All Chapters of OWNED BY THE GHOST: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

63 Chapters

One wild night

Scott’s POVI never planned for my CEO to be my one night stand but I will not pretend that I haven’t fantasized fucking my boss. That sounds crazy right?? Well everyone’s got crazy fantasies, I just didn’t know mine would become my reality.A man who I’d beg to fuck me again even with my hole still leaking with his cum. I’m just twenty-seven, I should’ve had my shit together, but life had a nasty habit of kicking me in my balls every time I stood up. I had debts piled up to clear, a painting I am struggling to sell and here I am drinking my sadness away. “Another one?” the bartender asked, already reaching for the bottle.I shook my head. “Nah, I’m good.” My body needed a cock not a drink, I was damn horny, frustrated and tired of feeling empty. I’d slept with a couple guys for cash before when things got really bad, but tonight I just wanted to have fun. Wanted hands on me. A cock or pussy to fuck me mercilessly but preferably a cock. Then I remembered the text from earlier: Un

A Second Chance

Scott’s POVMy ass burned with every frantic step I took hurrying up for my interview. Each movement reminded me exactly how hard that mystery man had fucked me raw the night before. His Cum still leaked out of me despite the quick shower, soaking into my cheap boxer. My neck and thighs carried his teeth marks like badges I couldn’t hide. I’m late. Twenty fucking minutes late.“Shit, shit, shit!” I muttered. Jayden had pulled strings for this interview at the biggest art academy in the city. If I blew it because of some hot stranger I met last night, I’d never forgive myself. But damn… that man had made me feel alive. Wanted. For a few hours, the mountain of debt and my dead mom’s hospital bills didn’t bother me.As I got to Zenex Tower. The receptionist, a woman in her forties, glanced up.“Scott McAllen. I have an interview for the Academy program,” I panted, putting on my best charming smile even though I was sweating and probably smelled like sperm.She checked her tablet. “You’r

The Ghost in the Boardroom

Elliot’s POVIt’s seventy-two fucking hours since I walked out of that hotel room with Scott’s taste still on my tongue and his cum-stained moans echoing in my head. I sat at the head of the long mahogany table in my top-floor office, fingers drumming silently on the armrest while executives droned on about quarterly art acquisitions. Scott McAllen.That bold, expressive artist with the hazel eyes that talks too much. The way he’d challenged me both nights “Sneaking out again?” still burned. No one talked to me like that. No one got under my skin like that. I never repeated partners. Never. The “Ghost” didn’t do seconds, let alone thirds. One raw, breeding fuck and disappear. That was the rule. The only way to stay safe after what my father drilled into me as a teenager.Yet here I was, rock-hard under the table just remembering how tight Scott felt clenching around my cock while I choked him and pumped him full.“Mr. Travis?” One executive waited for my input on the latest batch of

Breaking The Rule

Elliot’s POVMy office door clicked shut behind the last executive that walked out but the silence didn’t bring peace. It brought him. His memory.Scott McAllen.I stood by the window overlooking Brooklyn’s beautiful view . My cock was still half-hard from the meeting. Three days of telling myself he was just another warm hole. From one night, to the second night and now this. The Ghost never broke the rule. I never repeated dicks. I never let anyone close enough to see the beast underneath the cold CEO mask.Yet here I was, pulse hammering like a fucking teenager because of one bold, artist who looked at me like he could see straight through my bullshit.“Fuck,” I growled, dragging a hand through my hair. The tattoos on my chest itched under my shirt, reminding me who I really was when the suits came off. A man who craved cock. Who needed control. Who got off on choking pretty boys while breeding them deep until they cried my name.And Scott? He didn’t just take it. He challenged me.

My Boss was indeed My One Night Stand

Scott’s POVI sat on my chair like a fucking sex slave waiting to be punished by his master. I sat there staring at the same email for the tenth time, heart hammering so hard I could feel it in my sore ass. Elliot Travis. CEO. I could bet with my life, he is the same man who had me bent over nights ago, choking me while he bred me deep like he owned every inch of my body.Or could I be wrong?I rubbed my eyes, trying to convince myself I wasn’t losing it. Maybe there were two Elliot Travis in Brooklyn. Maybe the quiet, intense guy from the party who fucked me raw twice was just some regular hot stranger with the same name and same steel-gray eyes. Yeah, right. I couldn't even buy that bullshit.I’d spent the whole day jumping every time someone said “Mr. Travis.” Every meeting, every email signature made my cock twitch. He’d looked me dead in the eyes in that office and pretended I was nothing. Two nights ago he’d railed me like a beast.What kind of man does that?I glanced at the c

