Forty-Two
Her Phantom
Sin
A week had passed. Seven excruciating days since I was this close to my little obsession. I was so near I saw her chest move with each breath she took as I stood directly beside her while she dreamed of us with her scumbag fiancé sleeping right next to her.
I walked over toward Sebastian, who had bandages across his nose and the underside of his eyes was black. Bruised from the punch I had granted his sorry ass with before it was lights out. I wanted to do much worse and the prick got off lucky.
With clenched fists, I leaned forward, peering down at the man who brought pain to the woman I loved more than my life itself, and I was ready to end him. Eager to wrap my hand around his throat, his eyes popping awake and his mouth agape with not even a scream coming out. He’d be frightened, probably wet the damn bed, and he’d see his final moment. His last vision of the devil doing God’s work with a fucking smile on his face. His last memory would be of me.
Not Liv. Not our girl. Our little obsession was the only person in this godforsaken life I’d burn the world for just to give her the universe.
A low growl seized the air but was too quiet to wake the dumbass who slept. A weak excuse of a man whose hands broke like a fragile twig. He had earned the cracked bones, but I still wanted to kick his face in. He was an ugly motherfucker and more hideous with his hands wrapped in molded casts.
Fuck him.
I treaded softly along the floor and was quite stealthy for a man with big feet. Being in the military had not only made me deadly, but shifty as fuck. I could sneak up on enemies with no problem and cut their throats with one slice to the jugular, with blood all over my hands and not a tear to shed over the murder I had committed for my country. The same killing I wanted to commit right now.
Loudly, Sebastian snored, and the idiot tossed onto his side. The awful noise kept going as I pulled a tin can from my pocket and slowly unzipped my trousers. Liv was in for a surprise. A gift I’d give her if she was a good girl. I’d leave it on her bedside table .
I opened the small jar with a squishy substance inside and placed the tin on the table beside the bed. Right by her phone, which was charging, and I pondered if I should snap a fucking picture of this. I’d love to see our girl’s face when she turned on her cell phone to a picture of me on her home screen.
Fuck. The thought of the surprise made me wild as I held my cock in my hand and placed the putty around it. My beast of an erection was right over Liv, and if she were to open those fucking gorgeous eyes, she’d look right up at me.
My hand stroked my dick with the putty, making a slight squishing sound as I tugged back and forth. The rhythm was slow at first as my tense mouth partially parted, and my eyes caught sight of her cleavage. Her perky tits hid under her goddamn flannel pajamas, and I wanted to tear them right off her.
I jerked my dick harder, my nostrils flared, and my balls crushed up against me as the release grew. The dark flames inside of me burned out of control when she softly murmured something in her sleep. Jesus. I knew it. She was dreaming of me. Of us claiming her, consuming her, and fucking her until her brain spun. While her body quaked and she screamed out like a wild animal into the nightmare, ready to forsake her. But we were her terror because we owned her. She was ours, not some bad dream’s .
Sebastian’s annoying sound made me lose focus as I tried to enjoy our girl, and I wanted him to shut the fuck up. I wanted to reach over and rip his damn voice box out. One more goddamn time, and I’d hold Sebastian’s Adam’s apple in my grasp while I blew my load. Snore one more time you—
Liv’s eyes stirred, fluttered once and twice until her vision grew accustomed to the darkness. I had missed her dark chocolate depths and the way her pupils searched my figure looming over her, but she only made me beat my cock ten times faster. All before her doe eyes widened in shock as I startled her awake.
A scream formed, but I covered her mouth with my hand and quietly mouthed, “Sh.”
Our girl did just that. Liv shut up while my hand dragged up my shaft and pushed back down. The motion was smooth thanks to the putty which was cozy from the warmth I had already created. I was only getting started. She had seen nothing yet.
My naughty plan hadn’t gone the way I had intended. I had wanted to jerk off over top of her pretty face and take a picture for a keepsake. My load would blow into the sticky putty, and I’d leave the tin can underneath the pillow as a present.
But Liv was awake. Ultimately, I preferred staring into her horrified, pretty eyes .
I held back a groan as Liv watched me, and her nostrils flared to life. Her breath was heavy against my hand as her fucking fiancé continued with his racket, but I didn’t give a shit. I couldn’t care less that he was in her bed with her when we should be the ones on either side of her. Saint and I curled up with our girl. Our hands touching her tits, kissing her skin, licking her pink cunt and making her scream. Not some fucker lying next to her who didn’t give a shit about her. Damnit. Maybe I cared way too much.
But it didn’t matter.
We were the ones who fucked her and made Liv come like a broken faucet. We were her phantoms who watched her every move, and I was sure Saint would tune into this. He’d see her put up a brief fight, and I hoped he could see the reflection of her fearful beauty in my eyes. Not scared of me. No. Terrified of what I’d do to her husband-to-be.
She wanted the bastard alive, and she had given no reason for us saving the asshole’s pathetic life. Make no mistake, Liv, we intended to break Sebastian’s clock. He just didn’t know it yet. He lived on borrowed time and we were bound to crack him in half.
I towered over top of her, her head pressed back into the pillow and her hands clenched my arm. The grip from her touch loosened as she ran her hands up my arm and she caressed my forearm with her fingernails while her eyes undeniably turned from fear into red fiery lust. Her depths swirled with passion, and I got caught up in her.
My partially parted lips widened as I couldn’t contain the beast inside of me, and I held the darkness at bay. The tide rocked with an untamed flow as I thrusted into the putty until I was fucking ready to explode. I wanted to fill the air with my grunts and be the alarm that woke everyone up in the neighborhood, but our girl alarmed me.
Liv covered my mouth with her hand, and I groaned into it, “Shit.”
Squish after squish, I filled the motherfucking putty up with my come. The sound grew louder, causing Sebastian to flop on the bed, and the motion made Liv freeze. My wicked beauty had become untamed from below me.
Unlike her, I didn’t care if the prick woke and saw me blowing my load over his fiancée. Hell, if this damn putty wasn’t in the way, I would’ve come all over her face.
The fucker was lucky if you asked me. I kept his trophy wife clean, this time at least.
But Sebastian slept like a horse.
Liv’s body relaxed as I twitched out the last of my seed with a swift jerk and kissed her palm. A shudder ran through her as she released me, and my dick throbbed again. I wanted her so fucking bad. I needed to rattle her intelligent brain, eat out her sweet tasting pussy, and devour those pouty lips until they bruised from my abuse.
But I’d take the alternative.
I bent down and placed a soft brush of my lips on hers. My tongue parted her mouth ever so gently, and I deepened the kiss. I wasn’t harsh, but tender, and she’d feel me straight to the tips of her cute little toes. I captured her moan and ate the sound up. I wanted to gobble her whole and never let go, but I had to.
With our girl’s sweet kiss on my greedy mouth, I placed the putty back inside the tin jar and craved more of her. I resisted all my better judgment and handed the tin to her. Surprisingly, she took the gift as I zipped up my jeans and walked backward to exit her bedroom. She only watched me as I waved and made my way out of the room. My quiet footfalls on the stairs as I went down and avoided the creaky step I had grown to recognize.
The addiction inside of me screamed to go back and grab her. We’d run away with Saint and never return, but she wasn’t ready to be ours yet. The time was close, so near I could taste it. The same way Liv would relish in the flavor of my whiskey on her lips from our feverish kiss. A grapple of our lips she wouldn’t soon forget .
“Until next time, little obsession,” I whispered into the lonely dark and locked up her front door.