Chapter Sixteen
I haven’t seen Damien since that night. It’s been almost a week, and Halloween is looming around the corner like a bad omen. Something inside me has changed. Ever since Damien’s little confession, I’ve felt off, and not as drawn to Phantom. It’s allowed Autumn to get even closer.
So close that they’re making out on his bed, and I’m too lost in my head to really make it stop today.
“Take that,” I say, but my efforts come out bored and feeble, because the bottle just falls off the desk, barely making a sound over their moans.
Phantom’s hands caress parts of her they shouldn’t, but I’m too busy staring out the window, watching Damien walk around outside, strolling the perimeter of the building with his hands behind his back, lost in deep thought.
“Do you have a condom?” Autumn whispers.
That snaps me out of the mental prison I’m in. My eyes dart their way to find Phantom laying over the top of her, both of them naked from the waist up, her tits too perky for my liking as his mouth worships them.
He nods once, then huskily whispers back, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Autumn.”
She smiles. “If you think I don’t want you, Blake, then you haven’t gotten to know me very well. I’m mainly worried about Eve. I don’t think she can take us being together.”
“You’re right. The thought of you two being together makes me want to vomit.”
She’s got me blocked out, too consumed with Blake to hear me. That’s when I see it… the flutter.
She raises her legs so he can pull down her pants. Their eyes lock, his hand moving between her legs until they’re spread.
Her eyes close in ecstasy, opening herself long enough for me to crawl in. She’s too lost in his touch to notice me inside of her. Her soul’s calling out and purring for more.
It’s in her most vulnerable moment that I strike, locking her behind my own damn door as I take over her body.
He goes in to kiss her, the move gentle and done with care, but he’s not dealing with her anymore. He’s dealing with me. Angry… vengeful… ready to ruin whatever it is they have going on.
“Shit!” he yells, recoiling when I bite down viciously on his lip.
“Damn, Autumn, what the fuck?”
“I like it rough,” she says. It may be her voice, but I’m the one in control.
“Really?” His eyes darken with delight, just like I knew they would.
“Yup,” she rasps out, hand moving between his legs to stroke him as she gets up on her knees, meeting him eye to eye. “I like to be fucked hard.”
His eyes widen when my mouth licks up his throat. “I want the devil to come out of you.”
He grins. “That can be arranged.”
She takes his hand, fitting it around her throat. “I want you to take me and punish me until I can’t breathe.”
“This doesn’t sound like you, Autumn.”
She places a hand on his chest, fluttering her eyes up at him innocently. “Did you think I was pure? That I didn’t like a good hard fucking?”
“No, but…”
“No buts, Phantom.” He groans as her mouth wraps around his cock and sucks him to the back of her throat.
She gags because, unlike me, she fucking can’t take it.
“Start with my face and work your way down. Claim me. Own me. Make me yours. But do it hard. Punish me for being the naughty little bitch of your dreams.”
He seems hesitant, but when she does that special thing—that thing Eve only knew how to do, tweaking his balls with her hands until he’s shooting out cum—he’s done for.
He rips her mouth off his dick, throwing her face first onto the pillow, ass in the air, smacking it harder than he’s ever smacked me.
“Naughty bitches get spanked.”
“I like that,” she hisses.
He crawls up behind her, his hand dragging up until it’s wrapped around her throat. “Naughty bitches get choked.”
It’s fucking glorious to have him at his best.
Wickedly brutal.
Taking out his aggression on poor little Autumn. He should’ve known better. He should’ve known I’d never let him make love to her like she wanted.
She knocks violently on the door between us, her screams to let her out quieted by his grunts as he violently thrusts into her pussy, taking her hard and rough, just how I like it.
“Eve, you gotta stop this. Get out of my damn body!”
But I block her out, enjoying the feeling of having Blake inside me again.
Vessel or not, I can see it in the way his eyes darken with lust. He’s not thinking about Autumn in this moment; he’s thinking about me.
All the dark and dirty things we did behind closed doors.
Choking me until my eyes saw white spots, and his handprint lingered for days.
He fucks her like he did every time he was angry. Vicious and cruel. Not caring if it hurt or left marks. He wasn’t a violent person outside the bedroom, but in it, he was king. His chamber of torture our home. It was our little secret. Now she knows it too.
“That’s it, baby, whimper for me.”
A soft whimper escapes Autumn’s lips, but it only lasts a few seconds before he silences it with a vicious kiss.
“Yes,” I hiss out. “Torture her. Make her leave.”
He doesn’t know I’m controlling this. All of it. He doesn’t realize he’s about to lose her.
Then he flips her over, rolling her on top of his body until she’s fucking him hard, his hand wrapped around her throat, giving it a little squeeze of encouragement.
“That’s it. Fucking ride my dick.” He smacks her tits, then tugs her bottom lip between his teeth, drawing blood.
This is my chance.
“Fuck me harder, Blakey, fuck me until I’m raw.”
He misses it. That little piece of me I threw out that he didn’t catch. But this next one will get him.
He pumps even harder, sweat dotting his brow, her tiny body nothing compared to his brute strength.
She bends down, giving him one more playful nibble on the lips before his hand starts tightening, and she whispers into his ear, “That’s right, baby, strangle her so we can be together again.”
He stills, everything stopping as he blinks up in shock.
“Eve?”
She grins. “Miss me, baby?”
“Fuck, Eve, this is messed up. What the fuck are you doing?”
She laughs, fluffing her curls for effect, his hand still wrapped around her throat.
It’s then that I step out of her, allowing her to realize just who Blake really is.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she screeches, slapping his hand away, grasping at her throat that’s already marked and purple.
“Autumn? Fuck! Oh my god, baby, I’m so sorry. I thought… fuck. I thought you were Eve.”
She jumps off him, cowering in the corner in fear. “Is that how you treated her? Is that how you treat women?”
“No! I—I—” he stutters, but the words don’t come out right. “I’m sorry, please forgive me. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen. It was Eve! She fucking possessed you.”
Autumn quickly tugs on her clothes, tears flowing down her face. “And that makes it right? Possessed or not, if that’s the kind of girl you want in the bedroom, Blake, I’m not interested.”
“Autumn, wait! Don’t go. I lo—”
But she’s already gone before he can finish his declaration, running from the room in tearful sobs, still clutching her throat that I masterfully used to control him.
It’s then that I hear the crash, his anger turning to rage. One bottle hits the wall, and then another, causing enough commotion for his brothers to come running.
“IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, EVE!” he rages, tears pricking his eyes.
“Yes,” I reply, loving every minute of his relationship’s downfall.
Now he and I can be together forever without her interference. My plan executed to perfection.
But what he says next stops me in my tracks, my smile fading.
“IF YOU WANTED ME TO HATE YOU, THEN YOUR PLAN WORKED. FUCKING STAY OUT OF MY LIFE, EVE! YOU’RE NOT WELCOME HERE!”
Then his door slams, his words sealing me out in the hallway.
It’s then that I notice Damien hovering just down the hall, his eyes full of hurt as he shakes his head in disappointment, seconds before he disappears.
“Damien, wait!”
But it’s too late. Not only did I just lose the love of my life, but I think I lost my only friend. The only ghost who actually cared about me in the afterlife.