Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

She should be screaming from pain. Her face should be blotchy, covered with tears and snot, and she should be begging for mercy and shaking with terror.

That’s what I think to keep myself on track. Because the dark, changed part of me, the one that instantly recognized Harlow’s wounds for what they were, is glad. It feels like a betrayal. But I’m glad she enjoys it.

I know if I saw her being raped right now, I would suffer right with her, my own wounds ripping open.

It’s a difficult combination to balance, and it’s confusing. I need her to suffer, because only then will my own pain be accounted for. Her tears are the only price I’ll take for what happened to me. For what she did to me.

And yet… I can’t hurt her the way I want to. Before, I fantasized about doing it the worst possible way, through rape and utter subjugation. But I can’t. And I don’t want to see it done to her, either.

And where does that leave me?

I grit my teeth, frustrated, and watch as Caden fucks her ass. His face twists in pleasure, heavy grunts coming out of his mouth. He enjoys it so much. A part of me wishes I could be the one on my hands and knees for him. And maybe… someday. In another life. For now, I only get to watch, and it makes my anger more volatile.

Fuck, but I can’t share well. Which is so screwed up, since I knew from the start what Caden wants. I’m the only man in his life.

But not his only lover.

I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall with a thud as a furious breath rushes out of me. Because this is complicated, too. I don’t want to share him at all. But if I must…

I want it to be Harlow.

She’s the one gluing us all together so well. She’s our curse and redemption, and I fucking hate her, but at the same time, I recognize her as an equal. If Caden must have pussy, I want it to be hers.

Not that this problem will still exist after tonight.

I force my hands to loosen as Jack chokes her with his dick, holding her hair tight while he whispers comforting words. I can only imagine how that must feel, to be deprived of air and gagged, and yet praised and encouraged all the time. Even my dick twitches hard, because it likes twisted, fucked-up things.

“Just a bit longer, princess,” he murmurs, his voice agitated yet soft as he brings her head down on his cock. “You’re so good, taking this cock so well. So beautiful with two dicks filling you. Just a moment longer, and you’ll get all our cum, I promise. Fuck, baby. You’re so perfect.”

Jack’s got it right. He takes what he wants, so caught up in the moment, the fact we have just a few hours left, all forgotten. And I need to get myself together. I can’t spend the rest of this night just watching. I have to do something. To somehow exact my price from Harlow so I can go peacefully.

But how do I do that so it satisfies this burning hate but doesn’t make me loathe myself?

Jack groans and presses Harlow’s head hard to himself, coming in her mouth. When he lets go, she sputters and coughs, cum and spit dripping down her chin, but Caden’s got her, fingers pinching her clit expertly, and while he delivers a hard thrust, she cries out, arching.

The moment she comes, I see it on his face.

Her ass pulses around him hard with the orgasm, I know, and Caden’s expression hardens, teeth bared in a snarl as he pounds into her tightness until he stills, buried deep, creaming her inside. They both pant, and Harlow makes soft, broken moans, shaking, her body slick with sweat, skin glowing soft in the candlelight.

I’ve never been so hard in my whole fucking life.

And for a moment, I’m confused, my world turning upside down as I consider it.

It’s not just Caden that does it for me. No, I’m hard for all three of them. Her, panting, owned, ruined, and him, grinning now that he came, his dick still inside her. Even Jack, still holding her hair, petting it while his half-limp dick rests on his thigh.© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

All of them spent, sated, glowing. The utter vulnerability between them, the intimacy, the power exchange… It all goes straight to my dick, and I want to fucking play. To own them, too.

To be owned and included.

Suddenly, I know exactly what I want to do. There is one thing that will ruin Harlow even more than raping her, and maybe, before this night ends…

I’ll get to explore this new thing I just discovered about myself.