Page 14 of Princes of Carnage

Before I can puzzle out quite what he means by that, his hands are on me, flipping me onto my hands and knees suddenly. I gasp at the speed of it, trying to catch my breath.

Behind me, I can hear the hiss of his belt sliding out of the loops of his pants, and my arms shake as my hair falls in a curtain around my face. Phantom gathers the locks with one hand, draping them all to one side.

Then the skin-warmed leather of his belt wraps around my throat.

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My pulse spikes, arousal flooding me like a wave of heat over my skin.

The belt isn’t tight enough to cut off my air yet, but I’m breathing hard all the same, as if I expect to lose that ability at any moment.

I have no idea why this gets me off more than simple, straightforward sex. An hour or two ago, I had a man on his knees who would’ve gladly worshipped my body if I’d let him, and I felt nothing.

But this? This has me buzzing. I haven’t even come yet, and it’s already more satisfying than anything I’ve felt in weeks. I didn’t even think I could get off at all until the first time Phantom threw me down on the bed here, shoved my face into the mattress, and fucked me from behind like he was trying to break me.

One of his big hands presses against the middle of my back, and he pushes me down so that my arms bend and my face is pressed against the smooth floor. I go willingly, the fight drained out of me with the need to come.

Phantom grabs one of my wrists and then the other, gripping them in one hand and crossing them against the small of my back. Just like before, there’s no give to his hold, no chance I’m going to be able to go anywhere without a true fight.

“Are you thinking about him?” he growls, possessive anger in his tone.

I shake my head quickly, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. “No,” I gasp. “No, I—”

“Then fucking focus on me,” he demands. “I don’t want you thinking about anyone or anything else right now. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand, I—”

I swallow hard, cutting myself off before I start babbling with need.

Of course, Phantom has no way of knowing that even though my thoughts were wandering, they were on him. He’s all I can think about in this moment. It’s as if nothing else exists beyond the four walls of his room. Nothing beyond him and me, stripped down to our most basic, animalistic desires.

“Good.” He pins my hands behind my back and presses forward, grinding against me through the fabric of his pants. I can feel how hard he is, the hot bulge of his cock, and it makes my body throb with need.

All I want is to feel him inside me. All I want is for him to fuck me so hard that I can’t think about anything else. I want my brain to shut off and my body to be completely overwhelmed by the pleasure I know he can give me.

“You know the safe word,” Phantom grunts, his hips grinding harder against me. I can hear that he’s affected by this too, by the way his tone shifts and his voice goes darker. “If you can’t speak, tap my hand three times. Show me.”

I get my thoughts together enough to demonstrate, managing to tap his hand three times, even with the grip he has on my wrists.

“Good,” he says.

He keeps that hold on me with one hand, and with the other, he shoves his pants down. I can feel the movement of it, and my mouth waters, even though I can’t see his cock with my face pressed down the way it is. But I don’t need to see it to know it’s fucking huge. It’s big enough that I almost thought he would break me the first time he fucked me, and that’s just what I need right now.

The musky smell of arousal is thick in the air, and I lick my lips again. I’m messy and sweaty, my dress still bunched up around my waist and my skin covered in bite marks and the imprints of Phantom’s fingers—but I don’t care about any of that.

Right now, I’m just what Phantom called me earlier. A greedy little whore, desperate to be fucked by him.

I half expect him to keep teasing me, to make me beg and drive me out of my mind with the frantic desire for more. It wouldn’t take much at this point to have me sobbing and whimpering for him, not when I’m already so keyed up and on the edge.

I hear him rolling on a condom, and when the blunt head of his cock finds my entrance, I nearly keen at the way it feels. After torturing me for so long, Phantom doesn’t draw this part out. He doesn’t make me wait. Instead, he drives right into me, ramming his cock home inside my pussy.

I do cry out then, as my body struggles to adjust to his size. He’s so big, and even though I’m soaking wet right now, it’s still a tight fit.

But my body gets with the program quickly, the need for this overriding everything else. It gets easier for him to slide in and out of me, and he takes advantage of that, fucking me hard and fast.

“You love this,” he grunts, already sounding breathless. “Your pussy is like a damn vise around me, already trying to milk me dry. Fuck. Fuck.”

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