Page 114 of The Phantom's Vice

Brett gasps for air, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her pleasure crests. Just before she comes undone, I wrap my palm around her throat, cutting off the blood flow to her brain. She writhes beneath me, her lids growing heavy as she slips into darkness.

I keep fucking her as her body goes limp beneath me. Her body still reacts, still grips me and shudders as she nears her release. The sight is so fucking hot,so indescribably, that when her walls clench in release, I follow.

“Fuck!” I groan, shoving my hips flush against hers as my cock throbs, filling her in the deepest spot. Brett mumbles unintelligibly as she comes back, her gaze foggy and a little smile playing at her lips.

“That was new…”

“You come so much harder like that,” I murmur, leaning down and pressing a lingering kiss on her swollen lips. “So much more uninhibited.”

She giggles tiredly as I pepper sweet kisses across her nose and lids, only for her to return the gesture by fluttering her lashes gently against my cheek. I jerk back from the strange flutter of electricity, gazing down at the beautiful creature in shock.

“What… why did you do that?”

“It’s a butterfly kiss,” she murmurs, her cheeks heating as she gives me a sleepy smile. “You never had one?”

“Never. I… enjoyed it.”

She laughs again, the sound full of life and mirth. “Come here, then.”

She repeats the process to the other side, only this time, the fluttering is in my chest, right wheremy heart is.

“Brett?”

“Yes, Ghost?” she whispers, her voice laden with sleep. I know in a few moments, she’ll be asleep, but I need her attention for one last thing.

“I love you,” I whisper, placing a kiss square in the middle of her brow. “Endlessly. Unequivocally. You are so much more than mine, darling. You’re myeverything.And I’ll spend the rest of my days haunting you, if you’ll let me.”

Brett reaches up, fluttering her lashes against my cheek in that small, intoxicating way. “Deal. Oh, and Ghost?”

“Yes, darling?”

“I fucking love you too.”

I grin, pulling her impossibly tighter against me, needing every part of her skin against mine. “I know, darling,” I whisper, placing a delicate kiss on her brow. “I know.”

CHAPTER FORTY-NINE

GHOST

The morning sunstreams through the windows, and I listen to the waves lap against the cliffs as I trail my fingers through Brett’s delicate hair, counting the seconds between her breaths until she wakes. It’s been a week since I’ve been discharged from the hospital, yet it feels like it’s only been an hour. The time with Brett passes faster than should be possible, and with every blink, I swear another day has slipped me by. We spend most of our days in my lair by the sea. Happy, full of laughter, and—to my horror—boxes and boxes of microwave dinners and Chinese take-out.

Brett has made it abundantly clear she has no plans to go back to work for the FBI. After what she learned about their corruption, I can’t blame her.And it’s not as if I’m disappointed—not when she’s been so useful in helping me track down the remaining members of the Sanctum.

The organization remains fractured to this day, and I hope it stays that way for a while. There are a few groups of masks operating in the city, holding on to the hope that their lost Madam will return and restore the Sanctum to its former glory. However, these groups are small and unorganized. Like the motorcycle clubs, they mostly operate in drug trafficking, and hold none of the political sway they once did. As long as they remain without a queen, they will never hold the power over this city they once did.

Which is why the thought of the girl Brett saw troubles me. I’m positive she was supposed to be the next Madam. Trained from infancy to be the great leader they need. Irreplaceable, unless they want to wait eighteen years for a new girl to be ready. If the remaining members of the Sanctum are able to acquire her, they could rebuild instantly.

I’ve sent Orion out several times to try to find her—-which you think would be easy, considering she’s traveling with two snowy tiger cubs—but he’s never come back with any useful information to her whereabouts. It’s almost as if she’s a shadow, awhisper on the wind. No one knows exactly who she is, where she came from, or where she’s gone. But I do know that if the Sanctum gets to her before any of us, we’ll be doomed. She’ll be doomed.

Brett mumbles something unintelligible in her sleep, breaking me from my line of thought. She throws her arm over my chest and buries her face deep into my side as I slide my hand over her naked body, marveling at the delicious way her waist flows effortlessly into the perky curve of her ass.

All my earlier worries are forgotten at the sight of her bared for me. My fingertips trail over her core, slick and ready even in her sleep. I dip my index finger inside her, groaning at the way her pussy grips me, pulls at me.

My cock throbs at the challenge, and I roll on top of her, slowly thrusting my cock inside her with the movement. Her mouth pops open with a gasp as I fill her, her already sleepy eyes rolling to the back of her head as her pussy clenches, soaking me with her arousal.

“Good morning, darling,” I growl, my pupils blowing as her pussy grips me. “Fuck.” I groan, slamming my hips flush with hers as her legs hook around my waist, trying to pull me deeper. “Your body is always so ready for me, pretty darling. So.Fucking. Needy,” I growl, punctuating each word with a thrust. Brett tips her head back, her lips slightly parted as moans pour from her chest, growing louder as I slam the head of my cock again and again on that favorite spot of hers.

Her walls collapse around me as she comes, her cries filling the room, reverberating off the glass windows and shaking me down to my core. A few pumps later, I join her, black spots lining my vision as I release my seed deep inside her.

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