Page 11 of Princes of Carnage

And there’s no fucking way I’m using it tonight.

I manage to twist out of Phantom’s grasp, using my speed and smaller frame to my advantage. My nipples are hard, rubbing against my dress as I move, making it harder to think. The throbbing between my legs definitely doesn’t help either, and I have to fight not to moan as I put distance between me and Phantom.

He’s not fazed by me breaking away from him. This is part of the chase, and he knows he’s got me trapped. He stalks toward me, trying to back me into a corner.

“Where are you going, little siren?” he demands in that deep, intoxicating voice. “You can’t hide from me.”

His words send goosebumps scattering across my skin. I’m so wet by now that I can feel it soaking through my panties, but I just shake my head, breathing hard.

As he nears me, trying to pin me down in the corner I’ve ended up in, I dart sideways to slip past him—but I’m not fast enough. He catches me by the arm and uses that grip to reel me in, hauling me back toward him.

My body collides with his muscular frame, and then he spins me to face the wall and shoves me against it, making me gasp in shock and slight pain as he looms over me from behind.

He’s so fucking big, taking up so much space, physically boxing me in with his massive body. I struggle against his hold on me, trying to throw him off balance so I can slip away. But there’s no give. His grip is like iron.

Phantom laughs, but there’s no humor in it. It’s a cold sound, but one that still sends a shiver of heat down my spine.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks again. “You’re mine.”

Oh fuck.

My breathing picks up as I claw at his arm, struggling against him, trying to get away. But it’s no good.

His free hand drags its way down my body, and he palms me roughly between my legs, stoking that fire inside me even higher.

“Fuck.” I whimper the word out loud this time, my muscles going lax for a moment as pleasure shoots through my limbs.

He chuckles roughly. “Where’d that fire go? I thought you wanted to get away. But instead you’re here, moaning like a whore, soaking wet from being held down. Is this what you want? You want me to force you to take it? To make you come right here?”

His words are as harsh as the way he grinds his hand against me. He doesn’t let up, pressing his palm against my pussy, grinding his fingers against my aching clit.

The arousal in me climbs higher and higher, until I’m panting for breath, little moans spilling from my lips.

“Fuck,” I say again. “Oh fuck. I—”

I could come like this, with him rubbing me through my clothes, turning me on and giving me no room to deny how fucking good it feels. I’m already so close, the heat and sensations trying to crest and drag me under.

It’s such a far cry from having Emmett going down on me. With just this little bit from Phantom, I’m already so much closer to falling apart than I’ve been with any other man.

“Do you want to come?” Phantom asks. No, not asks. Demands. “Then beg me.”

“Fuck you,” I pant, thrusting back against his hand all the same, seeking out more friction.

His breath warms my ear, his voice like crushed velvet. “I know you do. I can feel how fucking wet you are. How you’re throbbing with need for me. I could push two fingers into your soaking pussy and you’d gush all over my hand, wouldn’t you?”

I don’t have the words to respond, but everything he says is true, and he knows it. I’m rolling my hips against him, squirming between him and the wall as I try to get even more pressure somehow.

“Too bad,” he tells me, dark amusement in his tone. “I’m not done with you yet.”

I groan in frustration, unable to help myself, and a moment later he takes his hand away, leaving me gasping at the sudden absence.

When his weight disappears from my back, letting me move away from the wall, another surge of adrenaline shoots through me. I shove against the wall and move to run again, but I don’t get more than a few steps before Phantom wraps an arm around my waist and drags me back in.

He’s toying with me.

Playing with his food before he eats it.

“I don’t think so,” he growls lowly. “I already said I’m not done with you yet.”

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