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A final sweep of the room to ensure everyone had seen, and he came back to her with his laser focused gaze.
“Phantom-” she mumbled against his stubbly neck as he roughly flicked her clit with his thumb. His cock was leaking pre-cum between her thighs. He pulled out another knife, from the holster on his waist. Yes, he was carrying his knives tonight. He hadn’t wanted to take any chances with Sophie coming. He’d answer to Colt for it in the morning, he was sure but he didn’t fucking care right now. He got the third knife out and held it horizontally, parallel with the ground. He unapologetically pushed the handle into Sophie’s mouth. Some men bit a rose between their teeth as a gesture of romance. Phantom had her biting down on a knife, sideways in her mouth, handle to the right, blade to the left. Such a good fucking little Sugar Plum Fairy. Her mouth stretched around it. Just like it did around his cock. He smiled. He was a demon from hell but she was his redemption. She was his savior. She didn’t have to do anything, she didn’t have to say anything. She just had to take him and his sick predilections and let him work it out himself, to the point where the monster faded away and the man came to the front again. And that only happened when he was balls deep in her little cunt that she oh so willingly gave him.
And the best part about it? She was showing him she could be just as fucked up and twisted as he was.
He was angry. She could feel the anger in his rough movements, his frenzy. He huffed. He was struggling. She was struggling to come to terms with how ridiculously turned on she was by this insane piece of theater. This possessiveness, literally pinning her up for all to see. Shooing away any rivals, and showing everyone else what it meant to be Phantom’s woman. She was being used in front of the whole MC, and she absolutely loved it. She let him release his anger and frustration on her. She liked that she could be a release for him.
She was wet from everyone watching, she liked the thrill of it. She liked that she knew Colt and April were touching each other on the sofa, watching them. She liked that they liked watching her and Phantom, getting more aroused, getting down to it. She wanted them to see Phantom like this. Aroused, alive. Being pleasured, feeling desire. Just a man. Nothing more, or less. Not the monster in the darkness. A human with a heart after all.
She bit the knife, holding it in her teeth so she could move her lips and speak. “Your cock. Here. Now,” she said thickly, around the knife handle in her mouth. She felt her desire pulling tighter and tighter within her. She felt her power of speech waning. Soon, he would be speaking and she would simply be trying to breathe. Simply holding onto the edge, sighing into the darkness.
He grabbed his cock, between them, snagged her panties to the side with two hooked fingers and without a pause, pushed himself into her. Sophie gasped around the hilt of the knife he’d put in her mouth. This was beyond anything she could have dreamed up. In front of everyone. Literally pinned in place. Forced to show herself.
No, Phantom was showing her off. She had the pink tinge of embarrassment in her cheeks, but she wasn’t ashamed. She was proud to be his woman. His fuck toy right now. Proud that he wanted to show her off like this. Literally pinned up and letting him break her. It was pleasure, but he took her roughly, and immediately began to pound into her, pull back and pound again. The pace was fast. The force was hard. His skin was hot. Everyone saw. She heard whispers, gasps, and people’s breathing. She heard people moaning with desire themselves, the little catch in their throats. She couldn’t look, she closed her eyes but that made it more erotic. Aroused by her and Phantom. Eli.
“I’m sorry,” she tried to say around the blade handle. She felt the need to apologize, she felt like this was angry sex, like he was punishing her. Not hurting her, but forcing himself on her. Not thinking of her pleasure, her comfort, he was in the mood to take. “I didn’t realize he was coming onto me, I wouldn’t have talked to him-” it came out a garbled mess.
He growled and bit her throat. To silence her. He blinked furiously now, almost battling to still see through his rage and lust. She liked Phantom’s violence. She liked that his hands were being rough with her. That she could feel his strength. The barely contained potential in his limbs. Like a crouching jaguar, power pent up in tight muscles and poised flesh. She liked that he was solely focused on her, feasting off her, consuming her, violently, ferociously. He could hurt. He could kill. But he was choosing to pleasure. To please. To gorge himself. To let himself go, and to let her go. With all the strength in his body. He was choosing to love.
“You are the only one I want-” she tried to mutter.
He put his hand to her jaw now. Half clamping her head in place, half covering her mouth to silence her. He wanted her to shut up. She could taste his hand, slightly salty. She couldn’t say any more if she tried. The darkness was lapping against her now, taking her, claiming her.
He groaned, his eyes rolling up into his head. She knew it was from pleasure. She sucked the sideways knife hilt, biting down a little on the handle, imagining it was his throbbing cock in her mouth. She felt desire, coursing, searing, through her veins. She had to have release. She wanted that, but she also wanted to enjoy the build up. She wanted to feel pleasure. She knew he would guide her to that edge, hold her as she teetered, pull her back, then, when he deemed it was time, send her over with one short, sharp push.
