Page 8 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

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My pulse spikes, arousal flooding me like a wave of heat over my skin.

The belt isn’t tight enough to cut off my air yet, but I’m breathing hard all the same, as if I expect to lose that ability at any moment.

I have no idea why this gets me off more than simple, straightforward sex. An hour or two ago, I had a man on his knees who would’ve gladly worshipped my body if I’d let him, and I felt nothing.

But this? This has me buzzing. I haven’t even come yet, and it’s already more satisfying than anything I’ve felt in weeks.

I didn’t even think I could get off at all until the first time Phantom threw me down on the bed here, shoved my face into the mattress, and fucked me from behind like he was trying to break me.

One of his big hands presses against the middle of my back, and he pushes me down so that my arms bend and my face is pressed against the smooth floor. I go willingly, the fight drained out of me with the need to come.

Phantom grabs one of my wrists and then the other, gripping them in one hand and crossing them against the small of my back. Just like before, there’s no give to his hold, no chance I’m going to be able to go anywhere without a true fight.

“Are you thinking about him?” he growls, possessive anger in his tone.

I shake my head quickly, my tongue darting out to lick my lips. “No,” I gasp. “No, I?—”

“Then fucking focus on me,” he demands. “I don’t want you thinking about anyone or anything else right now. Do you understand?”

“Yes. Yes, I understand, I?—”

I swallow hard, cutting myself off before I start babbling with need.

Of course, Phantom has no way of knowing that even though my thoughts were wandering, they were on him. He’s all I can think about in this moment. It’s as if nothing else exists beyond the four walls of his room. Nothing beyond him and me, stripped down to our most basic, animalistic desires.

“Good.” He pins my hands behind my back and presses forward, grinding against me through the fabric of his pants. I can feel how hard he is, the hot bulge of his cock, and it makes my body throb with need.

All I want is to feel him inside me. All I want is for him to fuck me so hard that I can’t think about anything else. I want my brain to shut off and my body to be completely overwhelmed by the pleasure I know he can give me.

“You know the safe word,” Phantom grunts, his hips grinding harder against me. I can hear that he’s affected by this too, by the way his tone shifts and his voice goes darker. “If you can’t speak, tap my hand three times. Show me.”

I get my thoughts together enough to demonstrate, managing to tap his hand three times, even with the grip he has on my wrists.

“Good,” he says.

He keeps that hold on me with one hand, and with the other, he shoves his pants down.

I can feel the movement of it, and my mouth waters, even though I can’t see his cock with my face pressed down the way it is.

But I don’t need to see it to know it’s fucking huge.

It’s big enough that I almost thought he would break me the first time he fucked me, and that’s just what I need right now.

The musky smell of arousal is thick in the air, and I lick my lips again. I’m messy and sweaty, my dress still bunched up around my waist and my skin covered in bite marks and the imprints of Phantom’s fingers—but I don’t care about any of that.

Right now, I’m just what Phantom called me earlier. A greedy little whore, desperate to be fucked by him.

I half expect him to keep teasing me, to make me beg and drive me out of my mind with the frantic desire for more. It wouldn’t take much at this point to have me sobbing and whimpering for him, not when I’m already so keyed up and on the edge.

I hear him rolling on a condom, and when the blunt head of his cock finds my entrance, I nearly keen at the way it feels. After torturing me for so long, Phantom doesn’t draw this part out. He doesn’t make me wait. Instead, he drives right into me, ramming his cock home inside my pussy.

I do cry out then, as my body struggles to adjust to his size. He’s so big, and even though I’m soaking wet right now, it’s still a tight fit.

But my body gets with the program quickly, the need for this overriding everything else. It gets easier for him to slide in and out of me, and he takes advantage of that, fucking me hard and fast.

“You love this,” he grunts, already sounding breathless. “Your pussy is like a damn vise around me, already trying to milk me dry. Fuck. Fuck .”

He slaps my ass with his free hand, digging his fingers into the meat of it.

All I can do is wail my pleasure at that, bucking back into his thrusts, seeking out more even though I already feel like I’m being burned alive by the heat of it all.

