Page 70 of Jezebel's Liberation

“He was linked to the ring we’re hunting.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to demand information, but this isn’t about me. Hell, it’s not even about the fucking pedophiles. It’s about him and what is going through his head.

“Then he deserved to die,” I finally say.

“He did,” he agrees. “I used an icepick. Lost count of the number of times I stabbed him. Cut off his dick, too.”

My cock twitches at the thought of him purging a sinner. Fuck, I bet it was impressive.

“Wish I coulda seen it.”

“Is it…”

“Is it what?” I ask when the silence stretches.

Phantom leans against the tiled wall and sighs before staring at me with an intensity that burns clear to my soul. “Is it bad that I liked it? Killing him, I mean?”

Ah, so this is what has him all tied up in knots.

“Fuck no,” I state.

Lifting his hands, he holds them in front of my face. “These hands have taken a man’s life. How can I let them touch Jez? How can I let them touch you? So much violence came fromthesehands today, and I don’t know what to?—”

Leaning forward, I capture his mouth with mine in a searing kiss. Phantom immediately drops hisviolenthands to my hips and pulls me flush against his body. When he parts his lips, I dart my tongue inside, desperate to taste him.

“I need…” he pants when I slide my lips to his neck.

“What?” I growl. “Tell me what you need.”

“You, Demon,” he snaps. “I need to fuck you, to make you feel good. I need to prove to myself that something good can still come from me.”

For the briefest of moments, I hesitate, but I quickly remind myself that this is not about me. And Phantom won’t hurt me, not like Stewart did, not like Ted. The action might be similar, but his intent is the polar opposite of theirs.

“Then fuck me,” I groan.

A second later, I’m shoved against the wall, face first. Phantom presses his front to my back, and his cock teases my ass cheeks.

“It might hurt at first,” he whispers in my ear right before biting down. Pain turns to pleasure as he sucks the lobe into his mouth. “But I promise it won’t last.”

“I can take it,” I moan, grinding my hips back.

Phantom grabs the bar of soap again and lathers his hands before spreading my cheeks and using it to half-ass lube my tight hole.

“Tell me if it gets to be too much,” he whispers just before he pushes his thumb inside.

I hiss at the sensation and reach between me and the wall to wrap my hand around my dick and stroke.

“That’s it,” he says, removing his thumb and replacing it with two fingers which he scissors to stretch me. “Tug that cock like your life depends on it.”

We stay like this for a few moments, and when my body shakes with an impending orgasm, Phantom reaches around me and yanks my hand off my dick.

“You don’t get to come yet,” he taunts as he spreads my cheeks and lines up his cock. “You ready for me?”

I have no fucking clue.

“Yes,” I manage to grit out, my body strung tighter than a nun’s cunt. “Fuck me.”

Without warning, he thrusts into my ass until he’s buried balls deep. I howl, pounding my fists against the wall.

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