Chapter 229 THORNE MANOR pt 3
Chapter 229 THORNE MANOR pt 3
Harper lay sprawled in the middle of the massive four-poster bed, chest heaving, legs still trembling from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through her body. Her tank top was pushed up above her breasts, her shorts and panties were somewhere on the dusty floor, and she could feel her own wetness cooling on her thighs.
She let out a shaky, breathless laugh.
“Jesus Christ… I came so hard I saw actual stars. And I don’t even believe in you guys. This is some next-level gaslighting.”
The three ghostly presences chuckled around her, clearly delighted by her attitude.
Elias’s smooth voice whispered against her ear. “You’re even more entertaining than we hoped, Harper. Most girls who come here either run screaming or pass out from fear. You’re mouthing off while dripping all over our sheets.”
Victor’s deep, rough voice came from her other side. “And you taste even better than you look. Sweet, needy little thing.”
Lucian’s playful tone returned as invisible hands gently stroked her inner thighs. “Ready for round two, princess? Because we’re nowhere near done with you.”
Harper propped herself up on her elbows, trying to look defiant even though her legs were still shaking. “Round two? Bold of you dead guys to assume I’m not tapping out. I have a reputation to uphold as a professional skeptic.”
Before she could say anything else, the ghosts lifted her again.
This time they held her completely suspended in the air, a few feet above the bed, her body hovering horizontally. Harper yelped in surprise, instinctively grabbing at nothing.
“Hey! Warning next time! I’m not a fucking piñata!”
Elias appeared in front of her, or at least his presence became fully solid in her vision for the first time. He was strikingly handsome — sharp jawline, dark tousled hair, piercing gray eyes, and the ghost of an old-fashioned suit. He smiled at her like a predator.
“Much better,” he purred, spreading her thighs wide. “Now we can see every inch of you.”
Victor materialized behind her, tall and broad with a more rugged, dangerous look and a deep scar across his cheek. Lucian took form on her left side, younger-looking with mischievous green eyes and a wicked grin.
All three of them were incredibly attractive in that dangerous, old-money way.
Harper swallowed hard. “Okay… I take it back. You three are stupidly hot. Victorian fuckboys hit different.”
Victor laughed and positioned himself between her spread legs. His thick cock — very real-feeling despite being ghostly — rubbed against her soaked entrance. “You talk too much, little skeptic.”
He pushed inside her in one long, smooth thrust.
Harper’s head fell back with a loud moan. “Fuuuuck… okay, that’s thick.”
Victor started fucking her steadily, deep and powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce with every thrust. At the same time, Elias floated in front of her face and guided his cock into her mouth. Harper sucked him eagerly, eyes watering as he fucked her throat gently but firmly.
Lucian wasn’t idle. He used his hands and mouth everywhere — sucking on her nipples, rubbing her clit, occasionally slapping her ass while Victor pounded her.
They rotated positions constantly.
Victor pulled out and Lucian took his place, fucking her harder, more playfully, while talking dirty the entire time. “That’s it, princess. Take my cock like a good little ghost hunter. You’re so fucking wet for us.”
Elias took her from behind next, holding her suspended in mid-air while he railed her. Victor and Lucian took turns using her mouth and playing with her clit and nipples.
Harper was a moaning, drooling, overwhelmed mess.
“You three are going to kill me,” she gasped during a brief moment when her mouth was free. “Death by ghost gangbang. That’s a new one for the obituary.”
Elias laughed and thrust deeper. “We’ve been dead for over a hundred years, darling. We have a lot of pent-up energy. And you’re the first living woman brave enough to spend the night.”
They brought her to the edge again and again, edging her mercilessly.
At one point they had her completely upside down, held in mid-air while Lucian fucked her pussy, Victor used her mouth, and Elias played with her clit and fingered her ass. Harper came so hard she squirted again, the clear fluid spraying through the air and splattering onto the old wooden floor.
By the time they finally lowered her back onto the bed, she was shaking, covered in sweat, and barely able to form coherent sentences.
“Mercy…” she whimpered, half-laughing. “I tap out. White flag. You win. Ghosts are real and they fuck like demons.”
The three men surrounded her on the bed, their hands gently stroking her body now, soothing her.
Elias kissed her forehead tenderly. “We’re nowhere near finished with you, Harper. The night is still young.”
Victor kissed her neck. “And we have so many more ways we want to ruin you.”
Lucian grinned, already hardening again. “By sunrise, you’ll be addicted to us.”
Harper closed her eyes, breathing hard, a tired but exhilarated smile on her face.
She had come to Thorne Manor to disprove ghosts.
Instead, she was getting the best, most terrifying, and most satisfying sex of her entire life.
And the night was only just beginning.