Page 54 of Phantom Mine

“This?”

“Us.”

Crushing my mouth back down against hers, I swallow any protest she may try to utter.

I don’t want to hear it.

Her fingers clutch desperately at my hair as she kisses me. Then she’s threading her hand through it and yanking my head back. A menacing growl rolls up my throat and my lip curls back in a snarl.

“Maybe weshouldstop,” she gasps.

“I can’t,” I breathe, nipping at her neck in warning. “Now I understand what Adam must have felt like when he was lured in by that ripe apple, driven to despair for a taste of it.” My gaze drops to her swollen lips. “You’re my very own forbidden fruit,caramia, and kissing you is like giving in to the original sin. I should be strong enough to resist, I should stay away, but I can’t. I won’t.”

Fresh lust explodes behind her eyes and then she’s reaching for me, wrapping her arms around my neck and climbing me like a tree, her mouth greedily searching for mine.

It’s not enough. Having my mouth on her isn’t anywhere near enough, but fighting through her dress feels like fighting off a dozen angry birds.

“How much do you care about this dress,cara?” I mutter against her ear.

“A lot.”

Fuck.

“Rip it,” she says.

“What?”

She makes an adorably angry little noise at my mouth being pulled away from hers. “If it’s in the way, then rip it now.Please.”

My brows drop and an insolent smile stretches across my lips. She slams her mouth back down on mine as I fist a bunch of feathers and yank them off her dress. She moans into my mouth, clearly getting off on the aggression. It fuels my arousal to new heights. I’m not violent, but fuck do I like it rough in the bedroom and if she’s game…

I fist her hair next and yank it, testing her reaction to the bite of pain. When her eyes roll back and her lips part on a strangled groan, I dive in for her throat. I lick and I suck and I bite at every available inch of her while my other hand slips beneath the hem of her dress and up her thigh.

Her legs tighten around me as my fingers trail up her inner thigh and to her wet center. Her lips part against my mouth, her eyes opening to find mine fixed on her. When my thumb brushes down her covered slit, she gasps into my mouth.

I swallow the sound greedily, sucking her lower lip between mine, grazing at it with my teeth as my fingers dip beneath her panties and trail down her soaking pussy.

“You kiss like a goddamn animal,cara. Like sex on legs, fucking my mouth with yours like that. I can’t wait to drag you back to my hotel. I’m going to bury my cock inside you and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”

An adorable, sexually frustrated frown creases her brow. “I don’t even know what you look like.”

I want nothing more than to have no barriers between us but I’m not removing the mask anywhere Rocco can come upon us.

“You will soon enough. In the meantime, you can come on this faceless stranger’s fingers.”

Her pupils dilate, her eyes darkening at my roughly whispered filthy words. They widen in shock when I press my middle finger into her tight channel, pushing in until it’s completely buried inside her.

“Mierda,” she moans, head tilting back against the wall.

Her pussy spasms around my finger, her walls attempting to clutch me greedily. I’m mesmerized by the open column of her throat, by the way she swallows with obvious difficulty as I curl my finger and brush against that sensitive spot deep inside her.

Her breath hitches on her lips when I pull back, then expels loudly from her lungs when I push back in with a second finger. Her chin drops, and wide eyes the color of forests in late fall find mine with a hint of panic in them.

“Been a while since anyone’s had their fingers in your tight cunt?” I hear myself growl.

She nods, speechless, jerking against me when I thrust my fingers until they bottom inside her. Her eyes cloud with desire when she sees my answering smirk.

“Good.”

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