Page 24 of Beg for It
She sprints in, head swiveling from side to side like she is looking for someone—looking for me.
I take out my phone and open our DMs, click on the camera and take a video zooming in on her, and then press send. I pocket my blade, slip my balaclava on, and watch as she holds up her phone and opens our messages. It takes her a second, but her head lifts and she looks up right at where I am.
Fuck, I can feel the heat simmering between us from here.
I slide down to the edge of the roof and then jump down to the haystack below and then onto the ground. But instead of walking toward Blair, I head in the opposite direction, around the side of the barn to the back where there are far less people and the light doesn’t quite reach. I wait so I can see when she is close, and then I keep walking between the stacks of hay bales that are out here.
I weave between them slowly enough for her to just barely keep up, and then I round a corner and pause. When she passes by, I reach out and grab her waist, pulling her to me. She lets out a squeal, but I cover her lips and lean down, my mask brushing her ear.
“Hello, Blair.”
Her squirming stops and her muscles relax. It’s funny that her body thinks it’s safe with me when all I want is to completely devour her.
I let go of her mouth and loosen my grip, allowing her to turn around and face me. Damn. She looks even more delectable up close. The tops of her lush breasts spill out from the light blue ruffled neckline, begging for me to bite them. Her cheeks are slightly flushed from the chase, and those caramel eyes are blown wide with pure adrenaline—no doubt fear and desire battling it out.
Her hand reaches out, stroking the jaw of my mask where the skull pattern is printed. She looks at me like she can’t believe I’m real. Which is fair. To most, Phantom is an unattainable enigma.
“Phantom?”
“In the flesh.”
“Are you really him?”
“What do you think?”
She bites her lower lip, and I know it’s in thought, but damn if it isn’t a tease.
I swipe open my phone and flash her our DMs.
“Proof enough?”
“I guess, it’s just…” She continues to pull her lower lip between her teeth, and it’s driving me mad.
“What, you need a little more convincing? How about this?”
I grip the hem of my black tank and lift it midway up my abs to show off the spider tattoo. I didn’t really need to lift itthishigh, but I like watching the way Blair’s pupils blow even wider.I grab her hand and place it over the black ink, holding back my own groan as her soft fingers trace over my skin.
My body screams to make her mine, to pull her into me and take what I’ve always wanted. But I keep a lid on the beast inside. For all the twisted secrets Blair has spilled online, I still need to hear the confession from her lips.
I drop the fabric and lean against the hay bales.
“That good enough for you, princess?”
“Uh, I…” She licks her lips. “Sorry, you’re just way hotter in person.”
I smirk and reach out to pick up a chunk of her shiny blonde hair, running my fingers down it and imagining it wrapped around my fist.
“Tell me, Blair. Did you mean what you wrote?”
“What do you mean?”
“All those comments you left on my videos. Did you mean them?”
I take a step toward her, and she takes a step back.
“You read all of those?” She lets out a short nervous laugh.
“Of course.” I take another step, and so does she. “Isn’t that why you came here? You were curious, weren’t you? You wanted to play the game.”
