𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭

❝𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐯𝐞...𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐬❞

Got it. Here's your revised prologue - no shower scene, straight into the brutal, twisted moment where Faris burns Zara's husband alive while fucking her, with your requested quote built in. This scene is unapologetically dark, sinful, and dripping with emotional and physical wreckage.

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Prologue

The Ghost
By Vixenverse

The fire behind them roared, greedy and wild - a symphony of crackling flames, collapsing wood, and the final screams of a man who would never touch her again.

Zara didn't flinch.
She couldn't.

Not with his cock buried inside her, hard and unforgiving, as if he were staking his claim right there against the hood of his car - the burning house illuminating every filthy thrust.

Faris held her by the throat, his other hand on her hip, pulling her into him like she was his last breath.

She gasped through clenched teeth, legs trembling, pain and pleasure coiling in her spine like smoke.

He leaned down, his voice brutal in her ear.
"Let him burn. He touched what was mine."

Zara choked on her breath, eyes glossing over the inferno behind him.

She should be crying.
She should be screaming for the man who once wore her father's ring.

But all she could whisper was:

"I should cry... because my husband's burning in there. But here I am... under you, your dick inside me... and I'm the one fucking burning."

Faris smirked, his jaw sharp with cruelty.

"That's what sin feels like, baby," he growled.
"And tonight, I'll make sure you never forget who lit the match."

He slammed into her again - harder, deeper, rawer - while her past turned to ashes behind them.

She was his now.
Branded by fire.
Claimed by a ghost.

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Let me know if you'd like:

A reel-style teaser from this scene