Page 46 of Haunting Phantom
Phantom’s hands caress parts of her they shouldn’t, but I’m too busy staring out the window, watching Damien walk around outside, strolling the perimeter of the building with his hands behind his back, lost in deep thought.
“Do you have a condom?” Autumn whispers.
That snaps me out of the mental prison I’m in. My eyes dart their way to find Phantom laying over the top of her, both of them naked from the waist up, her tits too perky for my liking as his mouth worships them.
He nods once, then huskily whispers back, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Autumn.”
She smiles. “If you think I don’t want you, Blake, then you haven’t gotten to know me very well. I’m mainly worried about Eve. I don’t think she can take us being together.”
“You’re right. The thought of you two being together makes me want to vomit.”
She’s got me blocked out, too consumed with Blake to hear me. That’s when I see it… the flutter.
She raises her legs so he can pull down her pants. Their eyes lock, his hand moving between her legs until they’re spread.
Her eyes close in ecstasy, opening herself long enough for me to crawl in. She’s too lost in his touch to notice me inside of her. Her soul’s calling out and purring for more.
It’s in her most vulnerable moment that I strike, locking her behind my own damn door as I take over her body.
He goes in to kiss her, the move gentle and done with care, but he’s not dealing with her anymore. He’s dealing with me. Angry… vengeful… ready to ruin whatever it is they have going on.
“Shit!” he yells, recoiling when I bite down viciously on his lip.
“Damn, Autumn, what the fuck?”
“I like it rough,” she says. It may be her voice, but I’m the one in control.
“Really?” His eyes darken with delight, just like I knew they would.
“Yup,” she rasps out, hand moving between his legs to stroke him as she gets up on her knees, meeting him eye to eye. “I like to be fucked hard.”
His eyes widen when my mouth licks up his throat. “I want the devil to come out of you.”
He grins. “That can be arranged.”
She takes his hand, fitting it around her throat. “I want you to take me and punish me until I can’t breathe.”
“This doesn’t sound like you, Autumn.”
She places a hand on his chest, fluttering her eyes up at him innocently. “Did you think I was pure? That I didn’t like a good hard fucking?”
“No, but…”
“No buts, Phantom.” He groans as her mouth wraps around his cock and sucks him to the back of her throat. She gags because, unlike me, she fucking can’t take it. “Start with my face and work your way down. Claim me. Own me. Make me yours. But do it hard. Punish me for being the naughty little bitch of your dreams.”
He seems hesitant, but when she does that special thing—that thing Eve only knew how to do, tweaking his balls with her hands until he’s shooting out cum—he’s done for.
He rips her mouth off his dick, throwing her face first onto the pillow, ass in the air, smacking it harder than he’s ever smacked me.
“Naughty bitches get spanked.”
“I like that,” she hisses.
He crawls up behind her, his hand dragging up until it’s wrapped around her throat. “Naughty bitches get choked.”
It’s fucking glorious to have him at his best.
Wickedly brutal.
