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His tip pushes into my opening, and I gasp, pulling against his hands, but they hold me firmly in place. He’s so big. Even after all this time, I haven’t gotten used to the sheer size of my shadow beasts. Sometimes it feels like my body isn’t made to handle cocks this big. Other times? Other times it feels like the most incredible thing to be so small and have men who are so well-endowed.
He plunges into me. It’s harder than I expected, but I missed him so fucking much that I don’t care. He keeps thrusting, and my legs curl around his back, allowing him to take me deeper, but then the way he thrusts gets uncomfortable. Too fast and too hard before I’m ready.
When I try to pull free, he clenches my wrists harder. I try to wrench away but he holds me, his eyes dark. “Fuck, Ann. You have no idea how incredible your pussy feels.”
I’m not a prude at all, but his language surprises me. He’s never been crude with me before. Maybe I was rubbing off on him.Who knew?Instead of worrying about it, I close my eyes and concentrate on the kisses he’s trailing along my neck. They aren’t tender, but the sensation is erotic. And even though he didn’t say it, I suspect he’s slowing down because he realized he’d gotten too rough.
My Phantom.
He moves down so he can nibble my breasts. His scruff scratches my skin a little, but the feeling isn’t unpleasant. In fact, it keeps me present. Keeps me from simply being lost in his touch. He sucks my breasts harder and harder, and now my body feels better prepared for his massive length. His teeth bite a little, and I gasp, instinctually trying to lift my hands, but his grip keeps me in place.
Lifting away from my breasts, he returns and kisses my mouth once more, hard, before thrusting inside of me once more. This time, he’s even more intense than before as he pounds his body into mine. The sensation is a thin line between pleasure and pain, but I try to focus on the pleasure, to match his rhythm, but all I can do is hang on.
He plunges in an out until I’m on the edge, then he pinches one nipple as he sucks the other, and my body flies apart. My orgasm hits me so hard that my head is spinning, and I’m barely aware of who I am or where. But he’s not done yet. He drives into me harder and deeper, faster and faster, until he finally grunts and comes. I feel his hot seed as it spills inside of me, and it feels perfect. Perfect that we both came. That we’re together again.
After a moment, he lets go of my wrists, panting hard above me.
My wrists are sore, and my fingers feel a little numb, which surprises me. I hadn’t realized how hard he was holding me, probably hard enough that his grip will leave bruises, which is unlike him. Not bad. But not like Phantom.
In fact, something just feels… off about our love making. He was rough. Too rough. In a strange way. My men aren’t exactly delicate in bed, but none of them have left me feeling anything but satisfied. This time though, I feel sore.
I shake off the thoughts because although our sex was roughly passionate, that’s all it was. Not cruel. Not unpleasant. It’s like I’m trying to ruin a nice moment with crazy worries, and I’m not about to do that right now.
He rolls off of me to lie on his back, arm thrown over his eyes. It’s unlike Phantom, who typically loves to cuddle after sex, but I imagine he’s as overwhelmed by all of this as I am. Or maybe I’m making this all into a big deal because I was stupid enough to have sex with him before asking him all the questions that seem to be haunting me. Most women don’t want to sleep with someone when they have a bunch of things stressing them out.
“Phantom.” He shoots me a side eye, peeking at me beneath his arm, and I smile. “You said we misunderstood. But what did we get wrong?” Maybe it’s the after-sex euphoria that makes me brave, but I want him to tell me that he’s coming back, that he let his father take him so he could destroy him himself, but instead, he gives me a smile that’s so creepy it actually makes my breath catch.
“All life on earth is meaningless, Ann.”
“What?”He didn’t just say that.
“Ann, think about it. We can have everything we ever wanted here.”Does he mean live in a world with pure darkness, no plants, and just a bunch of half-dead creatures running around in it? That’s everything we ever wanted?“You just have to stop caring aboutthere.” He leans up on his elbows and looks down at me. There’s possession in his gaze, ownership, and my stomach clenches.
I won’t be owned.
“Nothing can survive like that. Maybe us, but not the humans, the fae, the shifters… not all of them.”
He shrugs. “They don’t really matter.”
Oh, hell…
“And what about your brothers? They’re on earth. They’ve been fighting the king and his men. Are they really going to be safe here?” I have to ask. They’re fighting so hard to get him back. He should know how important he is to them, what they’re willing to do, to sacrifice, although, I’m not sure it matters to him or that he’s going to care. Not the man who’s sitting in front of me right now.
“Dusk and the other two can come here. They can be safe as our servants.” His smile gets creepier by the second. “All you have to do–each of you–is accept that this is how it’s going to happen. That this is our new world, with my father ruling.”
He’s so confident, actually smug, that I can’t believe he’s the same man we’ve been so desperately trying to find and save. More than that, I can’t believe I was so fooled when I woke up to think he was the Phantom I had fallen in love with. Because the real Phantom would not want both our worlds to be like this one. And the real Phantom would know that there’s no way Dusk, Onyx, or Rayne would ever serve him.
Still, I’m here, with him alone, away from his father. There might be a way to get him to see the truth. He might not seem to care about his brother or earth, but I think hemightcare about me still. “I don’t want that. I want the shadow king to fall, for us to save both our worlds, and for us all to be together as equals.”
He shakes his head and then stops and looks at me. “I promise, you’ll change your mind.” His confidence levels up as does the overall creepiness of his smile. “I can be very persuasive.”
Before I can figure out what he means or how he plans to try, he rolls out of the bed, pulls on his boxers, then goes to the door, opens it, and leaves. While I’m sitting up trying to figure what the hell just happened, I hear a click of metal sliding against metal, which my instinct screams is more than a door latch. It’s a lock.
There’s something so final about the sound my heart twists in response, but I try to ignore it. Wrapping a blanket around my body, I run to the door and pull at it with all the strength I have in my body… but it doesn’t budge. It’s heavy and solid, like a prison door.
Accepting that the door is useless, I go to the window and look out, hoping to find a quick escape. Throwing open the window, I look down far below and gasp. It’s like one of those fairy tales with a woman locked in a tower, only, it’s worse. Because it’s not just that I’m high up, it’s also that this place is a nightmare.
Below me is a moat. A moat with black water that stands still like a mirror. Except with no light in the sky and no light across the dark lands, it’s like looking into the waters of hell rather than normal water. All around me is nothingness as far as I can see, with the exception of torches that line the walls that surround us and more torches that seem to be being carried by trolls as they walk the dark lands around me.
