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A warm swirl runs through my stomach at the visual of the imprints left on my neck. The ownership and claim making me hot again. I don’t know why it turns me on, but a smile tugs at my lips.
“Blair.” Michelle’s call breaks through our little bubble. “Blair, are you over here?”
“Where the hell did she disappear to? She sprinted right past us,” Riley grumbles.
“It has to be the haystacks. She wouldn’t have gone into the corn maze alone.”
Pure ice slashes through my gut.
Crap.
I forgot that I texted Michelle when I left earlier. This is so not the kind of situation I want her to find me in, let alone Riley and the others.
I reach back to scoop my hair in front of my shoulders to hide the evidence. Phantom bats my hand away and brushes the hair back.
“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t cover these up. Remember, you agreed to be mine tonight.”
“But…”
“You don’t want me to punish you, do you?”
Desire rushes through my veins. Being punished by Phantom doesn’t sound like a bad consequence. In fact, I am half tempted to see exactly how he would punish me.
He laughs. “I suppose I should’ve realized threatening to punish you would only turn you on.” He grips my hips and lifts me to my feet like I weigh nothing. Leaning in, he whispers, “I’m serious. You cover those marks, and you’ll find out just how fucked up I really am.”
Something sharp pokes my thigh, and I look down to see the metal tip of a balisong pressed against my flesh.
When the hell did he pull that out?
And why the hell am I not freaking out?
Sick pleasure runs through me, and I’m mortified when I realize I’m clenching my thighs. This entire situation turning me on even though I had a first-class orgasm only moments ago. Phantom claims he’s fucked up, but I’m starting to think I’m the same.
There’s a glint in his eye as he catches the lack of fear in my face, one that promises to explore the pain I seem so drawn to.
He takes a step back, removing the metal from my skin, and continues to walk backward.
“Oh, and Blair?”
“Yeah?”
“I better not see another guy touch you tonight.” He flicks the balisong over his knuckles in a showy movement, the sharp blade glinting. “Not unless you want to see him lose a finger.”
Somehow, I don’t think he is joking.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
BLAIR
“There you are!” Michelle rounds the corner, rolling her eyes once she spots me. “Seriously, Blair. What the hell? Why aren’t you texting me back?”
“Uh.”
I make the mistake of glancing back over my shoulder at Phantom’s retreating form.
“Ooh. Who was that?” She sidles up next to me, bright red lips pursed with suggestive curiosity.
“No one.”