The Only Man Who Talked Back At Him

Scott’s POVI was still sore as hell the next morning, walking through the halls of Zenex Tower like every step was a reminder of Elliot’s thick cock stretching me open on his desk. His cum had leaked out of me all night, even after I showered twice because I couldn’t sleep. I think I’m going crazy, like is this how a love-hate relationship feels like? I hate how he treats me but a part of me wanted to taste his cock this morning before I resume work. My neck burned under the high collar shirt I wore to hide the fresh bite marks. Yet I wanted some more.This is insane, I thought, clutching my coffee like my lifeline. A man shouldn’t have this kind of power over my body and my head.I went to the corner toward the art storage, hoping to lose myself in cataloging new pieces. That’s when I heard the low, ice-cold voice that made my stomach flip and my dick hard at the same time.“You think smiling at me makes you special?” Elliot’s tone was intimidating enough to make one pee on his pa

Mr. Cold-as-Ice himself

Elliot’s POVI had my cock deep in a stranger's hole not knowing he’d become my staff. Fuck. Scott. How are you able to get me? The annoying part is your boldness that strikes me. My secretary walked in and the folder she dropped on my desk with a soft thud brought me back to reality. I stared at it like it was a loaded gun.“Full report on Scott McAllen, sir,” Ms. Rivera said quietly. “As requested.”I waved her out without looking up. Then sat up to find out things I didn’t know about Scott. But as I read, something twisted deep in my chest.Scott McAllen, 27. Talented painter. Mother died of cancer two years ago after a brutal fight. He’d taken out multiple high-interest loans to cover her treatments—over $120,000 total across different sharks. The last one from a guy named Raymond was the worst. He’d sold personal art pieces, worked odd jobs, and yes… slept with men for emergency cash when things got bad. No criminal record. No dirty secrets I could use to push him away. Just…

Almost Got Caught

Scott’s POVI woke up grinning like a fool, sprawled naked across my cheap sheets with Elliot’s marks on my skin. My hole throbbed deliciously from how he’d railed me against that wall last night, his thick cock slamming deep, hand choking me just right while he growled filthy promises and pumped me full again. I could still feel the hot rush of his cum leaking out of me hours later.For once, the mountain of debt and the empty apartment didn’t crush me immediately. I touched the fresh bite on my shoulder and shivered. Elliot Travis, cold CEO by day, possessive beast by night, was breaking his own rules for me. That had to mean something, right? A loud knock ruined the moment.“Scott! Open up, man. I brought breakfast burritos!”Jayden. My best friend since art school, the one who got me the Zenex interview. I threw on sweatpants and opened the door, still riding that post-sex glow.Jayden stepped in, eyeing me immediately. “Bro… why the fuck are you smiling like you just won the lot

Love Makes Men Weak

Scott’s POVThe Eclipse party felt like a fever dream I couldn’t wait to escape. A tall guy in an expensive suit had been flirting hard, whispering how he could change my life, if I spent the night on my knees. My body reacted, my cock twitched at the offer, but my mind? Was not there.All I could think about was Elliot. The way my dick gets hard despite my hole still being sore. That rare second of gentleness after he has his cum deep inside my hole. I wanted him, not some rich stranger who’d use me and forget me. The realization hit like a punch. I was falling for a man who kept calling our nights “mistakes.”I left without saying goodbye to Jayden. My phone buzzed with another reminder from Raymond: Almost one week left. Forty-seven grand. And there was no sugar daddy in sight. Just me, walking home alone, leaking leftover cum from the man who refused to admit he wanted me.By morning, I was back at Zenex, pretending everything was normal. But nothing felt normal anymore.I was in

My Father Turned Me This Way

Elliot’s POVThe boardroom door swung open without a knock. I looked up and my world tilted.My father stood there in a tailored gray suit, silver hair slicked back, with the same cold stare that had haunted my nightmares for years. He wasn’t supposed to be here. Not today. Not ever, if I could help it.“Elliot,” he said. “Still playing with your little art toys? I thought you’d have grown out of this phase by now.”I stood slowly, keeping my voice ice-cold. “This is a private meeting room, Father. Leave.”He smiled like I was still sixteen. “Watch your tone, boy. I funded this empire. I made you.” He walked closer, ignoring me and my secretary. “The merger with the Harringtons. You will go through with it. Marry the girl. Stop these disgusting little distractions.”All hell let loose, my vision blurred. I could feel the terrified little boy in me that was locked for weeks roar inside of me.“Get. Out.” My voice cracked.He laughed softly. “Still so emotional. Just like when I caught

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