Page 78 of The Phantom's Vice

“Sweet, darling Brett. The sun is barely up.” He presses his lips to my forehead, a deep groan falling from his lips as he breathes me in.

I smack his chest again, shooting a glare up at him. “I’m not sweet.”

Ghost answers with a chuckle, his abdomentightening against me. “Maybe not by societal standards, but I find you sweet.”

“I think your perspective is a little fucked.”

Another laugh.God, he sounds so sexy like that. And holy shit—are those dimples? I’m only a woman. I can only be so strong for so long.

Ghost nuzzles the top of my head with his chin, shaking lightly with the aftermath of his laughter. “Perhaps. But you like that about me,sweetBrett.”

I roll my eyes, earning me a hand slap on my ass. “The only time I’ll be okay with you calling me sweet is if you’re on your deathbed or something. And even then, would you really lie to me like that?”

Ghost shakes with a laugh he holds inside, his pale eyes bright as he gazes down at me. “You’re such a strange little thing, Brett Evangeline. I’m honored that the fates allowed me to come into your life.”

My chest squeezes with some all-consuming emotion, and I break our eye contact as the tingles in my fingertips turn to numbness. “So… about that whole dying thing. Thoughts?”

Ghost shakes his head, a strange little smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Persistent thing.” He grips me even harder, holding my head to him with his chin. “I think that when my timecomes, I will enter the nothingness happily, knowing I had this time here with you.”

Oh shit.

My face heats, and I’m grateful Ghost can’t see my face right now. If he could, he would see right through me, see the lies I’m hiding behind. As he’s gazing at me, another question enters my mind. Something I’ve often wondered but never felt brave enough until this moment to ask.

“Whatisit that you feel when I touch you?” I ask, running my fingertips lazily over each crest and dip of the scar tissue on his hand.

“I think it would be better if I showed you.”

He gets up reluctantly, frowning at the loss of touch. He stalks over to the golden dresser on the far wall, pressing his wrist to a small compartment in the very top drawer. When he turns back to me, he’s gripping a thick, elongated glass wand in his hand, paired with a devious smirk.

“Wh-what’s that?” I breathe, staring wide-eyed at the strange bulbous tip.

He presses a button on the side that has the device whirring to life, the purple neon glow casting dark shadows along Ghost’s face.

“It’s a violet wand,” he rasps, raking his eyes over my body as he stalks closer. “I’m going to giveyou a taste of the electricity I feel every time you touch me.”

He stops when his thighs hit the foot of the mattress, staring down with an electric sheen in his pale eyes. “Turn around. Face down. I want that pretty pink pussy spread for me.”

I swallow hard, turning my head sideways and pressing my cheek against the mattress as I shift my ass in the air. A wave of embarrassment flows through me as a cold gust brushes my bare pussy, but it’s quickly replaced by pleasure as Ghost presses his tongue to me. He laps me greedily as a moan pours from my mouth, urging him on further. Just as I’m getting there, he pulls away, and I can’t help the whine that fills the room.

“Shh,” he murmurs, placing soft kisses along my lower spine. “If you keep being a brat, I’ll shove the wand down your throat instead of your pussy. Understand?”

I nod, a squeak falling from my lips as he smacks his palm hard against my ass. “Good girl. Now, just relax.”

My legs quiver in anticipation as that buzzing sound grows louder. He brings the wand close enough to raise the hair on the back of my thigh but pulls away just before it makes contact with myskin. He repeats this process until I’m a dripping, desperate mess—the small dark puddle on the sheets below me serving as a testament.

“Just—just do it already,” I rasp, going so far as to push my ass back toward the wand, desperate to have a taste of the pain.

In answer, Ghost brings his palm down several more times on my ass, the tireless slaps mixing with my cries and drowning out the buzzing of the wand. I take in a gasping breath when he finally ceases, my eyes rolling back as waves of pleasure and pain flow from the swollen, aching skin. I’m so lost in the feeling that I nearly scream when he touches the wand to the back of my thigh.

Hot, fluttering tingles radiate from the place the tip touches, causing the surrounding muscles to spasm in a wonderful, pulsating wave of pain and pleasure. I don’t get to appreciate it for long, though, because as soon as my pussy spasms, Ghost pulls the wand away. I cry out at the loss of sensation, shoving my hips back in a demanding motion.

“P-please,” I gasp, gyrating my hips shamelessly in an attempt to coax him back. “Please. I want more.”

“Such a greedy little thing,” he murmurs, placing the tip millimeters from my skin in that torturousway of his. “I would have bound you before I started if I knew you were going to be this insatiable.”

“Please, Ghost!” I beg, turning my head to look at him with wide, pleading eyes. This was a mistake—three more resounding slaps accompany my whimpers, and I fight the urge to reach back and nurse my aching ass.

“You aremine,Brett,” he growls, pressing the wand lightly to my skin and sending throbbing waves to and from my core. “You are mine to play with, mine to pleasure.Mine to torture,”he snarls, sliding the tip of the wand through my folds. I scream at the intense throbbing, sucking sensation, so unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My pussy quivers, contracting in time to the waves of pleasure flowing from that strange neon wand.

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