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He waited a few more breaths. The shop was silent. They were still. Except for their pounding hearts, their heaving chests. He then slowly relaxed his hold on her. She couldn’t maintain the grip, and slipped away from him. He slipped out of her. It felt like a part of her had been amputated. Instantly she missed him. Missed being filled by his hard cock.
She took a few breaths and stared up at him. He stared back, as if seeing for the first time, as if breathing for the first time. She put her hand out and onto his chest. She was there for him. She wanted him to know, she was there for him. She saw him, she wasn’t afraid of him. She wanted him.
But the moment was broken.
When the body fell, after it had fallen, he had tucked himself back in his jeans, covered in her wetness. Then he’d pushed past her, stooping, checking the pulse. Satisfied, he stepped away.
She peered over his shoulder. She now felt panicky, lightheaded. It was catching up to her. He ripped the guy’s shirt open. And stared. She then fixed her gaze to the man’s chest, too, keen to understand the surprised look in Phantom’s eyes. There was a tattoo on his chest, a strange tattoo, kind of pinky purple in color, like it had faded, almost like a burn mark, she hadn’t seen anything like it before. A Virgin Mary, crying.
It looked like Phantom had seen a ghost. A spirit from his past, a specter that caused fright, horror. He battened it down though, as quickly as it had come. Locked it up, and picked up the body, draping it over his shoulder. He squatted and pushed himself up, and the dead weight of the man, too. With ease.
He clomped toward the shop door.
She realized she stood with the ripped remains of her leggings around her. Good thing she had a spare pair of jogging pants in a cupboard. She had a thousand questions batting around in her head. She wanted to say, wait... wait... who are they? What did he want? Why did he come? What did they want from me? Phantom... Why did you come back for me... how did you know he was going to break in… why did we just have the most amazing, silent sex ever?
None of that came out. Instead, she breathed, “Stop by for an ice cream tomorrow. On the house.”
He put his fingers to his lips one final time. It wasn’t a shush. It was a kiss. He blew her a kiss. Then he strolled out into the night with the unconscious man’s body over his shoulder like it was a yoga mat and he was going for a casual weekend morning sun salute class.
He was walking along the road with the unconscious fucker over his shoulder. Another Demonios. One he didn’t recognize. Phantom dumped the unconscious man down on the floor like he was a sack of footballs and Phantom was a tired little league coach. He pulled out his phone and typed. “Bring the van. Got something.”
He was sulking. He didn’t want to hang around with the unconscious body of a Demonios gang member, he wanted to be pressed up against Sophie’s warm little body again. He wanted to have his hard on against her, to feel her hard nipples brush against his chest, to have his own nipples tightening under his clothes at the friction. He wanted to have fucked her properly, stroked the inside of her salivating pussy with his hard cock. Not just pushed in and stared at her, frozen, like a freak.
His cock stuck to the inside of his briefs uncomfortably. It had been wet and now it was drying. He felt it, pulling slightly as the wetness of it crusted up. He trimmed his hair, he felt it sticking and catching on his jeans. Her wetness from inside her perfect little pussy. Fuck. After having slipped himself into her. Sophie, his Sugar Plum Fairy. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe what had happened. What he had done.
He’d been watching the shop but he’d seen that Latino fucker hanging around all day. Driving past. The same black car that had been driving by all week. Then the guy got bold and started walking past. Watching her. Then he had the gall to go into her shop. Phantom recognized something furtive about him. The man was calculating. Phantom knew it because he, himself, had done it so many times before. The man was working out how best to move in for the kill. Well, hell would freeze over before Phantom let anything happen to his sugar princess.
So he’d stomped in and got there just in the nick of time. Well actually no, with time to spare. Time to spend while she writhed about all over his body, struggling and squealing. It awakened him, it got the blood boiling in his veins, the life flowing through him again. Being close to her in that way, it was like being close to her, to kill her. With murder in mind. He smelled her sweat, like ice cream. He felt adrenaline thundering through his veins, the blood thrumming, his palms tight, sweating, shivers in his stomach. He was excited. He knew when he was finished, he’d have the dried-on remains of someone else on his skin. Fuck, it had driven him half mad. He’d wanted to yell at her. ‘Don’t move. Don’t move. Don’t fucking struggle. I’m loving you fucking struggling. And the screams. Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed about you screaming?’ He wanted to tell her. Fuck. Of course he hadn’t said any of that, he’d felt pre-cum ooze out of his slit when she’d started huffing and screaming into his hand. She didn’t know what she was doing. So innocent, so pure.
