Page 12 of Princes of Carnage

With that one arm, he lifts me up and off my feet, and I barely have time to orient myself before I feel the coolness of the floor against my back. He goes down with me, looming over me just like he did when he had me pressed against the wall.

“This is where you belong,” he says, sounding satisfied. “On your back for me, hair spread out, cheeks flushed. A perfect little slut who wants to get fucked so badly. You can run from me all you want, siren, but your body doesn’t lie. I know you’re desperate for this.”

My arousal is a haze in my mind now, taking over everything else. I can’t deny anything he’s saying, and when I try to scramble back away from him, he pounces on me, pinning me down again.

One of his hands grabs both of my wrists, and he pins them over my head easily. I feel almost delicate being restrained like that, not being able to get away. His fingers might as well be iron bands for how much I can move them, and when he shoves my legs apart, I whimper for him.

“Such a good little whore,” he groans, his voice dropping even lower.

He uses his free hand to grab my panties, ripping them off me with ease. My dress is short enough that without my panties, my lower half is practically bare, but Phantom isn’t satisfied with that.

He hikes my dress up, dragging it up beneath my ass and over my hips, exposing my entire lower body to him. Then he does the same thing with the top, pulling it down under my tits, leaving the skimpy material in a band around my waist.

I’m as good as naked, and his gaze burns as he looks me over. The mask he has on hides his face completely, but I can see his eyes glittering in the darkness as he stares down at me like I’m something he wants to devour.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, almost like he’s talking to himself. “Just like that. Fucking perfect.”

I yelp as he moves again suddenly, looping his arms under my hips and ass to drag me even closer to him. My lower half is raised up off the floor, and my legs go over his shoulders, leaving me bent at the waist a bit as he puts his face right between my legs.

That hungry look in his eyes grows darker and more intense, and without warning, he lunges in, biting down hard on my inner thigh. I cry out, writhing in his hold, and his hands tighten around my body.

“Be still,” he growls. “Or I’ll bite harder.”

I squirm, just to test the limits of that command, and he’s as good as his word. His teeth dig into the flesh of my upper thigh, and for a second, I’m positive he’s going to break the skin and draw blood. But he doesn’t, biting just shy of that, leaving what’s probably a perfect indent of his teeth in my skin.

All I can do is whine in pleasure and pain as heat sparks along my skin. The bites throb in time with my arousal and the thundering beat of my heart, and when Phantom finally lowers his head and licks at my pussy, I feel like I might burst.

There’s nothing gentle about it, no soft laps of that tongue. Instead, he goes down on me hard and fast, like he’s laying a claim. His tongue presses forcefully against my clit, and I arch up even more, a broken moan spilling from my lips.

And then, all at once… everything stops.

Phantom freezes, then jerks his head back sharply. When he looks at me again, his eyes radiate anger, and I can hear it in his voice when he speaks.

“Who the fuck touched you?” he demands.

“What?” I gasp out.

“Who. The fuck. Touched you?” Each word is enunciated and heavy, falling like a weight in the silent room. “I can taste him on you. I can smell him.”

I swallow hard, shaking my head, and his fingers tighten almost to the point of pain. “Don’t fucking lie to me, siren. Did you let someone else eat you out tonight? Was there another man’s mouth on your pussy?”

My breathing is harsh and scattered now, and I lick my lips before responding. “I—don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The fuck you don’t,” he breathes, leaning over me. He hasn’t raised his voice, but somehow the intensity of it burns even hotter in this low tone. “Tell me.”

I shake my head again, even though I know I’m testing the limits of his patience.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

There’s an air of finality and a hint of a warning in his words, and I have no idea what he’ll do if I push it. Get up and walk out? Refuse to let me come for the rest of the night? Either of those options would result in me going home unsatisfied, just as keyed up and stressed out as I was when I showed up here.

I could use my safe word and end this whole thing, but that would have the same effect.

So I take a breath and then nod. “Yes. There was someone else.”

Phantom narrows his eyes behind the mask, and I can almost taste his displeasure in the air. Something possessive passes through his gaze, and he leans in even more, pressing my legs up to my chest and forcing my body to fold nearly in half.

“Was it good?” he demands. “Did he make you feel like I make you feel? Did he make you come like I do? Until you’re a shaking mess on the floor?”

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