Chapter Fifteen
After dropping off Autumn, Phantom immediately returns to the clubhouse, which is perfect, because Damien’s lurking around, and I need him right now. He’s the only one who can help me scare this bitch off from ever returning.
I find him casually leaning outside of the war room, doing his best not to fall through the wall.
The second he sees me, he’s got that confident, casual smile on his face, ogling me like he’s ready to devour me whole. When he winks, there’s a strange shiver that crawls up my spine, but I shake it off as being annoyance and repulsion.
“Stop looking at me like that; it’s creepy.”
He laughs. “Sorry, Dollface, when perfection enters the room, you can’t help but stare at it.”
Rolling my eyes, I march straight up to him, ready to give him one hell of an ultimatum. “I have a proposition for you.”
“What’s up?” he asks, suddenly intrigued by my voice dropping into a low whisper.
“You want to fuck me, right?”
He straightens, his good eye widening just a tad. “Well, of course. Who wouldn’t?”
“Then I need you to show me how to possess someone.”
He laughs. “Is that all?”
“Yes! I want to possess Autumn and make her leave for good. The only way I can do that is by ruining whatever it is they have. So, I need you to show me how to do it.”
Frowning, he scrubs the back of his neck, looking a bit apprehensive.
“I don’t know, Eve. Possessing people is kinda my gift, like throwing things is yours.
I’m not sure if you’d be able to do it correctly without hurting someone.
” Then that stupid eye does the seductive wink thing again, and I snap.
“Wink at me again, and I’ll stab out your good eye.”
“God, you’re so feisty. I love it.”
“Look, Damien. I need this, okay? Phantom’s falling for Autumn more each day, and I need him to remember why he loves me.
The only way I can do that is by getting close to him again.
I can’t do that on my own. And you’re the only ghost within a room’s radius that can help me.
So, will you do it? Can you help me learn to possess? ”
He glances towards Krueger, who’s been eavesdropping this whole time. He doesn’t say anything, but he must’ve done something to deter him, because Damien declines. “Sorry, Dollface, no can do.”
“This is your doing, isn’t it?” I shout at Krueger, whipping around to face him. “Why can’t you just let me have this?”
Krueger moves across the room, then gently grasps my shoulders.
“Because it’s for your own good, Eve. You’re already getting too powerful.
If you dabble in possession, it becomes easier for the Dark Ones to feed on your soul.
I can’t let that happen. As weird as it sounds, I’m a little fond of you. You’re like a daughter to me.”
If I were a sentimental ghost, I’d probably melt at his words, but instead, they fuel my desire to possess people more.
“I’ll do it on my own then. I’ll learn how to possess someone without you two!”
Damien laughs. “Good luck with that, Dollface. It’s not as easy as it looks.”
But neither one of them knows how determined Eve can be. I’ll show them. I’ll show everyone. You should never underestimate a woman on a mission.
My tether to Phantom has gotten a bit longer. Now I can move to almost the end of the hallway without being thrown backwards. Which is perfect, because my second favorite club member is about to fuck a cute little Annie, and I’m gonna join them.
Creeper smoothly maneuvers her behind the door, suavely closing it behind him. Her nickname is Esther, but I only find that out when he seductively says it in her ear.
“You ready for some dick, Esther?”
She nods, moaning when he peppers her neck with kisses that stop at her cleavage. “The last girl who fucked me got ruined forever.”
“Oooh, that’s me!” I shout, waving my hands around like a madwoman.
Then I hear his laugh. That confident, slick, charismatic chuckle he’s so fucking famous for. “The poor guy has no idea he only fucks good because of me,” Damien says with a smile.
“Go away. You already said you wouldn’t help me.”
He moves closer. “You’ll hurt yourself if you don’t time it right, Dollface. I care about you too much to let you get hurt like that.”
“I can take it!” I challenge.
Damien ignores me, taking a few confident strides until he’s right behind Creeper.
“The key is to make sure their mind is lost with lust. You can tell because there’s a certain twinkle when their eyes are open.
” He studies Creeper closely, watching for the moment his eyes softly flutter closed.
“And a certain flutter when they’re closing them. Just like that.”
He then casually walks straight into Creeper’s body, taking over the handsome biker without resistance.
Creeper ends the kiss, his smile spreading with too much confidence to be him.
I always thought Creeper was a good-looking guy, though I’ve never really been into redheads.
