Page 62 of The Phantom's Vice

I jump, frowning as his fucked-up chuckle sounds out next to my ear. The lower half of his mask presses against my temple—almost as if he’s giving me a kiss—and my cheeks flame.

It also doesn’t help that the python in his pants poked me again as he said it.

“Yes. Thanks,” I murmur, fire coursing through my veins as he adjusts his grip, cupping one of my breasts in his massive palm. “What are you doing?”

“Just feeling you,” he murmurs, nuzzling that cold metal against my neck. “It’s never enough. I want to be in your skin, Brett.”

Welp, here’s to hoping that’s just an exaggeration.Although, with the way he’s gripping me now, it seems like he might actually be serious. I gulp, forcing the thought from my mind.

Ghost takes a deep breath, followed by a low, growling moan as he flicks his thumb over my nipple. “I love these.”His voice shudders from his voice mod, the low, scratching tone giving it a demon-esque quality. My body quivers, though it’s not from fright.Lord help me, I don’t know what’swrong with me. But I sure as shit don’t want to stop feeling this… this…

My mind goes blank as Ghost rolls on top of me, and I realize he’s still in a full suit. I tug at his jacket, desperate to see the rest of him, but Ghost shakes his head.

“Why not?” I whine, shoving my bottom lip toward him. Ghost’s mask slides up, and before I know what’s happening, he lunges forward, capturing my lip between his teeth.

I let out a squeak as he bites down, eliciting a deep, rumbling moan from him.

“I love when you cry for me, darling.” His tongue darts out, licking the small injury. “Those little sounds you make get me so fucking hard. Feel.” He grabs my hand, placing it directly on the straining bulge in his pants.

“Ah, fuck,” he curses, leaning his head back and letting me get a good look at his large, bobbing Adam’s apple. “Fuck, please don’t stop. Please.Please,touch me.”

My chest constricts at his insistence. The fact thatthisman is begging me for anything seems surreal. It’s why, as soon as he says it, I reach out, releasing his cock from its confines.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, his abdomenshuddering as I lean forward, taking the thick length in my hand. One hand is not enough to envelop him fully, but I try my best, running my hand slowly from the tip to base. Ghost lets out a choked noise, lowering his head so he can watch what I’m doing to him.

“That feels…” His voice cuts off as another strangled moan pours from his mouth. The next thing I know, Ghost is between my thighs, his cock straining toward my center. A drop of precum is pooling at the tip, and I flick it off with my thumb before raising it to my mouth. I plop the digit between my lips, rolling my eyes back with a moan as the taste of him coats my tongue.

“My God, Brett,” he chokes. His hips buck forward, yet his cock doesn’t touch me. From the way his mouth is twisted, it must be taking an incredible amount of willpower.

“I can’t wait to fill you,” he groans. “I want to hear the sound you make when my cock enters you for the first time. I want to fucking split you, to ruin you for any other man. I’m going to takeeverything,Brett. Everything you are, and what’s left after that, too.”

He dips his head to my breast, taking my nipple between his teeth and giving it a gentle nip. I cryout, jerking back instinctually—but this only makes him bite harder.

“Ah, fuck!” I scream, my head falling back as waves of pain and pleasure flow from the area.

“Shh.” He releases his jaw just in time to lap at the affected area, soothing the liquid fire pulsing from my nipple. “You like the pain, Brett. Look how your body craves it—cries for it.” He reaches down, running his fingers through my dripping folds. It’s then that I realize I still have nothing down there to stop the flow, and I try to squeeze my thighs together, a wave of mortification overwhelming me.

Ghost growls, seemingly displeased with the change in me. He grips my knees, prying them open so they slam into the mattress. “Donot,”he snarls, leaning his face in so were nose to nose. “Ever,close yourself off from me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” I nod, a small mewl tumbling from my lips at the infuriated rumble in his chest.

“Yes,what?”

I frown, not quite understanding until I remember what I called him the other day.Oh, no way in hell! That was a joke!

He reaches up, curling his fingers around my neck and squeezing hard. “Yes,what,darling?”

Black spots form in my sight as my oxygen is cut off, and I know I’m not winning this fight. “Yes,sir.”

“Much better.” He releases his grip, only for it to travel back down between my legs. I squirm but don’t dare shut my legs before. I watch his cock strain toward me, but Ghost never gives in to whatever urges he’s feeling. A part of me wishes he would, but that’s the crazed part of my brain, I’m sure.

After a few more minutes of pleasuring me, Ghost pulls away, his mouth a thin line. With aswoosh,his mask closes back in place, and I try to ignore the flood of disappointment that comes with it. He zips his rock-hard cock back into his pants, the motion seeming uncomfortable.

Maybe he thought about last night, and now he thinks I’m gross. Hell, I probably am?—

“If you are thinking negative thoughts about yourself, I suggest you stop. I had to pull away because…”

Because he wasn’t going to be able to hold back anymore.The reality of the situation hits me like a bucket of ice water, and I glance up meekly, biting my lip. “Okay, no more negative thoughts. Although… I do feel a little gross right now. Is there any chance you have sanitary products?”

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