Page 15 of The Phantom's Vice

Grinning, I snap the book closed and pull out my phone, tapping into Brett’s feed. I watch the book in her palms, gauging which chapter she’s on before flipping through my own copy to the same one. My eyes take in the passage greedily, my smile growing.Brett, darling… you’re a freak, aren't you?

Suddenly, she places the book down beside her and reaches into her bedside drawer, pulling out the thick pink vibrator. My heart leaps at the sight of my release caked to the walls, knowing exactly where it’s about to end up.

With one hand, she brings the vibrator below the covers, and I hiss under my breath, my grip tightening around the device as her eyes roll back.If there was ever a time for X-ray vision…

I’m frozen as I watch Brett pleasure herself, memorizing every gentle twitch of her mouth as shebrings herself closer to release. Her body wiggles beneath the covers, and adrenaline rushes through my veins as I picture my bare hands on her skin.

I bet she feels sublime. Only the best-sounding sensations—silky and soft all at once.

My free hand twitches, and I bring it down to adjust my growing cock. From experience, I know if I leave it like it is, I might damage it against the zipper of my jeans.

I continue watching Brett, wishing I could experience her. Wishing I could shove my cock deep inside her and bring out those expressions myself.

Suddenly, Brett arches back into the mattress, her mouth open wide in a silent scream as her entire body quakes. I hiss, releasing the button and zipper on my jeans as the thrumming in my veins becomes too much. I palm my cock, running my hand across the length as Brett’s orgasm peaks. Though I can’t feel my hand stroking, a phantom pressure builds in my lower half, and with a few more passes, I explode all over the screen.

“Fuck,” I curse, dropping the softening organ and zipping it back into my pants. Now that the fog is clearing, I focus back on Brett, who’s lying spent staring at the ceiling, a euphoric little smile tipping the corner of her mouth. “So beautiful,” I murmur,running my thumb lovingly over the cum-smeared screen. “Such a beautiful, ferocious little thing.”

Brett swings her arm over lazily, throwing the vibrator back into its drawer before snapping the light off. The night vision switches on, and I watch the green-tinted screen with greedy eyes. Brett rolls back and forth frustratedly for half an hour before switching the light back on and reaching back into her bedside drawer. My heart jumps with anticipation, then quickly falls as she draws out a small white pill bottle. Ripping the cap off, Brett pops one in her mouth before flicking the light off, flopping back against her pillow with what looks to be a huff.

I cock my head, wondering how I missed the bottle when I was in her apartment earlier.Just the lingering scent of her in her apartment was enough to throw me off my game. Not good. Very not good.

I continue watching her like the demented fucker I am, that tightening sensation growing in my lower abdomen. She tosses for a good half hour before finally going still—so still. The kind of stillness only achieved from a powerful sedative.

Darling Brett takes sleeping pills. How convenient.

I stalk into my bedroom with a smile growing on my face, the romance book gripped tightly at myside. Flopping onto the bed, I place my phone gently onto the pillow to my right.

It’s almost like… like she’s sleeping next to me now.

I’m not sure whether that thought is depressing as fuck or just plain fucked, but I’m not spending any more time thinking about it. Keeping the phone where it is, I pry open the cover of the novel. My brows come together as I’m greeted with a list of words—words likesomnophilia, bondage,andbreath play.

I slam the book closed, staring hard at its innocent floral cover.Well, that’s a case for false advertisement.

Curiosity getting the better of me, I flip to a third of the way through, letting my eyes pore over the passage of dirty words and fucked-up scenarios that have me wishing I had a string of pearls to clutch.

Good God. This is fucking porn. Thisisporn, right?

I flip a few more pages and find myself deep in the woes of a couple on the cusp of a devastating breakup.Whoa—where the fuck did the horses come from? And now there’s a crew ofbanditskidnapping her?

I flip some more, finding my smile growing the more insight I’m getting into Brett.

Darling Brett has a thing for the villain, I see…

I promptly flip back to the first page, pressing a button on the side of my mask that will make it easier to read in the dusk. The clock on my phone tells me it’s two in the morning, which isjustenough time to finish this dense thing before Brett wakes to get ready for work.

And I certainly don’t want to miss shower time.

With a contented sigh, I remove my gloves, pressing one bare fingertip to the part of the screen where Brett lies. For the rest of the night, we stay like that.

Just two fucked-up peas in a pod. Reading the same fucked-up romance book.

That’s got to count for something, right?

CHAPTER EIGHT

BRETT

Jane Evangeline: Entry #4

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