And yet, she’d seen it. She’d seen his desire. He had expected her to recoil, run, to look on with fear and hatred. That’s what people did to Phantom. People were afraid of him. People saw him as dangerous. People could see his need to kill. People could see his taste for blood. People gave him a wide berth. But Sophie had seen it all, and what had she done? She’d fucking batted her long lashes up and him and leaned in for a kiss.
Like she didn’t care. Like she wasn’t bothered that he was a demon from hell. She’d looked up with lust in her eyes, welcoming him. Beckoning him, like a mermaid to a pirate ship in a storm. Come this way, come to me. And like the doomed pirate bastards from the stories of old, he’d heard her call, and he’d followed.
He hadn’t wanted to dick around. He needed to feel flesh. Soft, wet, hot flesh. The kind of flesh that was only in one place on a woman. Inside her. Inside her core. Inside her cunt. He wanted to meet her, properly meet her halfway, where she was calling him, where he wanted to be. His fingers had moved of their own accord. Freeing himself, shucking off the clothes that seemed like frivolous, unnecessary hindrances. He couldn’t figure out how to unwrap her, so he defaulted to what he did best. Ripping. He wanted to get to her core, that was where the siren call was truly coming from. And he would go straight to the source.
And she’d taken him so perfectly, too. He’d wanted a moment to appreciate her, understand and revel in the feeling he’d never had before. A sense of belonging, a sense of rightness. She’d seen it and understood and let him have it. She hadn’t demanded him to ride her faster, she hadn’t whimpered and gotten frightened. She’d taken him with perfection, she had felt his piercings but hadn’t questioned them. She’d been pleasured by them but hadn’t let that pleasure override the purer feeling that they were sharing. That feeling of connection.
She had wanted to touch, she had wanted to look. He’d have to be careful about that next time. If there was a next time. His step nearly stuttered on the sidewalk as he thought about a next time. That was the only thing that made him catch though. He seamlessly fell back into the long stride, the Latino man on his shoulder fully out. Sophie couldn’t touch certain parts of him. He wouldn’t let her anywhere near his tally marks. She wouldn’t understand, she would freak out, then the spell would be broken. Then she would see him for the monster he was. Somehow she was blind to it right now. How could she not see? He could let her taste. That was the only sense she could use on him. She couldn’t touch him, she couldn’t look at him. She couldn’t damn well hear him because he didn’t make any sounds. But she could taste him, and he looked forward to the day she did.
Ten minutes later he sat in the van, with Ash and Jared. Jared drove, tight lipped. The man in the back of the van groaned and thumped the side of the van. Phantom knew he’d have to offer up an explanation, so he typed on his phone to the group-wide MC text chat. Ash sat next to him in the van, staring at his phone screen as the MC group chat exploded.
* * *
“So… he’s definitely Demonios?”Colt asked.
They all stood around in the boardroom now. It wasn’t ready yet, they didn’t have a table in it or anything. But they could hardly take the guy into the bar where they’d usually meet. Ash had supplied zip ties for the prisoner’s wrists and ankles and duct tape for over his mouth. Of course Ash had cable ties to spare. The guy was tied up, his suit rumpled, but he didn’t seem very perturbed. Like he’d been tied up before, hustled and interrogated. Like he knew the drill to this. He scowled like they were a minor inconvenience.
Was he definitely Demonios? Phantom stepped forward and roughly pulled at the man’s shirt. Buttons snapped off, the man protested behind the tape, but it was no use, Phantom was able to expose the skin on his pectoral. The Demonios brand, burnt on, a simple decal of the Virgin Mary, crying. Phantom had been shocked by it. He’d got almost everyone on the SoCal Demonios membership list. He had one more to go in fact. So who was this guy? He didn’t recognize him. There were other Demonios branches in different states, sure, he hadn’t thought twice about them, it was SoCal members he was going after. It was SoCal members that stole him and broke him and turned him into a demon.
Colt sighed. “And he was going to kill your ice cream fairy? You sure? It wasn’t just a robbery or something?”
Phantom fixed him with a gaze that could have withered a cactus.
“Phantom saw the car a few times now, didn’t you buddy? It was planned. But why target Sophie’s Soft Scoops? Why Sophie?” Jared asked.
“Demonios haven’t been seen or heard from in California for a year. They disappeared... Completely. The biggest drug cartel operating in California, gone overnight… now one guy in a suit and a black sedan shows up and was about to murder your missus?” Ash voiced aloud what they were all thinking. “Seems unlikely to be a coincidence.”
Rafe stepped forward and ripped the tape off the man’s mouth. “Why were you about to kill Sophie?” he demanded.
