Justin Bieber - Ghost

Gideon's cock bulged, shooting strings of thick, warm cum into her. He grounded slowly, riding out both their releases, groaning pleasurably against her throat. He pulled out and she shuddered at the sudden loss of fullness.

He slide down her body, resting his head atop of her breast. His hands found hers, bring them to rest against the back of his head. Gideon just wanted to be in her arms, she made him feel so calm.

Since their return to Medellín, she hadn't been let out of his sight. When he worked in his office, she went with him, forced to sit by his side as she finished her high school diploma. At least his desk was big enough to fit the both of them and it was a plus that he hadn't tried anything sexual in there. Yet.

After cuddling, Gideon pushed off her body pulling her up with him.

"Let's get ready for breakfast, everyone will be waiting." He said, tugging on his sweatpants.

"You go down first, I need to use the bathroom." She gave him a small smile and stepped into the bathroom.

Rory turned on the water before pressing her ear against the door, listening to the sound of him leaving the room. She turned the water off and poked her head out - he was gone. She hurried back into the bedroom, wrapping a robe around her naked body.

She crouched beside the bed, lifted the mattress and searched for the contraceptive pills she had hid underneath there. She quickly down the pill with a glass of water sitting on the beside table.

Luci was kind enough to give her more pills and promised to keep it a secret from her brother. She had risked so much for Rory to which she was thankful for.

After taking a quick shower and getting dressed, she headed for the dining room where a breakfast buffet laid on the long mahogany table. Everyone - Luci, Cielo, Sebastian and Gideon - were present, while the workers carried platters of food to the table.

When Gideon was home, it was always like this - breakfast, lunch and dinner were massive feasts. He was sat at the head of the table and her seat was beside him, to the right. A wide grin settled on his face when he saw her and she threw a small back.

Everyone, including the staff, watched them in curiosity. They couldn't help since the duo had been getting along better since their return from Singapore. It made them wondered that happened.

Rory didn't whined nor talk back to Gideon which resulted him becoming least violent with her.

However, it was only a facade - disguised she put on to protect herself from him. Whether he was aware of it, she wasn't sure. He was good at judging people and spotting their weaknesses. He had always been able to tell when she was lying. Perhaps, this time he was merely ignoring it.

After breakfast, Gideon disappeared into their bedroom and came out several minutes in his expensive suits. He looked gorgeous.

She was sat in the massive lounge room, flicking through the TV channels when he came down and pressed his usual possessive kiss to the side of her neck.

"I have a meeting in the city today, I'll be home for dinner." He explained, giving her another deep kiss against her neck.

"Okay, I'll see you later." She said with a small smile.

Gideon left the estate with his entourage in four black SUVs.

With him gone all day, she was suddenly at a lost and realised how much she had been relying on his presence. Sighing, she grabbed the bag of dog treats and headed to the outbuilding. The dogs were in their massive cage and Feliz still chained, sitting away from the others.

Rory greeted them with kissing noises, opening their cage to let them out. Mariposa and Zorro crowded her, wagging their tail as they waited patiently for their treats. She fed them one each and threw one into the cage for Feliz.

The sound of an engine stole her attention from the dogs. Rory glanced to the driveway spotting one of the UTVs towing a cart filled with branches and leaves. Alvaro was driving.

She swallowed. He had ignored her ever since she returned. Even when she gave him a souvenir, he barely muttered a thankful or looked her in the eye. He avoided her at every corner of the house, side stepping out of her way and darting before she could talk to him.

His strange behaviour made her even more lonely.

Rory commanded the dog back to their cage and returned into the house. Glancing at the clock, she reached for the home phone and speed dial for her mother. They spoke almost everyday since her return to the estate, her mother was doing great though she'd like to see it with her own eyes. What if forcing was forcing her to say it?

It rang twice before her mother picked it up, her voice small and weaken. Rory frowned, she didn't sound unwell the other day too - what happened?

"Hi mom." She said as brightly as she could. "How are you today?"

"I'm good." She replied, the exhaustion evident in her voice.

"Mo-"

"I dreamt about you." She said, abruptly cutting Rory off. "Do you dream about me?"

She wiped her clammy hands against the fabric of her trousers, biting her bottom lip anxiously. She dreamed alright - about everything all at once, mixing the events she had seen over the last couple of weeks. Her father, stepmother and Henry, and the two people in Singapore. When they met their end, she was the one behind the mask that pulled the trigger - it was always her who dealt the last blow.

She killed them.

The worst one had been when she dreamed of her mother lying on the cold hard floor - emerald eyes opened, staring into her own and blonde curls wet with crimson red blood. A bullet lodged into the side of her head - was it suicide? Other times, it was her lying there not her mother.