But Creeper’s one of the few guys with red hair that I’ve ever been attracted to.
Shaved on all sides, and long on top, his hair flops sexily over one of his deep brown eyes, drawing you in.
He’s pretty tan for a redhead, and despite having a few crooked teeth, his smile is to die for.
He’s covered in sexy tattoos, so when he drags off his shirt and throws it to the ground, my ghostly titties go wild, peaking like horny little buds.
“Good to see I still turn you on,” Creeper growls.
Esther thinks he’s talking to her, but his eyes are focused on me.
He moves her to her knees, unbuckling his belt until his cock springs to life.
“Do you remember?” he questions, head tilting back as she takes him all in.
“How I fucked your beautiful face just like this?” He fists her hair, fucking her face until she starts gagging.
“How full I made you with my cock and cum?”
Flashes of the night Damien died spur into my brain, and I gasp, realizing he may have been telling the truth.
He stroked away my tears, trying to calm me as he held a towel around my wrist, making sure to keep me centered even though I was spiraling.
“Take a deep breath, Eve.”
“I—I can’t,” I heaved, unable to catch my breath.
Damien gently caressed my face, forcing me to look up at him. “You don’t have to spiral, Eve. I got you. I promise.”
Collapsing against him, he kissed the top of my head as he pulled me onto his lap, still holding my wrist, allowing my tears to soak into his shirt.
“I love him,” I whimpered. “So fucking much.”
He nodded, listening to me attentively while his dick hardened between my legs. I noticed, but I chose to ignore it, enjoying the attention when everything inside me felt broken and incomplete.
“Why won’t he claim me, Damien? What makes me so bad?”
Damien lifts my chin, then kisses me. It’s a kiss that awakened something deep inside me. A kiss that shouldn’t have existed but changed everything. “It’s because he doesn’t really see you, Dollface. Not like I do.”
“What do you mean?”
He wrapped my wrist up in an old white shirt, then took off his cut, placing it gently on the bed beside us. “Let me show you,” he begged, and I was too weak to say no.
Our lips crashed together, forbidden lust bubbling to the surface in fire and flame. His hot hands moved down my body, grabbing my tits until they were out of my shirt and his tongue was worshipping them.
My head tilted back, the gasp electric. My body hit the bed first, then my skirt was hiked up, just enough to remove my white lace panties.
“How can you wear such an angelic color when you were always meant to dance with the devil?”
He pocketed my panties, growling under his breath, a possession I didn’t know existed. “Those are mine now.”
I nodded, knowing I shouldn’t be giving in like this, but I wanted Phantom to hurt. I wanted him to feel the pain I did.
Damien’s mouth disappeared between my legs, feasting on my pussy like he had been starving for months. My legs shook with ecstasy the higher he hiked them up, one over his shoulder, the other bent for a deeper consumption.
“You taste just as I expected. Forbidden. Sweet. And all fucking mine.”
Then his fingers were inside me, spreading, searching, looking for that goddamn place where most men become lost and never return. “Damien, fuck! Don’t stop! Please.”
“Beg me for it!” he growled. “Beg me to make you cum.”
“Pleassse,” I replied on a gasp. “Let me cum.”
Then his licks got hungrier, his eyes darkening like a feral beast. His tongue gave me a lashing I so desperately deserved, and that finger. God, its punishments sent me over the edge.
The scream that ripped out of me shattered the room, turning me into a needy little bitch who wanted fucking everything she shouldn’t ask for.
My cum covered his face, and he devoured each drop like he was storing honey for winter. He was so hard. So fucking ready, but I couldn’t let it go past oral sex. Not if I wanted to keep Phantom.
So, I stopped him from crawling up my body, sitting up before slowly dropping to my knees on the floor. My fingers couldn’t dig fast enough, ripping open the buckle on his belt, almost popping the button loose. Then his cock sprang free—long, thick, and throbbing for more.
I consumed it without hesitation, my eyes popping open when he hit the back of my throat and I didn’t gag.
That invoked a chuckle. “I fucking should’ve known you didn’t have a gag reflex.”
He let me have control only long enough for the wickedness to take over, his smile elongating, those dark eyes deepening.
The way he fucked my face that night is something I’ll never forget.
The fingers digging into my hair, the thrusts meant to be punishing and cruel.
But they were neither to me. They were liberating, freeing me from the constraints of a woman tied down to one man for years, and giving her a taste of freedom she was too afraid to explore.