Page 13 of Princes of Carnage

Suddenly, he pulls back, letting my lower half fall back down to the floor. He doesn’t move, staying between my spread legs as I fight to catch my breath.

When I don’t answer immediately, he growls and reaches out, slapping his open hand against my bare pussy.

It stings, the sound echoing in the room from the force of it, and I arch up as I scream, heat and pleasure jolting through me.

“Does he?” Phantom barks, slapping me again.

“No!” I cry out, shaking my head desperately. When his hand comes down a third time, I press my hips up to meet it. Even with the pain, it feels so fucking good. His words, his harsh actions… all of it has me so close, close enough that I can feel my body trying to reach that peak.

But Phantom doesn’t push me over the edge just yet.

“That’s what I thought,” he growls. “That’s why you come here, isn’t it? Because no one can make you feel like this. No one can pin you down and force you to feel like I do. Isn’t that right? Isn’t that what you need?”

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes. Please! I’m so close, please!”

He shakes his head and slaps my pussy again. This time when he draws his hand back, I can see the evidence of my arousal on it, smeared and wet over his fingers, glistening in the light.

“Did he slap your pussy and make you admit how desperate you are? How greedy?” he asks. “Did he make you beg to get off for him?”

No, of course he didn’t. Emmett would never. He’d probably be horrified if he could see this, and even more so if he knew how fucking hot it gets me.

As if he senses the direction of my thoughts, Phantom leans in. His features are obscured by the mask, but I could swear he’s smirking behind that dark facade.

“And what would he think if he could see you like this? If he could see how fucking wet you are from being hunted and chased? If he knew you like to be fucked like a dirty little slut? Would he still want to eat your pretty pussy out then?”

He wipes his wet hand on my thigh and then slaps the flesh there for good measure.

A moan tears its way out of me, and my hands scrabble uselessly on the floor, trying to find something to hold on to, something to anchor me.

“No,” I manage to choke out.

“Good,” Phantom says. “Because this is mine.”

He shoves two fingers deep into my pussy, forceful and merciless. But despite the roughness of the intrusion, he doesn’t meet any resistance at all. I’m so wet by now, my body open and needy for him, and the sound of it is loud as he fucks me with his fingers hard and fast.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh fuck.”

The words are like a chant pouring out of me, building with the heat and desperation in my body. I can feel my orgasm looming, trying to crest and spill over—but before I can get any closer to it, Phantom drags his fingers away.

I sob out a moan of frustration, writhing on the cool floor as a sheen of sweat covers my body.

Judging from the way his cock is tenting the front of his pants, I can tell that Phantom is hard as hell from this. He’s getting off on torturing me by keeping me on the edge. Something about it feeds the sadistic need in him, while it leaves me breathless with want and desperation.

“Please, please, please,” I beg.

He snorts under his breath, tilting his head to one side. “Oh now it’s ‘please.’ You were running from me not long ago. What happened to that, little siren? You don’t want to run anymore?”

I open my mouth, but my mind is too hazy and muddled by the need to get off to form a coherent response.

“No,” he bites out, answering his own question. Even though his tone is harsh, there’s something seductive about it. A sensuality that wraps around me as he speaks. “You don’t want to run. You want me to fill you up with my cock until you can’t think of anything else, don’t you? You want me to fuck you into the floor like the animals we both are. Say it.”

“I—”

Phantom slaps my pussy again, hard enough that I scream. “Say it,” he demands.

“I want you to fuck me!” I cry out. “I want you to fill me up with your cock. I need it. Please, there’s nothing else that—please!”

His fingertips rub my swollen flesh, surprisingly gentle for a moment as he murmurs, “I know. I’ve got you, siren.”

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