Page 43 of Haunting Phantom
She nods, moaning when he peppers her neck with kisses that stop at her cleavage. “The last girl who fucked me got ruined forever.”
“Oooh, that’s me!”I shout, waving my hands around like a madwoman.
Then I hear his laugh. That confident, slick, charismatic chuckle he’s so fucking famous for.“The poor guy has no idea he only fucks good because of me,”Damien says with a smile.
“Go away. You already said you wouldn’t help me.”
He moves closer.“You’ll hurt yourself if you don’t time it right, Dollface. I care about you too much to let you get hurt like that.”
“I can take it!”I challenge.
Damien ignores me, taking a few confident strides until he’s right behind Creeper.“The key is to make sure their mind is lost with lust. You can tell because there’s a certain twinkle when their eyes are open.”He studies Creeper closely, watching for the moment his eyes softly flutter closed.“And a certain flutter when they’re closing them. Just like that.”
He then casually walks straight into Creeper’s body, taking over the handsome biker without resistance.
Creeper ends the kiss, his smile spreading with too much confidence to be him. I always thought Creeper was a good-looking guy, though I’ve never really been into redheads. But Creeper’s one of the few guys with red hair that I’ve ever been attracted to. Shaved on all sides, and long on top, his hair flops sexily over one of his deep brown eyes, drawing you in. He’s pretty tan for a redhead, and despite having a few crooked teeth, his smile is to die for. He’s covered in sexy tattoos, so when he drags off his shirt and throws it to the ground, my ghostly titties go wild, peaking like horny little buds.
“Good to see I still turn you on,” Creeper growls.
Esther thinks he’s talking to her, but his eyes are focused on me.
He moves her to her knees, unbuckling his belt until his cock springs to life. “Do you remember?” he questions, head tilting back as she takes him all in. “How I fucked your beautiful face just like this?” He fists her hair, fucking her face until she starts gagging. “How full I made you with my cock and cum?”
Flashes of the night Damien died spur into my brain, and I gasp, realizing he may have been telling the truth.
He stroked away my tears, trying to calm me as he held a towel around my wrist, making sure to keep me centered even though I was spiraling.
“Take a deep breath, Eve.”
“I—I can’t,” I heaved, unable to catch my breath.
Damien gently caressed my face, forcing me to look up at him. “You don’t have to spiral, Eve. I got you. I promise.”
Collapsing against him, he kissed the top of my head as he pulled me onto his lap, still holding my wrist, allowing my tears to soak into his shirt.
“I love him,” I whimpered. “So fucking much.”
He nodded, listening to me attentively while his dick hardened between my legs. I noticed, but I chose to ignore it, enjoying the attention when everything inside me felt broken and incomplete.
“Why won’t he claim me, Damien? What makes me so bad?”
Damien lifts my chin, then kisses me. It’s a kiss that awakened something deep inside me. A kiss that shouldn’t have existed but changed everything. “It’s because he doesn’t really see you, Dollface. Not like I do.”
“What do you mean?”
He wrapped my wrist up in an old white shirt, then took off his cut, placing it gently on the bed beside us. “Let me show you,” he begged, and I was too weak to say no.
Our lips crashed together, forbidden lust bubbling to the surface in fire and flame. His hot hands moved down my body, grabbing my tits until they were out of my shirt and his tongue was worshipping them.
My head tilted back, the gasp electric. My body hit the bed first, then my skirt was hiked up, just enough to remove my white lace panties.
“How can you wear such an angelic color when you were always meant to dance with the devil?”
He pocketed my panties, growling under his breath, a possession I didn’t know existed. “Those are mine now.”
I nodded, knowing I shouldn’t be giving in like this, but I wanted Phantom to hurt. I wanted him to feel the pain I did.
Damien’s mouth disappeared between my legs, feasting on my pussy like he had been starving for months. My legs shook with ecstasy the higher he hiked them up, one over his shoulder, the other bent for a deeper consumption.