It should have been dirty, seeking this feeling in front of others, but it was beautiful. She realized she’d learned to label this as dirty, crude, irresponsible. But the wildness in her reared its head and roared with triumph. She wanted to be a part of it, feel it with them. And that was okay. This was his lifestyle. No judgment, doing what he wanted. He didn’t want to speak. That was okay. They didn’t force him. He wanted to throw knives at anyone who threatened what was his. That was okay, he could. He wanted to fuck her in front of everyone, pinned to the wall. It was all okay. Phantom was redefining what she considered naughty and dirty. Nothing felt wrong, naughty or dirty with him, everything felt good. Purely and simply good.
She didn’t care, she felt a bond with the man in front of her. The man she would live and die for. The man she wanted by her side, through darkness and light, through chaotic noise and still silence. The man she loved.
He was pistoning into her at a punishing pace, she matched his thrusts by pulling and clenching herself around him when he was deep inside her, teasing herself with the contractions. But he was still angry. Maybe less at her, maybe at himself, maybe at the other guy. He was scowling, a real frown, his face darkening with the effort of his movements, perspiration breaking out on his skin.
Meaning she could smell him now, as well. Sweet and dewy, his forehead pinned to hers. His breath was ragged. His face and lips so close to the blade that ran to the left of their faces. She felt his scratchy chin on her face. He rasped his jaw over hers, leaving a burning sensation behind. He was an assault on her senses.
She realized he was taking himself over that edge and she was going to be left behind. That was her punishment, her retribution. She smiled to herself. Not really a punishment. She knew he’d make her come the next time, and she knew there would be a next time.
As she felt her orgasm build to painful levels, the one thought that crossed her mind was, she wasn’t so vanilla after all. Phantom lived a wild lifestyle, but Sophie could meet that wildness, too, she thought, with a smile. She could give in to her deepest and darkest desires. It turned out she liked being pinned to the wall by throwing knives, stripped and fucked in front of everyone. Who knew?
Fuck. Shit. He hissed silently. He was close. At the rate he was going, he wasn’t going to wait for her, he was taking himself over the edge, without an apology. She could see it, she knew, and she wanted him to. She almost encouraged him. But even that was hot to her. She was so perfect. So perfectly good and sweet, his little Sugar Plum Fairy. Taking his knife, taking his cock. In front of everyone. He tilted his head back, his eyes rolling back into his head.
He had to take her into the darkness. He was going to explode and he couldn’t do it here. He wanted to make noise. He wanted to explode loudly, he wanted to tell her faster, harder. To stop apologizing. He didn’t blame her, he was just riled up. He needed release. He wanted to roar. He needed her. He loved her. He wanted to tell her how much he fucking loved her. He wanted to let go with her, to shout with her, for her to hear him. Really hear him.
No, he wasn’t going to end this out here. He had to speak. He had to take her away somewhere private so he could speak.
He pulled out, his cock lolled wetly against his jeans, but he didn’t care. She cried out. She was close, he knew it wouldn’t take much for her to come, too. He had purposely denied her the pleasure. It was part of her punishment, part of his power play, she could see that. She was fine with that. He saw understanding in her eyes. He saw how he left her unsatisfied. One side of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. He was proud of himself. He liked what he saw. Her desperate, needy, meeting his madness, matching it, goading him on.
I’m a possessive freak, it’s true. You are mine, no one else’s, he thought to himself. His eyes raked her up and down one more time. Then he turned.
He yanked the knife out from beside her head. Sophie dropped like a stone. She spat the other knife out of her mouth. Her legs took none of her weight. But he caught her. Her panties snapped back into place to cover her. He picked her up, over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift, her pert butt on display for everyone to see. And he wanted everyone to see. He proudly displayed his prize. He walked through the clubhouse audaciously, carrying her back to his room. People looked. Good, he wanted them to look. This is what it looked like when Phantom chose something. When Phantom spoke up, fuck using words, he could speak without words. And people listened. This is what happened when Phantom got his way.
* * *
He carriedher through the clubhouse bar, to the grand staircase that led upstairs to the bedrooms on the first floor. She was squeezing her legs together and panting, his trousers were undone, his cock half out, half wet still. He was going to strip off his clothes and plunge right back into her. No putting her on her knees, trying to avoid her touch. Fuck it. If she tried to touch him, he’d punish her by making her wait longer until she came. He literally saw red but it wasn’t because he wanted to kill. No, it was clear as day to him now, he wanted to love. He wanted to love her all night long and all the nights he had on this earth.
He had to show her, he had to tell her.
He was pounding along the corridor now, to his room, like a mad man on a mission.
He snatched his key card out of his pocket of his jeans, held it to the lock, waiting for the beep, then swung the door open.
