Page 9 of Pretty Ruthless Monsters: Complete Series

Eventually, he slides out of me, leaving me empty and boneless.

As he lets me go, I slump to the floor in a heap, nearly passed out in the aftermath.

I feel exhausted, like it would take too much effort to even raise my head to look at Phantom, but at the same time, the burning need is gone, leaving only a warm satisfaction behind.

Phantom slaps my ass hard, and I whimper as that sends more aftershocks of pleasure skittering through me. He drags his hand down my ass and presses two fingers into my pussy, fingering me roughly.

For a second, my body fights between the conflicting urges of spreading my legs for more and squirming away from his touch. With how sensitive I am right now, the feeling is almost too much, and I shudder a little.

“So fucking pretty. The only thing better than seeing you this fucked out would be seeing my cum dripping out of your ruined pussy,” Phantom says, his voice low and sensual even now.

The thought of that makes me shiver, the image making heat pool in my belly. I can only imagine what my pussy looks like right now, pink and sore and fucked open. And the image of his cum dripping out of me, the proof that he’s fucked me— claimed me—makes me want him all over again.

He presses his fingers in deeper, adding a third one with ease.

“You like that,” he says, and it’s not a question.

I really fucking do, and I moan in answer, writhing on the floor as he fucks me with his fingers.

He doesn’t go as hard as he did before, but it’s still enough to have me panting and trying to squirm away.

But Phantom grabs me with his free hand, keeping me in place. “Is it too much?” he asks. “Use your safe word.”

I shake my head. I’m not so far gone that I’ve forgotten what the word is, but I still don’t want to say it.

He nods, his eyes glinting behind the mask. “Then you’re going to come again for me.”

“I can’t,” I gasp. “I can’t—I can’t take it.”

“You can.”

It’s as simple as that. Two words that leave no room for argument.

I whimper, my body riding the razor sharp line between pain and pleasure, my head spinning with it. It’s so much, too much, but I refuse to say my safe word and make this stop.

Because I never want it to stop.

“Come for me,” Phantom orders sharply. “Come on my fingers, siren.”

It’s like my body is somehow attuned to his commands after everything he’s done to me, because that’s enough to have pure sensation burning through me all over again. I open my mouth on a gasp and then do what he says, my body shuddering and shaking as a final orgasm courses through me.

This one is more intense than all the others, my body throbbing with exhaustion as well as pleasure, and in the aftermath of that one… I truly do pass out.

I’m not sure how much time passes before I wake up.

I don’t remember getting on the bed, but I’m lying on the soft sheets, and when I look around the room, I’m alone. Phantom must have put me here after I passed out.

I shift, and my body protests the movement. Judging from the feeling of cool salve on my ass, Phantom also did some aftercare before he left, applying something to soothe the sting from spanking me so hard.

I feel wrecked, sore all over. But that satisfaction is still there. For the first time in a long while, I’m completely sated, calm, and clearheaded.

It’s easy to grin as I sit up and stretch, wincing a bit at the pain. But it’s a bit like poking a bruise, a little addictive and hard to describe. It feels… good . This was exactly what I needed.

Carefully, I get off the bed and move to get dressed. There’s a bottle of water on the nightstand, and I chug it greedily. Clearly, I was fucking thirsty.

It’s nice to have this as an outlet. To have somewhere I can go to come undone and clear my head. Nothing works the same as this when it comes to focusing my mind and leaving me feeling unburdened.

But at the same time, I have to wonder—or worry , really—if this is becoming a crutch, this need to come here and get fucked roughly and violently by a man I don’t even know.

I hope it’s not. Because it’s so simple.

So much simpler than that ill-advised kiss with Emmett, because that only complicates things.

Phantom is just a man who wants this as much as I do.

He’s not affiliated with my gang or that world, and coming here to do these things with him helps keep me centered and focused. It makes me a better leader.

I suck in a deep breath, glance around to make sure I haven’t forgotten anything, and then finally leave the club, making my way past the mass of bodies still grinding on the dance floor.

The fresh air outside cools my heated skin, and I grab a change of clothes from my trunk and shimmy into them in the back seat of my car, making sure that the long sleeves and well-worn jeans cover all of the marks Phantom left on me.

Then I pull my hair back into a loose ponytail and drive back to the tattoo parlor, feeling so much better than I did when I left it.

It’s late by now, but Emmett and a few others are still there when I arrive. A small group of them are playing cards at the reception desk, and they glance up at me as I step into the shop.

“Hey, Quinn. Can I talk to you for a second?” Emmett asks, pushing himself up from the chair.

“You giving up?” Damon asks, grinning widely. “Because it sounds like you’re giving up.”

The others laugh, and Emmett rolls his eyes. “Whatever, fine. I’ll get in on the next hand.”

We don’t go too far, just to one of the back corners, but the others are engrossed in their game, teasing each other and bantering as they play their hands.

“Um, about earlier…” Emmett clears his throat, drawing my attention back to him. “I hope I didn’t?—”

I shake my head. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” I tell him. “I’m the one who kissed you, so that’s on me. But like I said before, it’s too complicated to go down that road, so I think it’s better that we just forget about it.”

Emmett frowns, his forehead creasing a little as if he was hoping I’d have changed my mind in the time since we last saw each other. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.” I nod decisively. “It’s better if we’re just friends. We have the gang to think about.”

“Right,” he agrees. But it’s clear he’s not thrilled by the prospect of forgetting about what happened between us downstairs earlier. He looks me over, his gaze darting down my body briefly, and I have to wonder what he sees.

I know there are no marks on me where he can see them from what Phantom put me through.

I was careful to make sure that my change of clothes cover them all up.

But it’s possible that he can smell the sex on me.

Phantom could tell Emmett had gone down on me, after all, and he went almost feral with jealousy over it.

If Emmett can tell that I’ve been with another man tonight though, he doesn’t say anything about it.

If I’m being honest with myself, I prefer Phantom’s reaction.

There was something so primal about the possessiveness he showed tonight—the way he made it clear that he didn’t want other men touching me.

It’s not like Phantom has any true claim on me, not really, since I don’t even know his name.

But for our brief bit of time at Le Bal Masque, I was all his. Only his.

“Boss.” Another gang member, Leon, comes over, interrupting my private moment with Emmett. “Is this a bad time?” He glances between the two of us curiously.

I hurry to shake my head. “No, we’re done talking. Do you have info for me?”

After we scoped out the site where Paulie was attacked earlier today, Leon is the one I tasked with asking around about the Princes of Carnage. I want to know if Nico’s story about their territory being targeted too is true or not.

Leon grins, nodding. “Yeah, I do. From what I can tell, we’re not the only ones getting fucked up by random attacks. Carnage has had their hands full with their own people getting taken out in a similar way that ours have been, and they’re not happy about it.”

“Can’t blame them for that,” Emmett mutters under his breath.

I make a face, wrinkling my nose. It’s not exactly good news to hear that.

It confirms what Nico told me earlier, but it would have been so much easier if the gang responsible for the attacks against my people was Carnage.

It would make me despise the Princes even more than I already do, but at least it wouldn’t be this unknown threat.

Either way, it’s a threat that has to be dealt with. I refuse to let this shit continue or get worse. Which means I need to talk to Nico again, as much as I don’t want to.

“What do you wanna do, boss?” Leon asks.

There’s really only one thing to do. I drag in a breath, my jaw tightening a little as I answer, “Get a message to Nico Morelli. Tell him I want to set up a meeting.”