Page 71 of Jezebel's Liberation

“Too much?” he growls through gritted teeth.

“Not fucking enough,” I admit, despite the flashes of pain.

Phantom wraps his hands around my wrists and pins my arms above my head as he pounds into me. My body adjusts to his size, and the pain slowly morphs into the most intense pleasure. I grind my cock against the shower wall, chasing relief since I can’t stroke it.

“Goddamn, you feel good,” he hisses.

Maintaining his hold on my wrists with one hand, he lowers the other and fists my dick. He squeezes as I fuck his hand, but as soon as he senses I’m close, he stops and doubles his efforts to get himself off.

“I need to come,” I snarl.

“You will,” he promises, and the heat in his tone sends shivers down my spine. “But you’re gonna come the same way I do… buried balls deep.”

I yank one of my hands free and reach behind me to cup his balls on his next thrust, and he sucks in a breath.

“Then come for me,” I demand. “Now!”

Phantom’s cock pulses with his release, and hot cum fills me. I let him ride out the waves of pleasure, but when his body starts to slacken, I whirl around and wrap my hand around his throat.

“My turn,” I say, my tone low and possessive.

I ease him backward, out of the shower, and spin him around to face the bathroom counter. I keep my hand around his throat as I reach into the drawer and grab the bottle of lube. After flipping the cap open, I squirt the liquid over his ass crack and toss the bottle into the sink when I’m satisfied there’s enough.

“You don’t hav?—”

“My. Turn.” I place a hand at the center of his back and force him to lean forward so I can smear the lube over his hole before using it on my cock. “Better hold on.”

Phantom grabs the edge of the counter right as I slam into his tight heat. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my vision blurs as pleasure like I’ve never felt threatens to send me flying.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” he mumbles. “You fill me so fucking full.”

“And you take me so fucking well.”

Having been on the brink of exploding since he was filling me, it doesn’t take long before my brutal thrusts become jerky.My muscles tighten, my spine tingles, and my balls draw up as I shoot ropes of cum into his ass.

I collapse on top of him, both of us struggling to catch our breath. I release his throat and trail my fingertips up his sides, and goosebumps break out across his flesh.

“I think we need to get back in the shower,” he says after a few calming moments.

I chuckle. “Yeah, probably.”

Straightening, he turns around to face me, leveling his gaze on mine. “You okay?” he asks.

I smile. “Yeah, I’m good. You?”

Phantom nods, but something flashes in his stare, something that looks an awful lot like… worry. I cup his cheeks and pull him toward me until his forehead rests on mine.

“I’m only going to say this once, so listen up,” I snap. “What you did in The Confessional does not make you evil. It doesn’t lessen the other amazing things you do. And it certainly isn’t going to send Jez or me running in the other direction. We both want you… all of you. So, if you liked killing that sick fuck, own that shit. Wear it like the badge of fucking honor it is because you did what you had to do to make this world a little bit better.”

Phantom is quiet for a second, but the words that come out of his mouth when he speaks shove a broken piece of my soul back into place.

“I did it for you.”

“Ican honestly say I’ve never been to a biker bar.”

Bela slides onto the stool next to me in the VIP section at Purgatory. It’ll be a tight fit with almost all the club and their old ladies in attendance. My hackers have been working diligently to find Stewart Crane. We’ve got a couple of leads, but nothing concrete yet.

That’s part of the reason why Demon and I want to use ourselves as bait. Demon doesn’t think that Stewart will be able to resist getting his hands on him, and if he knows Demon is happy and in a committed relationship, we’re sure the sadistic bastard will stop at nothing to try and destroy it.

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