"Rory?"

"Yes, I dream of you mom. All the time." She smiled though her eyes welled, blurring her vision.

"I heard that when you dream about someone, it is because that person misses you." She said.

Rory let out a small, sad chuckle, "I miss you too mom. So much."

"I love you." Her mother said, endearingly. "We will see each other again, I promise."

"We will."

Just like that, their conversation ended and leaving her once again shrouded with loneliness. The old her would have loved the solitude and its silence but the girl now felt only terror. Because, what she was surrounded by now was pure horror, a darkness like a ragging black fire that burned everything in its path.

Gideon's darkness.

~*~

He didn't return for dinner as he had said causing her anxiety to spike. If he didn't return for dinner then he won't be back for bedtime. The realisation sent a nauseating wave of panic through her body, forcing her limbs to become useless.

Rory stared at the empty pearl white dish in front of her and the set of silver cutlery. Her brain, all of a sudden, had no idea how to use them.

"Rory! Rory!" Luci shook her shoulder, worried etched on her face. "What's wrong? Aren't you hungry?"

Luci's voice echoed and muffled by the annoying ringing her ear. Her throat became dry and vision blurred. She was close to another full blown panic attack - Rory abruptly stood, using the last of her willpower.

She raced upstairs to their bedroom where Gideon's strong scent was lingering on his side of the bed. The moment the spiced vanilla smell hit her nostrils, she stopped shaking and curled into the blanket. Clutched in her arms was the toy rabbit he had given her. It had been sleeping near her ever since and she frequently played the recording he installed in it.

Gideon's voice played over and over again until she felt calm. The moment her mind became unclouded, a chain of emotions crawled up her spine, littering her body with goosebumps. Guilt, shame, horror and disgust.

He was her tormentor, he murdered her family yet he was the only one who could make her stop feeling so restless. He calmed her panic storms and made her feel so warm and comfortable. She was disgusted with herself.

The bedroom door creaked open and crane her head to find Luci stepping inside with a tray of food in her hands. She placed the dinner along with a cup of hot milk on the night stand before climbing into the bed next to Rory.

Luci pressed her body against Rory's back and threw an arm around her. She didn't say anything, just held her in her arms.

"He ruined me." She croaked, a while later.

"Mafia men have that specialty." Luci murmured, eyes closed. "They always ruin things that are beautiful and innocent."

"I hate him."

"Lots of people hate Gideon." Luci tighten her arms around Rory's waist. "And lots of people fear him at the same time. Are you afraid of him?"

"Yes." She answered. She feared him more than anything. He killed and tortured. He loved violence and chaos, he thrived in it.

"You don't have to be." She said, "He won't ever hurt you unless you give him a reason too."

Her brother was no saint and he'll never be. He'd hurt people including his own family with no remorse. In some sense, he was a traditional man who held the view that the male should always provide for the family and in return should be respected by everyone. He'd gladly punished those who don't respect him.

He didn't tolerate disobedience either and demanded absolute loyalty. Hence, he will cut people off if they didn't please him.

There was no one who were exception to his rules.

"But, he did hurt me." Rory whispered, fisting the bed sheets as her voice began to slowly break. "He hurt me so bad. He cut me, he carved his name on my body. He killed my family and kept me locked up with their dead bodies."

"I'm sorry." Luci said, holding her tighter. She had heard all about it from Sebastian. From the incident in Greece to the Rory's inevitable punishment and the two executions in Singapore.

"I'm ruined because of that. I can't sleep. I have nightmares all the time and it all haunts me even when I'm awake." Tears streamed down her face, wetting the bed. "And, the moment he leaves me I break down and go into panic mode. And, he's the only one can stop it all."

Luci continued to hold her, murmuring sweet encouraging words that only go in one ear and out the other. All Rory could think about was tonight - she'd be sleeping alone if Gideon didn't come home in the next hour. She had to fend off her nightmares alone.

After eating the food and downing the cup of warm milk, Luci bid her good night and took off with the tray.

Rory was alone again.

That night she held the rabbit close to her chest and rolled herself onto Gideon's side of the bed. She snuggled into his scent and closed her eyes. Her consciousness drifted but the moment the darkness claimed her, she jumped awake - her pulse quicken. She kept twisting and turning while her mind desperately wanted to shut off and sleep.

She was afraid of the horrors she had to witness on a endless torture loop.

Sighing, she kicked off the sheets in frustration and tiptoed down the dimly light corridors and into the kitchen. Searching the cabinets and pantry, Rory found a box of chamomile tea and brew herself a cup. In Singapore, Vivian always gave her a cup before bed and to some extent it helped her sleep.

