Page 56 of Phantom Mine

“I'm going home tomorrow.” My fingers squeeze, digging desperately into her skin. “Don’t make me leave the country without another taste of you.”

Her eyes search mine. “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

She traces her thumb over the edge of the white mask, her gaze tracking the movement.

“No mask.”

A slow smirk tugs at my lips. “I plan on being smothered between your thighs within thirty seconds of you joining me, and you can’t very well ride my face if I have a mask on. Consider it done.”

Her face turns a violent shade of crimson, but the look in her eye? Pure anticipation.

She stops me when I reach for the tie at the back of the mask. “Not now. Keep the surprise for later, Phantom.”

“You know he was horribly disfigured, right?”

She shrugs. “Scars don’t scare me.”

I chortle softly. “Noted.”

Reluctantly, I release her wrist. Her arm drops to her side, her hand clutching the keycard, and she heads down the opposite end of the hallway.

At the top of the stairs, she glances over her shoulder back at me. My heart clenches violently in my chest as a smile bursts slowly to life across her features.

“You’re going to completely ruin my life, aren't you?”

The honesty in my tone sinks beneath her skin. Her eyes go between mine and I feel an invisible, irrational thread weave between us.

She bites her lip, tilting her head slightly. “I think I’d like an opportunity to try.”

The connection is completely illogical. So strong and yet born of nothing.

“Bye, Phantom,” she calls.

She bounces down the stairs without waiting for an answer and I realize she never gave me her name.

“Bye,pavona.”

She’s already gone.

???

Valentina

It was one conversation. That’s it. Okay, it was a little more than that, but all in all it was just one interaction. I don’t even know his name or what he looks like. He very well could be a murderer.

And yet, my skin is hot and tingly, the parts of my body that he touched are singing, and my veins feel like they’re on fire.

Deadly, destructive,fire.

I rush down the steps with one objective in mind: finding Adriana and telling her every single incredibly mind-blowing and salacious detail of the last… I don’t even know how long I’ve been gone. Ten minutes? Fifteen? Fifty?

She’s going to murder me for abandoning her, rightfully so. But then she’ll resurrect me when I tell her about the hopefully gorgeous stranger with the sex god mouth who kissed me like his very life depended on it and toyed perversely with my clit until I came in public.

My face flames until I’m sure the temperature of my skin rivals that of the sun. I wouldn’t call myself a prude, but I can’t say I’ve ever had a man who I met five minutes prior on his knees with his tongue lapping at my pussy in the middle of a club where anyone could come upon us.

Adriana’s going to die.

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