Page 47 of Haunting Phantom
Taking out his aggression on poor little Autumn. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known I’d never let him make love to her like she wanted.
She knocks violently on the door between us, her screams to let her out quieted by his grunts as he violently thrusts into her pussy, taking her hard and rough, just how I like it.
“Eve, you gotta stop this. Get out of my damn body!”
But I block her out, enjoying the feeling of having Blake inside me again. Vessel or not, I can see it in the way his eyes darken with lust. He’s not thinking about Autumn in this moment; he’s thinking about me. All the dark and dirty things we did behind closed doors. Choking me until my eyes saw white spots, and his handprint lingered for days.
He fucks her like he did every time he was angry. Vicious and cruel. Not caring if it hurt or left marks. He wasn’t a violent person outside the bedroom, but in it, he was king. His chamber of torture our home. It was our little secret. Now she knows it too.
“That’s it, baby, whimper for me.”
A soft whimper escapes Autumn’s lips, but it only lasts a few seconds before he silences it with a vicious kiss.
“Yes,”I hiss out.“Torture her. Make her leave.”
He doesn’t know I’m controlling this. All of it. He doesn’t realize he’s about to lose her.
Then he flips her over, rolling her on top of his body until she’s fucking him hard, his hand wrapped around her throat, giving it a little squeeze of encouragement.
“That’s it. Fucking ride my dick.” He smacks her tits, then tugs her bottom lip between his teeth, drawing blood.
This is my chance.
“Fuck me harder, Blakey, fuck me until I’m raw.”
He misses it. That little piece of me I threw out that he didn’t catch. But this next one will get him.
He pumps even harder, sweat dotting his brow, her tiny body nothing compared to his brute strength.
She bends down, giving him one more playful nibble on the lips before his hand starts tightening, and she whispers into his ear, “That’s right, baby, strangle her so we can be together again.”
He stills, everything stopping as he blinks up in shock.
“Eve?”
She grins. “Miss me, baby?”
“Fuck, Eve, this is messed up. What the fuck are you doing?”
She laughs, fluffing her curls for effect, his hand still wrapped around her throat.
It’s then that I step out of her, allowing her to realize just who Blake really is.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screeches, slapping his hand away, grasping at her throat that’s already marked and purple.
“Autumn? Fuck! Oh my god, baby, I’m so sorry. I thought… fuck. I thought you were Eve.”
She jumps off him, cowering in the corner in fear. “Is that how you treated her? Is that how you treat women?”
“No! I—I—” he stutters, but the words don’t come out right. “I’m sorry, please forgive me. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. It was Eve! She fucking possessed you.”
Autumn quickly tugs on her clothes, tears flowing down her face. “And that makes it right? Possessed or not, if that’s the kind of girl you want in the bedroom, Blake, I’m not interested.”
“Autumn, wait! Don’t go. I lo—”
But she’s already gone before he can finish his declaration, running from the room in tearful sobs, still clutching her throat that I masterfully used to control him.
It’s then that I hear the crash, his anger turning to rage. One bottle hits the wall, and then another, causing enough commotion for his brothers to come running.