Rory quietly sat on the island stool, shrouded in the dark. A flash of lights - headlights - beamed through the window and she glanced outside to see several SUVs pulling up. She recognised the figures emerging from the car right away - it was Gideon. He was big and thick with muscles, it was obvious.

Relief flooded her insides, she won't be sleeping alone tonight.

She pitter-pattered to the front entrance at the same time as the door swung open. Rory switched on the lights and the men reached for the guns in on their hips. They weren't expecting anyone to be awake.

A frightful gasp erupted from her lips at the sight before her. Blood. They were all covered in it, from head to toe.

Green eyes zoomed in on her husband and horrified shriek raised up her throat. Dark, red blood covered his suit, painting his white dress shirt and his tanned skin. His expression was stormy, twisting into a glare as he spotted her in the corner.

Rory shrunk, sliding down the wall. Her legs had given up thus, no longer able to hold up her weight.

In a few a steps, Gideon was in front of her, kneeling so that they were eye level. She shook her head, she didn't want to see him nor be near him. But he forced her to look at him, gripping her chin tightly with his blood stained hand. She cried, spotting the blood splattered across his face and trickling down his neck.

He didn't appear like he was injured so it definitely wasn't his blood.

This man - her husband - was practically bathed in the blood of the people he no doubt put an end to.

"Why are you up?" He snapped.

"I couldn't sleep." She stammered, pressing further into the wall. She won't be able to sleep now that she had seen all the blood.

"Go back to bed." He ordered, pulling her up. "I'll come and help you sleep once I've cleaned up. Go!"

Rory leaped up the staircase back to their room and hopping under the sheets. Each time she tried to close her eyes, Gideon's bloodied face came into view - he had given her another nightmare to dream about.

When Gideon opened the door to their bedroom, he sauntered inside blood free and a towel dangling from his hips. He discarded the towel and lowered the covers before sliding between Rory's legs. She glanced at the bedside clock - it was already past 1am.

Pushing her knees and parting her legs, Gideon slide her bottoms off. Cold air hits her pussy and she pressed further into the mattress.

"Gideon." She rasped, "I want to sleep, please let's do this tomorrow."

His hands instantly reached for her throat, her eyes popped open in fear of his sudden movements. She scanned his features - there was no emotions there, he looked empty of any just like the time he had locked her in her bedroom.

"I want to fuck." He gritted. "Besides you said you couldn't sleep earlier. What changed?"

He needed to release some tension and the only way was to ravish her body like the animal he was. Death and the intent to murder still lingered in his systems. The memories of the last 16 hours needed to flush out and if his wife didn't want to comply, he'll merely tighten his palms around her neck to put her into unconsciousness. Then, he'll fuck her like that.

Rory remained silent, staring up at him with her big green eyes. It only made him want to fuck her more.

"Who's blood was it?" She asked, her hand reached to tug at his around her neck.

Gideon knew her little game and it won't work this time. She was trying to distract him from the inevitable, to save her self from his rage. It won't work.

"It's none of your concern." He glared. Gideon didn't like people prying in his business. Who he killed was up to him.

He released one free hand and spat his salvia on it before reaching down and wetting her pussy. Gideon didn't allow her a moment to reply and slammed into her push at full force. He tore her insides, forcing her walls to stretch around him.

She squirmed and screamed at the pain shooting in her core. Tomorrow she won't be able to walk properly.

"You can take my dick like a good girl." He ordered, lowering himself between her neck and shoulder blades. "Fuck, you're still so tight."

Gideon took her body as he pleased. Countless, mind breaking orgasms that her body drank in, loving the feeling of his massive cock impaled her. He was rough - rougher than usual and her body screamed in delight. Shame swallowed her whole at the realisation.

It was 5am when Gideon relaxed and the tension dispersed from his muscles. He laid atop of her, not caring that his weight was squeezing her.

In the morning light, she observed Gideon's sleeping features. Unlike the time on the plane, he didn't look like he was ready to fight someone. Her eyes traced his forehead, to his browns, lips and jaw - he was gorgeous. Nothing but manliness oozed from his structure.

On their own accord, her palms came to rest on his back. Her finger tips moved up and down the length, stroking him in a soothing manner.

Gideon's lids lifted, revealing his dark eyes. He pushed himself off her body, pressing a deep kiss to her lips. His cock harden again and wanted to go for another round. But, he had told her he'll sleep and intend to keep his word.

Tucking her fragile body against his, he held her against his chest and hummed.

"Go to sleep."

Rory's body softened in his arms instantly and her rugged breathing slowed as she calmly slipped into sleep.