Page 28 of Bewitched By the Phantom
“Maybe I did,” I spit. “Maybe I’ve been fucking him this whole time. Maybe I scream his name while his tongue dancesover my clit. Is that what you want to hear, Raoul? Is that what you’re looking for?”
His face flushes in anger. “You’re an asshole.”
“Takes one to know one,” I fire back. “Stop asking questions you don’t wanna know the answer to. And figure out this overbearing asshole schtick you’ve got going on. It’s not cute.”
“I care about you,” he tries.
“You have a shit way of showing it,” I grind out. “Just leave me alone.”
He hesitates. “Chris?—”
“I said leave me alone,” I snarl. “Go away.”
He turns on his heel and storms away, his pretty blond hair flying behind him. Good. Maybe he’ll get the fucking hint.
“If you’re going to tell people I licked you, you should at least let me do it so I know how you really taste.”
I whirl, my face already turning red in embarrassment when I find Erik standing behind me. “What?”
“Don’t worry. I made sure to make a face at him when you said it so it would really hit home,” he teases, grinning down at me.
I bark out a laugh and shake my head. “Thanks for that. Sorry about him. He’s being an asshole.”
Erik shrugs and takes a seat. “He thinks he’s protecting you from the big bad wolf. I can’t fault him for that.”
“And are you?” I ask, watching him carefully.
“Am I what? The big bad wolf?” His eyes crinkle. “Maybe I am. I certainly would like to eat you up.”
I roll my eyes but my blush doesn’t go away. “Yeah, I get the point.”
“Do you?” he purrs. When I don’t answer, he holds out his hand to me. “Come with me.”
“Where?”
He runs his tongue along his teeth. “Trust me, angel.”
I shouldn’t. The conversation leading up to this may be a bad indicator that I’m about to do something I could regret. But he looks so carefree right now, so teasing, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want it. Maybe fooling around will ease the yearning.
Slowly, I slip my hand into his and let him pull me to my feet. The way he leads me through the room feels like a lord leading a lady to her doom, but also her heaven. He watches me carefully the whole time, like I’m something worth looking at, like he can’t get enough of me.
So when he leads me to an old storage room full of dust and old chairs, I’m super confused. Part of the room is dark where a lightbulb is burnt out, but otherwise, it’s a very plain and normal room.
“Um . . . Erik?” I ask, glancing at him. “What are we doing here?”
He locks the door behind us and turns to face me. “Take your pants off.”
I freeze. “I . . . You can’t tell me what to do.”
The slow smile that curls his lips would melt even the coldest ice cube. It certainly works overtime on me.
“Would you prefer it if you were giving the orders?” he purrs. “Would you have me on my knees for you?”
He stalks toward me, his eyes hooded with desire. When he reaches me, he starts to sing low and deep in his throat. The words float over my skin, sending shivers through my body.
“I saw you strung like a silver wire, tuned to tremble, built to burn. Every glance, a loaded choir, begging me to take a turn,” he croons, his fingers reaching out to stroke along my arms, trailing up, caressing, until I find myself leaning back against him.
“Whisper low, I’ll match your rhythm, sink in slow beneath your skin,” he rasps in my ear, his lisp against my neck. “I don’t need to ask permission. You’ve already let me in.”
