Ghost groans quietly in annoyance and grabs your ankle, pulling you back towards him after you tried to escape his grip. Your stomach drags against the wooden desk, the splinters being sharp and you feel the sudden warmth of Ghost’s body press on your behind.

Smirking, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer. Now only your torso leans against the table while his body presses your hips to the edge of it. He leans down to your ear from behind and whispers,

“Give up yet, pretty princess?"