Page 79 of The Phantom's Vice

“Fuck!” I cry, arching my head back toward the ceiling as the pleasure crests, sending tendrils of electricity through my veins, licking every muscle and pleasure point in my body.

“That’s it, darling. Fucking come for me. Show me what a desperate little slut you are for pain.” Ghost moves the wand up, pressing it against my asshole, and I come undone. My legs give out from under me as the most intense orgasm of my life courses through me. Stars spark behind my eyes asthat prickling, buzzing sensation spreads to my fingertips, heating my skin everywhere that electric fire touches.

“Fuck. Me.” I lie sprawled on the mattress, quivering slightly as the aftermath courses through me.

“Gladly,” Ghost murmurs, crouching behind me and pressing against my ass. A zipper undoing fills the room, and a moment later, the head of Ghost’s cock pushes against my entrance. I try to shift back, but Ghost puts a hand on my back, holding me down to the mattress. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.”

A whimper tumbles from my lips as he works his head between my folds, using his hand to coat the rest of his length in my arousal. I gasp as he pushes inside me, filling me so completely that my eyes water.

I cry out as he moves in me, rubbing against my walls in all the right ways. He lets out a choking noise, his body quivering from the effort to go slow. I’m about to tell him it’s okay when that same buzzing from earlier fills the room, and like Pavlov’s dog, my pussy drips at the sound.

“I think I found someone’s favorite new toy,” Ghost murmurs, running the wand in a delicate circle eight around my ass. My muscles quiver from the sensation, and paired with Ghost’s cock in mypussy, it’s almost too much to bear. My eyes roll back as another orgasm builds, and I hold on desperately to the feeling, wishing I could live on the edge of this euphoria for the rest of my life.

Ghost presses the wand to my puckered asshole, and I cry out, my body trying and failing to clench against the intrusion. My muscles slacken, quivering around the gentle flow of electricity delivered to the area, and the bulbous tip slips inside me.

A deep, suckling sensation spreads deep inside me, licking each one of my nerve ends and sending my eyes to the back of my skull. It's a pleasure I’ve never known, a high that could never be replicated. At least, I think that until Ghost slips his arm under my stomach and places a thinner-tipped wand against my clit.

I’m not sure where it came from, but I’m not going to complain—not when the most earth-shattering euphoria is currently running through my veins. Ghost moves steadily in me, keeping his strokes long and agonizingly slow as the wands thrum in time, sending heavenly tingles down my spine.

“You take my cock so well, Brett.” Ghost leans down, nipping my shoulder. “You’re so beautiful like this. Drooling, mindless, begging for a taste of thepleasure only I can give you.” He angles his hips up, and when he thrusts into me the next time, the head of his cock presses in a spot that has my toes curling. He finds that spot again and again until I can’t remember my own name. All I am is a woman who wants to come on Ghost’s cock, and I can’t fucking stop.

“That’s a good girl. Fucking soak me, Brett,” Ghost whispers, his hips picking up pace as my walls collapse around him. A scream pours from my lips as my body convulses, every thought, feeling, and desire lost to the pleasure cresting in my veins.

“Fuck, Brett. You’re going to make me come,” Ghost groans, pumping in and out of me erratically with his head thrown back. His abs strain, glistening sweat coating his skin and bringing out the deep divots of his muscles.

With one last thrust, his hips meet mine, and his cock throbs deep in me. “Oh fuck, Brett,” Ghost groans, staring me deep in the eyes as he empties every last drop in me. When we’ve both come down, he holds my face in his palms, pressing delicate kisses across my cheekbones as his cock softens inside me.

“You’re the best drug I ever had, Brett,” Ghostmurmurs, leaning down and nibbling my bottom lip. “I’m a junkie. I can’t live without you now.”

I laugh, slapping a hand weakly against his shoulder. He grabs my wrist, bringing the back of my hand to his lips and placing a kiss there. My eyelids lower as a lazy smile breaks across my face, and the responsive smirk on his squeezes my heart.

“You love kissing me.” It’s not a question, but Ghost nods gravely all the same.

“It is one of my favorite things.”

“Oneof.”

His eyes light with a devious glint. “I’m more than willing to go for a third round if you want me to remind you of the other.”

I giggle, swatting him again when he leans down and takes my earlobe between his teeth. Ghost lets out a growl, raking his teeth against my skin as he pulls away. “I literally don’t think I would survive another round tonight,” I say, looking down at his already hardening cock.Though it looks like that only applies to one of us.

“I can be patient,” Ghost says, though the pout on his face doesn’t seem like he’s too happy about it. I laugh, patting the mattress next to me and climbing into his lap when he takes a seat at the head of the bed. I close my eyes, satisfiedhums falling from my lips as Ghost runs his fingers through my hair, de-knotting and massaging my scalp.

“Rest, darling,” he murmurs, placing a kiss against my forehead. “I’ll keep you safe.”

I nod against him, sleep already curling its fingers into me. As I drift off, I swear Ghost says something else—something likeI always will.

But when I think back to it later, I’m sure it must have been a dream.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

GHOST

The Code: Rule #20

Love is a useless emotion. It must be carved out, or it will get you killed.

The next day,Brett, Orion, and I do our usual breakfast routine—although, this time, Orion and Brett insist on frozen egg and sausage breakfast sandwiches. When I tried to remind them I still hadn’t replaced the microwave, Orion got this shit-eating grin on his face and raced into the living room before returning with a brand-new one, still in the box.

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