Page 52 of Phantom
My entire body pushes against him again and for some reason, he lets me go.
“I wasdrugged,Sol. I couldn’t have given consent. I thought you were a dream—”
His bark of laughter makes me stop.
“What’s so funny?”
“You were notfullydrugged yet,ma chérie. That medication takes a while to kick in all the way. I wasn’t planning on you seeing me through your mirror, but you did. What am I supposed to do when youbegme to make you come? Should I have left you there, keening and moaning my name with no release? I helped you come using your own fingers because even though it was agony not being able to give you that release myself, I could never deny you anything you need. You can believe what you want to believe, but I only gave you what you demanded.”
I shake my head, determined to hold fast to my version of the truth, but… he’s right. On some level, I wondered if the medication hadn’t hit yet, but does that mean I really wanted him that night? What does it mean if Istillwant him, even right now? Am I not supposed to hate him for doing something like this?
He takes a step forward and I retreat again, only for him to keep stalking toward me.
“When I came to your room, I wasn’t expecting to see you like that. I almost left once I realized it, but your voicecalledto me, like it always does,ma jolie petite muse. But this time, you called myname.”
I swallow as we continue our dance and my lower belly tightens.
“Your fingers weren’t doing the job,” he continues. “Youneededme.”
My back hits the stone wall, but the human one in front of me doesn’t stop his pursuit. He raises his forearms to rest them against the wall on both sides of my head, caging me in. My breaths come in heavy pants as I focus on his sparkling midnight eye. He dips his head low and his nose caresses where my scoop neck T-shirt reveals my bare collarbone. Tingles and goose bumps erupt over my skin. Without second-guessing myself further, I clutch the loose hem of his shirt in my hands and twist the fabric taut as I tug him closer.
His nose skims my neck, continuing up my jawline to my ear before his hands clench into fists against the stone. The muscles in his thigh are rock hard as his knee pushes between the apex of my legs. My body instinctually grinds against his thigh, searching for release, and I know my panties are soaked.
“I couldsmellyour arousal then.” His sharp inhale draws cool air over my fevered skin and his low chuckle heats it right back up. “Justlike I can now. Do you know how fucking hard it is for me to knowexactlywhat you want… exactly what youneed, and deny us both the pleasure of giving it to you?” His lips and teeth nibble my earlobe as his right hand threads through the curls in my hair. He arches my neck to the side, leaving my throat vulnerable to his light-as-air kisses. “Tell me, my pretty little muse. Tell me how I’m supposed to deny you when you beg me to make you come?”
His left hand strokes down my side and slides behind my lower back to help me find my pleasure against his thigh. I’m practically riding him and his hard length pushes against my stomach, reminding me that delicious release—like what he gave me the other night—is just within my reach.
“I’m not good, little muse. My obsessionwith you is the only pure thing about me. Never forget that I’m yourdemonof music, Scarlett. You can’t expect me to behave like a gentleman when you beg like my whore.”
He lifts me and wraps my legs around him as he pushes me flush against the wall. The new position has me straddling his thick length, lining the head of his cock up to massage my clit. I moan at the sensation and cling to his shirt, hanging on as he controls my every move. I’m already so close, all I need is just a few more of his subtle thrusts against my center.
“Answer me, Scarlett.” His warm lips brush mine as he speaks.
I want to please him, but I’ve completely forgotten the question because I’m… al…most…there—
He suddenly pushes away from the wall, dropping me to my feet and taking all my breath, composure, self-righteous arguments, andorgasmwith him.
“Sol! What the hell?”
“I won’t have you accusing me of giving you another orgasm without yourconsent.” His mischievous smile tells me he knows exactly how close I was and my mouth falls open.
“Was all that just to prove a point?” I straighten my shirt and cross my legs in a desperate attempt to ignore how wet I am between my thighs.
But the damp indigo-dyed patches on his gray sweatpants where my jeans rubbed against his thigh and cock give me away. He follows my embarrassed stare to the evidence he bears of my arousal and that infuriatingly smug look on his face beams back up at me.
“Prove a point?” he asks as he lifts a shoulder and crosses his arms. “And what point would that be?”
The cotton fabric straining around his chest and biceps looks like it could burst at the seams with one heavy breath. He does nothing to hide the raging erection in his sweatpants and all his entire cocky demeanor does is get me more flustered as I try not to gape at his impressive size, because good god is he huge.
“Scarlett?” he prompts me, bringing my eyes back to his. “What point do you think I’m trying to make?”
“That I—” I cut myself off when the left side of his smirk lifts higher, taunting me. “I have no idea.” I finish and cross my own arms haughtily.
“Deny it all you want,ma chère. But I was more than a phantom to you that night. I was exactly what you needed.”
I growl in frustration and push against the wall to head toward the door, snatching the Café du Monde bag up as I stomp out.
“Where do you think you are going now?”
