Page 99 of Sinister Lies

And I needed more of it.

God damnit. What the hell were these boys doing to me?

“Does it hurt?” he asked in a rough rasp, his breathing labored as he continued pounding my aching pussy raw.

I tried to reply but couldn’t thanks to his hand clasping my throat even tighter, forbidding me to speak.

As his grip lightened, I fisted the chest of his shirt and pulled him on top of me to steal a kiss. I moaned against his mouth as his cock sank impossibly deeper, hitting that spot in just the right way to have me mewling Phantom’s name.

“Harder,” I demanded through a pilfered breath, my limbs turning to Jell-O. “Don’t hold back. I want it all.”

Phantom snatched me by the throat again then wrapped his other hand around the back of my neck, giving me exactly what I asked for.

“Yes,” I managed to cry out as he pressed his forehead to mine, jackhammering my body like he was some untamed, possessed predator. “Fuck, Phantom. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!”

I came with an ugly, shattered cry, whimpering as Phantom pulled out and slapped the tip of his perfect cock against my sensitive clit until his seed shot out of him, coating my bloody chest and stomach in white, thick ropes of cum.

“Fuck…”

He stepped back, wildly eyeing the mess he made as I lay there panting hard, my incredulous gaze fixed on him.

“You good?” he asked with a tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

“I-uh,” I started, unsure of what to say as I glanced down at my body. “How the fuck are we supposed to clean this shit off of me?”

Phantom released a dark chuckle before he wandered over to the counter and plundered through some of the drawers that hadn’t been ripped out their tracks. The best he was able to find was a pack of wet wipes.

Together we worked in silence to clean me up.

“You fucking asshole,” I hissed when I laid eyes on my torn shirt on the floor and my slashed bra beside it, having forgotten that I had no spare clothing with me.

Phantom offered me another dark smile then nudged his head towards the curtain. “Rhett usually has some spare shirts and shit in his car. I’ll grab you one and then we can get the fuck out of here.”

Forty-Three

Phantom

“Are,uh…Areyouokay?”

I gaped nervously at Samara as she sat in the passenger seat, a worried, anxious look flashing in her blue eyes as she stared ahead through the windshield while I drove, fidgeting with her hands.

The things I did to her… Fucking her with her own blade then marking her in my blood…

How she tookall of it…

It was almost like God put her on this Earth and made her just for me.

But how would it work?

Fuck, can it work?

I meant what I said. She was mine now. I’d protect her until my final breath, even if it meant having to protect her from every cruel monster in the world, Damien and my father included.

“Yeah,” she replied after a while, though I could hear in her voice that it was a lie. “I’m fine. Where are we going now?”

“You,” I said thickly, “are going back to the academy. I have to go home and face judgment. I’d rather you not be there when shit goes down again.”

“But-but Ginger’s there,” she protested. “I-I need to—”

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