Page 45 of Haunting Phantom
“Just be quiet and watch the show.”
The second I close off her voice, I’m seeing things through different eyes. Her heartbeat thuds inside my chest, everything she feels flowing through my fingertips. The soft skin of his cock, his fingers digging into my scalp, begging for control. I hear better through her ears too, enjoying the sound of his desperate grunts as he thrusts in and out of her.
She pulls away just enough to make him stop mid thrust, the disappointment flashing in Creeper’s eyes.
“Oh, I want you to keep thrusting, baby, but somewhere else entirely.”
Creeper smugly grins, helping her tear off each other’s clothes until they both are bare and ready. He strokes his cock a few times, watching with seductive eyes as she crawls up the bed, spreading my legs for him to enter her.
I expect him to get right to it, but he doesn’t; he kisses her instead, his hand moving between her legs as their tongues dance and tango for dominance.
“God, I’ve waited my whole afterlife for this moment,” Creeper moans just as his cock sinks in.
Closing Esther’s eyes, I lose myself in the fantasy, picturing it’s Damien over the top of me, our lips moving as one, our bodies heated to the point of combustion. His dick slides in slower than expected, taking his time instead of rushing for climax.
Her body hums with delight, but it’s my soul that’s burning alive. It’s almost like I can feel Damien’s hands caressing me. Not the body I’m possessing, but the soul beneath, the one who seems more alive and wishing for things she shouldn’t be.
“Fuck me, Damien. Fuck me like you would one of your whores.”
Creeper stills. Then, he gently forces me to look at him. “Listen to me, Eve. Listen to my words and really let them sink in. You were never a conquest for me. You were the goddamn prize. This isn’t just fucking for me, so you’ll never be fucked like a whore. I’m going to fuck you like I would’ve that night.”
“And what’s that?” Esther’s voice rasps out.
“Like you’re the love of my life,” he whispers, lips crashing over mine like his words didn’t just fuck up my whole world.
“I want out,” Esther screams.
Creeper stops moving. “What?”
“Let me out, Damien. How do I get out?”
“Just envision it.”
Blinking twice, I exit her body, breathless and losing my mind.
He comes up behind me, worried and cautious.
“Eve?”
“Don’t!” I shout, holding myself tighter. “Don’t fucking come any closer.”
“Why?” he questions. “What’s so wrong about me loving you?”
“Because it’s not right, Damien. I love Phantom. He’s my person. He’s my…”
“Unfinished business?” Damien whispers, knowing what I was going to say before I had a chance to say it.
“Yes, and I don’t need you coming in here looking all suave and holey, trying to dissuade me from my goal. I told you once before, and I’ll say it again. You’re not my endgame, Damien. You weren’t my endgame when we were alive, and you definitely aren’t any closer dead. Phantom’s the only man in this world for me. So just leave me the fuck alone. I’ll get rid of Autumn myself.”
He doesn’t protest, just stands there looking dejected as I flee the room, his spirit flickering in and out as Creeper and Esther go at it like two zombie rabbits ready to procreate the world.
Chapter Sixteen
I haven’t seen Damien since that night. It’s been almost a week, and Halloween is looming around the corner like a bad omen. Something inside me has changed. Ever since Damien’s little confession, I’ve felt off, and not as drawn to Phantom. It’s allowed Autumn to get even closer.
So close that they’re making out on his bed, and I’m too lost in my head to really make it stop today.
“Take that,” I say, but my efforts come out bored and feeble, because the bottle just falls off the desk, barely making a sound over their moans.
