Page 62 of Guarded By the Phantom

“Filthy harlot,” I gritted out, sliding down the tree. “Sexy little viper. You wanna play games? Fine.”

The back door of the house banged against the wall as I went in, armor already falling away to free my aching dick. When I tore into the ballet studio, she didn’t stop dancing but gave me a long look over her shoulder before she swayed her hips. Now that I was here, smelling her, seeing her up close, some of my urgency settled. I stalked closer, my every step thudding against the wooden floor.

She turned, putting the chair between us, and then put her back against it, sliding lower. I couldn’t look away.

When she rolled on the floor, finally stopping on her side, and raised her straight leg high, toes pointed, I growled at her audacity. That tiny slip of fabric between her legs taunted me. It was so flimsy. So inadequate a barrier.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” I said hoarsely, stepping closer.

“I know exactly what I’m doing,” she said with an infuriating smirk. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

I was on her within seconds. Her eyes barely widened when I had her in my grip, pulling her to her feet. I stood close behind her as both of us faced the mirror. She didn’t struggle but breathed fast, her chest heaving. She didn’t wear a bra, and the small curves of her breasts were perfectly visible, nipples hardening in a rush.

When she tried to raise her hand to my face, I gripped her wrist with a grunt.

“No. You wanted to play adult games, didn’t you? Let’s play,” I bit out, nuzzling the shell of her ear while she inhaled shakily.

I grabbed her other hand and yanked them both back, securing them with a cable tie from my belt. The restraint wasn’t tight enough to hurt, but she wouldn’t get out of it on her own.

When I pressed closer, rolling my hips so she’d feel the bulk of my cock, she gasped like she was afraid. Her eyes were wild and dark in the mirror, her nostrils flaring with every frantic breath. I grinned, relishing the sight of us. She was pink and slender, half-naked and restrained. Behind her, I was fully clothed all in black, down to my weapon-heavy belt and my boots. There was something so appealing about the sight. Everything clashed and contrasted, and somehow, it allfit.

“Phantom, please,” she whispered. “I want you.”

That just made me even more furious, even hornier. Everything was pink and red, and I didn’t know where my adoration ended and my wrath began.

“I tried to be honorable,” I hissed out, gripping her breast in my bare palm. “I tried to do good by you, to give you what you deserve. But you didn’t let me, you brat.”

I pinched her nipple, making her shudder with a raw cry. With my free hand, I unzipped myself and freed my cock, pressing the hot length to the back of her hip. She nodded desperately, and I shook my head.

“You want it? You’ll have to beg for it, kitten. You played your game. This one is mine.”

I pressed my face to her neck, which she bared for me eagerly, and let my tongue out. It was long and hot, and I was desperate to thrust it between her legs and taste her from the inside, but it would have to wait.

The little brat needed to be taught a lesson.

I licked her skin, marking her pulse points with my saliva. It barely satisfied the possessive urge in my blood, but fuck, I could be patient.

I was also pathetic. Even now, when she offered herself to me with naïve eagerness, I still wouldn’t take what was given. I cared about her more than about my own satisfaction, and I was determined not to hurt her.

But there were plenty other ways to make her suffer.

Slowly humping her backside, I teased both her nipples mercilessly while my tongue dipped lower, marking the top of her breast. She squirmed, whimpering, and I pinched harder before returning to an easy, teasing rhythm. She jolted and tried to push away, her hips working in a fruitless search for friction.

“We’ve only just started and my poor girl already can’t handle it, hm?” I murmured, nuzzling my face down her cheek. “You want out, doll? I’ll let you go if you ask nicely.”

She shook her head, and I pinched her nipples again. She cried out and pressed her ass into me, writhing as I tormented her sensitive flesh. My cock was so hard, my vision grew black at the edges. My face was numb, and I couldn’t feel my feet. It was like my body was bloodless, all of my life force flowing south.

“Still like this game, little tease?” I growled, licking her throat again. “Poor baby. Look how you’re shaking.”

I took her chin between two fingers and made her look at us in the mirror. She gasped, seeing herself. Her face and throat were flushed, nipples hard, and her body writhed of its own accord, trying to get away from my overstimulating touch yet pressing closer at the same time, like a cat begging to be stroked.

“See this? You’re such a mess, and I barely touched you. You can’t handle me, baby.”

She shook her head and took a frenzied breath. Her jaw jutted rebelliously when she caught my eye in the mirror.

“I want you,” she said again, her voice breaking when I tugged on her nipple hard.

“No, you don’t,” I bit out, anger buzzing at the base of my spine. “You want to fuck me because it will cause a scandal. You want to show them all. And I get it, but I won’t be your toy.”

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