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Skyla squirms. “You should finish your dinner.”
Fuck the dinner!
“Skyla it’s you that I want,” I growl with darkened eyes. “Do you understand me? I want you in every position possible. I want my fingers in your hair, my tongue in your mouth and my cock strangled by your wet ass cunt.”
Twitching she drops her utensils and they fall with a chime on the floor. “Phantom!” she cries, so red in the face it seems she can’t get enough oxygen but at least that’s a better reaction than her trying to push me away.
“Needed to make myself clear,” I grunt and her gaze darkens as she jumps down from the window. With a deer in headlights look on her face, she lunges as if about to run out but I block her. She groans when I spin her around and push the swollen formation down my pants into her behind. “Are we on the same page, angel?” I moan into her neck and she shivers.
“Don’t k...know,” she stutters, inhaling when I take her hand and wrap it around my meat knife. Holding onto her fist with my own, I bring it down to the table.
“But I need you to know. There can be no doubts in that pretty, blonde little head of yours.”
Guiding the knife, I carve her name then a plus and then my own name, then equals and I finish off with forever.
This is about as romantic as I get.
“You see now,” I whisper, “I don’t think I could be any more obvious.” Dropping the knife, I slide my hands up her shirt, stroking her waist and I’m about to cup a handful of her big breasts when she jerks.
“Wait,” she gasps and I scowl, waiting. When she doesn’t react, I take a step back, waiting for her to figure it out but it doesn’t seem like she wants to figure it out. Throwing me a disappointed look, she lets out a frustrated groan and runs out.
Cursing, I smack my chair into the table.
Mobsters don’t deal with mixed messages. I clench my jaw. Maybe I need to let Skyla know.
6.
Skyla
I’m playing with fire.
I can feel Phantom’s frustration in the air, his pent-up need and it makes my hand shake as I open up the bucket with paint. Dipping the brush, I drag it across the wall and take a deep breath to center myself.
Guess this place is getting a pink makeover then.
Phantom’s going to hate it but he’s letting me do this because he cares about me. He wants me to stay. Which means we want the same thing but ones I tell him the truth, his thoughts will change. I’m sure of it and because of it, I don’t want to tell him.
I know I’m being sneaky, I know I’m being bad and far from the pure girl he’s convinced I am but I’m too scared of rocking the boat. This is the first time in my life that I feel truly anchored. Secure. Its valuable to me and I’m terrified of losing it.
He has given me a home. He gives me three meals a day, a warm bed to sleep in and as if that wasn’t enough he looks at me like I hold up the sky. I want him to keep seeing me that way and feeling frazzled, I dip the brush again.
“You just left,” Phantom growls, walking into the living room. “I wasn’t finished.”
“Sorry dude,” I breathe with flushed cheeks, caught between a rock and a hard place.
Phantom scowls. “Did you just call me dude?”
Letting out a nervous laugh, I nod. “Aha, think I did.”
Gritting his jaw, he looks at me through narrow eyes. “You don’t put mobsters in the friend zone, baby. We don’t fuck around like that.”
I gulp, freezing with the paint brush as Phantom moves to sit on the couch and he drags a hand through his hair. All that silver falls over his burly shoulders like a waterfall and it’s a miracle I haven’t sunk my nails into him yet.
His words echo in my ears. He doesn’t get put in the friend zone. In what zone should I put him then, because he can’t be my lover? I feel myself going red again and I glance at him. His gaze is firmly fixed on me and he has no scruples whatsoever.
He knows something’s up but he doesn’t care what. He just wants me. Forever. I’m trying to stay in my lane but he’s making it so difficult. Looking over my shoulder, I shiver at his intensity and I can barely do my work if he’s going to keep distracting me.
“I could take you if I wanted to,” he rasps as he leans back and I gulp. “Do you want me to, angel?”
