Page 74 of The Phantom's Vice

“I need you, too,” I whisper, trailing my hand down his abdomen and stopping at his waistband, slipping the tips of my finger just below the fabric. He shudders, throwing his head back as a strangled noise escapes his throat.

“You’re killing me. Slowly, every damn day—and I’ve never been fucking happier.” He laughs, laying me down gently on the bed. “But now I’m going to give you some of the torture you’ve dealt me. I know this is your first time—” He holds his hand up when my mouth pops, about to disagree on impulse. “Your first time with arealcock,” he adds.

I wriggle my thighs together, lowering my eyes until Ghost’s hand cups it, forcing my gaze back up to him. “I need you to tell me this is what you want. When I take you, I won’t be able to hold back. I’m not going to be gentle—your pain makes me fucking hard. I’m not going to be sweet, and I’m not going to stop until you’re so full of me, you’ll be throwing up my fucking seed.” He crouches over me, his minty breath warm against my ear. “So you tell me, darling. How fucked up are you willing to go?”

My throat is sandpaper as I swallow, unable to look away from the maniac glint in the pale, cruel eyes. Eyes only I get to see—eyes looking like they want nothing more than to stare at my naked body all day long.

“All the way,” I whisper, twisting my fingers in his hair and pulling him down to me. He doesn’t fight it, taking the kiss deeper till I’m gasping for air I don’t want. When he pulls back, my lips areswollen and bruised but aching for more. When I try to pull him back down, he shakes his head, sitting back and working the buttons on his shirt.

He never takes his eyes off me, those pale orbs glinting in the golden glow of the setting sun through the window. “I can’t wait to break you, darling.”

I whimper, unable to move under the weight of his hungry stare. When he gets to the last button, he rips his arms from the sleeves, tossing the shirt off to the side while I admire him. Dark black designs cover every inch of his torso, winding all the way up his neck, stopping just below the line of where his collar would rest. Truly, the only thing uncovered is his face and hands, the skin on the latter most likely far too thin to handle a needle and ink. Five small white half-moon scars are around the inside of his left pectoral—brand marks. I think about asking him what they’re from, but a line of script just above his heart catches my attention.

It’s backward and in Latin, but I still vaguely recognize the quote from a medieval literature class I took in college, where we had to read passages fromDante’s Divine Comedy.Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate.Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

His eyes rake over my body with a hunger I’ve never known to exist, his tongue darting out briefly as he notices me admiring his swirls of ink. “Soon, I’ll put one on you, darling.”

I jerk back, my eyes wide as he gazes down with that hungry smile. “Wh-what?”

“My mark,” he murmurs, tracing a small circle between my breasts. “Right here.”

I swallow, my word dying in my throat at the expression on his face. “I love that look. So fucking cute and terrified. It gets me so hard.” As if to demonstrate this, Ghost unzips his pants, letting his cock fall free. My eyes widen as I take him in for the second time today, still wondering how I was able to fit him in my throat.

“Are you ready, darling?” he coos, fisting his cock and rubbing it up and down my slit. My chest heaves as waves of electricity shoot from my core, drowning all rational thought.

“Yes,” I whimper, shifting my hips down to try to get him inside me faster. He was right—I’ve never had a “real” cock, but if I can take my big purple rabbit with no problem, I’m sure I can handle him.

My eyes widen as he thrusts inside me, and a strangled cry gets lodged in my windpipe. Tearsspring to my eyes as Ghost moves in me, his long, torturous strokes pulling several more strangled whimpers from me. I pull my head up so I can look down at him fucking me and instantly regret it.He’s not even all the way in.

I rest my head back with a scream, my fingernails digging into my palms as I try desperately to adjust to his size.

“Shh. Take all this fucking cock. Breathe through the pain… That’s it. What a good. Fucking. Girl.” I scream as he punctuates each word with a thrust, and my eyes roll to the back of my head as black spots swarm in my vision.

Just when I think I’m a goner, a gentle thrumming spreads from my core, warming my skin. I’m suddenly hot—too hot—and it feels like the room is spinning. My mind is fuzzy and clear and swirling all at the same time, and when I open my eyes, bright white stars spark in front of my eyes. Lightning strikes, and my head falls back with a cry that shakes the walls as my body convulses around Ghost's cock.

“Fuck, yes. Come on my cock, Brett. Soak me, fucking drown me,” Ghost rasps, thrusting viciously as my orgasm wracks through me. My ears are ringing as I come to. The only sensation I’m awareof is the wave of pleasure building in my core already.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper, closing my eyes tight as my walls clench him.

“Fuck no. Eyes open and on me, darling,” Ghost orders, lifting my eyelid with his thumb and keeping it up. “You keep looking at me as you come. I want to see that pretty little light die as you become a mindless wet hole for me.”

Despite the spark of anger his words bring, I follow his command. He reaches down between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit and playing me like he learned all those nights ago. He pinches the sensitive nub between his fingers and the painful shock has me coming undone. Another scream pours from my mouth as I come around him, those stars turning to a kaleidoscope of pleasure as he works my clit gently through my orgasm.

“Fuck. You soaked me, darling.” I lift my head weakly at the raptured tone in my voice, finding Ghost's eyes resting squarely on my pussy—or the puddle I made on the mattress.

A wave of shame pours over me, and I try to wriggle away. Ghost growls low in his throat, prying my thighs open and diving down to my core. I whimper as he cleans me thoroughly, teasing thatsoft tongue through my folds until I’m quivering for him again. When he raises his head, his mouth shines with my cum, and a wave of heat pulses from my core.

“I’ll never get over the way you taste,” he groans, rolling his tongue around in his mouth as his eyes roll back. “I can’t wait to taste you when my cum is mixed with yours.”

His words shock my one working brain cell back into reality. “Ghost. I—no. You can’t?—”

But he’s already lining up at my core and thrusting back in, and my words get lost as his cock fills me past the point of comfort. A few more strokes, and I relax into him, some nagging voice in the back of my mind reminding me I forgot something important.

“I’m going to fill you so deep, your pretty pink cunt will be weeping with me for days,” he growls, his thrusts coming faster and more erratic.

I rake my nails down his chest as another wave of pleasure flows through me, shaking my head at his words for some unknown reason. “Wait, Ghost?—”

His hips slam against mine, and my eyes go wide as his cock throbs deep inside me. A groan pours from his mouth as he empties his seed into me, and Itry to shuffle back unsuccessfully. Ghost grips my hips, seemingly wanting to get every last drop in. Even when his cock begins to soften, he keeps it inside to stop it from dripping out, despite my best efforts to run off to the bathroom.

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