?”, he hisses, moving his fingers slightly faster.