Page 7 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

“Yeah,” he murmurs, almost like he’s talking to himself. “Just like that. Fucking perfect.”

I yelp as he moves again suddenly, looping his arms under my hips and ass to drag me even closer to him. My lower half is raised up off the floor, and my legs go over his shoulders, leaving me bent at the waist a bit as he puts his face right between my legs.

That hungry look in his eyes grows darker and more intense, and without warning, he lunges in, biting down hard on my inner thigh. I cry out, writhing in his hold, and his hands tighten around my body.

“Be still,” he growls. “Or I’ll bite harder.”

I squirm, just to test the limits of that command, and he’s as good as his word.

His teeth dig into the flesh of my upper thigh, and for a second, I’m positive he’s going to break the skin and draw blood.

But he doesn’t, biting just shy of that, leaving what’s probably a perfect indent of his teeth in my skin.

All I can do is whine in pleasure and pain as heat sparks along my skin. The bites throb in time with my arousal and the thundering beat of my heart, and when Phantom finally lowers his head and licks at my pussy, I feel like I might burst.

There’s nothing gentle about it, no soft laps of that tongue. Instead, he goes down on me hard and fast, like he’s laying a claim. His tongue presses forcefully against my clit, and I arch up even more, a broken moan spilling from my lips.

And then, all at once… everything stops.

Phantom freezes, then jerks his head back sharply. When he looks at me again, his eyes radiate anger, and I can hear it in his voice when he speaks.

“Who the fuck touched you?” he demands.

“What?” I gasp out.

“Who. The fuck. Touched you?” Each word is enunciated and heavy, falling like a weight in the silent room. “I can taste him on you. I can smell him.”

I swallow hard, shaking my head, and his fingers tighten almost to the point of pain. “Don’t fucking lie to me, siren. Did you let someone else eat you out tonight? Was there another man’s mouth on your pussy?”

My breathing is harsh and scattered now, and I lick my lips before responding. “I—don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“The fuck you don’t,” he breathes, leaning over me. He hasn’t raised his voice, but somehow the intensity of it burns even hotter in this low tone. “Tell me.”

I shake my head again, even though I know I’m testing the limits of his patience.

“Don’t make me ask again.”

There’s an air of finality and a hint of a warning in his words, and I have no idea what he’ll do if I push it.

Get up and walk out? Refuse to let me come for the rest of the night?

Either of those options would result in me going home unsatisfied, just as keyed up and stressed out as I was when I showed up here.

I could use my safe word and end this whole thing, but that would have the same effect.

So I take a breath and then nod. “Yes. There was someone else.”

Phantom narrows his eyes behind the mask, and I can almost taste his displeasure in the air. Something possessive passes through his gaze, and he leans in even more, pressing my legs up to my chest and forcing my body to fold nearly in half.

“Was it good?” he demands. “Did he make you feel like I make you feel? Did he make you come like I do? Until you’re a shaking mess on the floor?”

Suddenly, he pulls back, letting my lower half fall back down to the floor. He doesn’t move, staying between my spread legs as I fight to catch my breath.

When I don’t answer immediately, he growls and reaches out, slapping his open hand against my bare pussy.

It stings, the sound echoing in the room from the force of it, and I arch up as I scream, heat and pleasure jolting through me.

“Does he?” Phantom barks, slapping me again.

“No!” I cry out, shaking my head desperately. When his hand comes down a third time, I press my hips up to meet it. Even with the pain, it feels so fucking good. His words, his harsh actions… all of it has me so close, close enough that I can feel my body trying to reach that peak.

But Phantom doesn’t push me over the edge just yet.

“That’s what I thought,” he growls. “That’s why you come here, isn’t it? Because no one can make you feel like this. No one can pin you down and force you to feel like I do. Isn’t that right? Isn’t that what you need?”

“Yes!” I cry. “Yes, yes. Please! I’m so close, please!”

He shakes his head and slaps my pussy again. This time when he draws his hand back, I can see the evidence of my arousal on it, smeared and wet over his fingers, glistening in the light.

“Did he slap your pussy and make you admit how desperate you are? How greedy?” he asks. “Did he make you beg to get off for him?”

No, of course he didn’t. Emmett would never. He’d probably be horrified if he could see this, and even more so if he knew how fucking hot it gets me.

As if he senses the direction of my thoughts, Phantom leans in. His features are obscured by the mask, but I could swear he’s smirking behind that dark facade.

“And what would he think if he could see you like this? If he could see how fucking wet you are from being hunted and chased? If he knew you like to be fucked like a dirty little slut? Would he still want to eat your pretty pussy out then?”

He wipes his wet hand on my thigh and then slaps the flesh there for good measure.

A moan tears its way out of me, and my hands scrabble uselessly on the floor, trying to find something to hold on to, something to anchor me.

“No,” I manage to choke out.

“Good,” Phantom says. “Because this is mine.”

He shoves two fingers deep into my pussy, forceful and merciless. But despite the roughness of the intrusion, he doesn’t meet any resistance at all. I’m so wet by now, my body open and needy for him, and the sound of it is loud as he fucks me with his fingers hard and fast.

“Oh god. Oh god. Oh fuck .”

The words are like a chant pouring out of me, building with the heat and desperation in my body. I can feel my orgasm looming, trying to crest and spill over—but before I can get any closer to it, Phantom drags his fingers away.

I sob out a moan of frustration, writhing on the cool floor as a sheen of sweat covers my body.

Judging from the way his cock is tenting the front of his pants, I can tell that Phantom is hard as hell from this. He’s getting off on torturing me by keeping me on the edge. Something about it feeds the sadistic need in him, while it leaves me breathless with want and desperation.

“Please, please, please,” I beg.

He snorts under his breath, tilting his head to one side. “Oh now it’s ‘please.’ You were running from me not long ago. What happened to that, little siren? You don’t want to run anymore?”

I open my mouth, but my mind is too hazy and muddled by the need to get off to form a coherent response.

“No,” he bites out, answering his own question.

Even though his tone is harsh, there’s something seductive about it.

A sensuality that wraps around me as he speaks.

“You don’t want to run. You want me to fill you up with my cock until you can’t think of anything else, don’t you?

You want me to fuck you into the floor like the animals we both are. Say it.”

“I—”

Phantom slaps my pussy again, hard enough that I scream. “Say it,” he demands.

“I want you to fuck me!” I cry out. “I want you to fill me up with your cock. I need it. Please, there’s nothing else that—please!”

His fingertips rub my swollen flesh, surprisingly gentle for a moment as he murmurs, “I know. I’ve got you, siren.”

Before I can puzzle out quite what he means by that, his hands are on me, flipping me onto my hands and knees suddenly. I gasp at the speed of it, trying to catch my breath.

Behind me, I can hear the hiss of his belt sliding out of the loops of his pants, and my arms shake as my hair falls in a curtain around my face. Phantom gathers the locks with one hand, draping them all to one side.

Then the skin-warmed leather of his belt wraps around my throat.