“Look at you,” he rasps. “You can’t get enough, can you? I could keep you here all night, stuffed with my cock. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Such a good little whore, my siren.”

I nod along, willing to agree to anything he says right now, just so he doesn’t stop.

His fingers dig in even harder, and I know I’ll have marks left behind later. Proof that this happened and how good it was.

“P-please,” I manage to choke out, the word coming out slurred and broken. I feel almost like I’m floating outside of myself, and it’s hard to form coherent thoughts when he’s battering into me the way he is.

The sound of skin on skin is loud in the room, and each time Phantom thrusts into me, the force of it shoves me forward a little.

“Please what?” he pants. “Please fuck you harder? Please make sure there isn’t a single fucking part of you that doesn’t feel me tomorrow? Is that what you want, siren?”

“Yes!” I cry out. “Fuck, yes.”

He doesn’t respond to that, just fucks into me even harder, slamming his cock as deep as it can go. And it’s already like I can feel it everywhere. Like each thrust into me is sending electric currents of sensation all the way through my body again and again.

He’s so deep inside me that it feels like I can taste it, the sweet honey of arousal and need on my tongue. It hurts and feels so fucking good at the same time.

“Good girl,” Phantom breathes. He runs his hand down my ass and then smacks it again, hard enough that the sound reverberates in the room and I feel a shock of pain run through me. “You’re taking me so well. Like you were made for it. But you are, aren’t you? This is what you were made for.”

I just nod, my head bobbing as I fight to breathe. My wrists twist in his hold, not because I’m trying to break free, but because I can’t calm down, can’t be still. Not when everything aches so good, and he’s fucking me like he wants to break me apart into a million pieces.

He slams his cock in and grinds forward, letting the head of him press right into that spot that makes me whine with desperation. It feels so, so good, and I’m already so, so close.

“I can feel you tightening around me. This pretty little pussy fluttering on my cock. Are you about to come?”

“Yes,” I moan. “Fuck, please, I’m so?—”

“Tell me,” he grunts. “Tell me when you’re coming.”

I swallow hard and nod again, and he picks up the pace even more, pistoning his hips. He drives into me again and again, sometimes in short, fast strokes, sometimes letting them linger deep inside me, working me up until there’s nothing I can do.

The pleasure is like a tidal wave, growing and building until it’s enough that it might drown me. But I don’t fight against it. Even though I’m about to drown in it, this isn’t a current I want to escape from.

“I—I’m gonna?—”

That’s all I manage to get out before the belt tightens around my neck again, cutting off just enough of my air that my head goes light.

I desperately gasp for breath, and something about that is enough to spark my orgasm.

Although honestly, that’s not even an adequate way to describe it.

The force of my climax rips through me, and I come so hard that I almost black out.

My vision goes dark as my lungs scream for air, and I feel dizzy and lightheaded and wrung out in the best possible way as wave after wave of sensations crash over me.

Phantom doesn’t stop either. He keeps fucking me through it all, not letting up. After a few seconds, he loosens the belt, and I suck in desperate gasps of air, oxygen flooding my system.

“Good,” he says again, praising me in a low voice. “Just like that.”

He uses his grip on my wrists to pull me upright, pressing me against him so my back is to his chest. My wrists are freed, but even so, I couldn’t go anywhere if I wanted to. Not with his cock still rock hard and impaled inside me.

Phantom plows into me like that, my hips bouncing me against his body with each rough thrust. His hands come up and find my tits, groping and squeezing them.

He drags his thumbs over my nipples and then takes them between his fingers, pulling hard at them, giving vicious little twists. The pain sparks the pleasure that’s still burning inside me, and it keeps my orgasm rolling, the aftershocks building into something more powerful.

I can tell that Phantom is close to coming too, from the way his movements start to lose that measured quality and become a little more erratic. He growls low in my ear, a muted curse that ends on a groan.

With one last deep thrust, he comes inside me, and even though there’s a layer of latex between us, I can feel the way his shaft pulses and jerks with each jet of cum that fills the condom. The heat of it is enough to have my vision going white as I spiral into pleasure all over again.

It takes me a few seconds to come back to myself, my chest heaving as I fight for breath. Phantom is still holding on to me, trying to catch his breath himself.