Chapter 8 #2
At that moment an invisible force I felt all those years ago upon meeting him for the first time sings to life and fuses our souls together once again as he drags out of me. Holding my gaze he sinks back in and it’s undeniable. I belong to the Savage enforcer.
He releases his possessive hold over my throat to move lower.
Strong fingers grip the heavy mounds of my breast. Little by little he tightens his hold on them until the tips swell and throb.
His lips clamp over a nipple and he uses his teeth to tug at the bar.
He times the movement with every thrust, driving me completely insane.
Grunts of hunger and need swirl around us. I rake my nails down his back and together we ride the wave of pure need and unbreakable love tying us together.
His hips move with a feverish intensity, bordering on painful. My channel swells around him making every sensation twice as powerful.
My hands move from his back to slide into his hair. Every muscle in his body coils and shifts with his powerful thrusts that build the heat inside me.
“Kiss me. Make me yours again, Phantom,” I demand and he doesn’t leave me wanting.
If him claiming my body is life-changing, then the way he steals my breath away shatters worlds. Slanting his mouth over mine, the years of hunger and denial come rushing back.
Possessive, hard, and claiming.
He takes my mouth, slips his tongue inside, and consumes me from the inside out. Every exhale of breath of his becomes my inhale.
As swiftly as he gave, he takes away. He pushes to his knees and watches my body swallow him deeper and deeper. The burning heat of his gaze moves up my body. He feels the connection too. I know he does.
“After you feed my cock all your sweetness, I’m going to flip you over and take your ass.
I will own you. All of you, Everly. Every fucking delicious part of you.
” He mumbles something else under his breath, something of torture and heaven.
But honestly, I’m stuck on the idea of him taking me there.
The power in his words sends chills of excitement and fear to fall over me with the force of a thousand tiny beads of electricity exploding against me.
“Why?” I draw out breathlessly.
“Why what? Why do I want you so fucking much? Because I’m insanely in love with you.”
That makes two of us.
I shimmy my hips into him. The growling response from him tells me I’m in big trouble.
My heart hammers. My skin shimmers with an invisible force. I cry out clinging to him as he pounds me into the bed. Nothing about this screams love. It’s pure and raw. Claiming. But I’m no delicate fucking princess too fragile for handling.
But I’m still not ready for the wrecking ball shattering my strength and stealing every good sense I have. Like a true savage taking everything I am, Phantom surges deep inside me one last time and together we meet our end.
“Come with me, Everly. Come for me beautiful and let me feel your release before I give you mine.”
He thrusts deep and I scream as my orgasm thunders through me at his command. The force of my release triggers his. My walls clamp around him and I feel every pulsating throb of his seed filling me.
Before I can catch my breath a phone rings, killing me inside.
Gray eyes meet mine. “Someone you know?”
My phone rings again from the coat thrown across the end of the bed.
Once. Twice.
“Not really.” My blood turns to ice. There are only two people with that number. Cold chills spill over my body, erasing the warmth Phantom spent so much time building up.
Phantom pulls it out and hands it over. Shaking fingers grasp it, braced for my brother's number—praying—until I flip the phone and the screen glows with a message from an unknown number.
“Who is it, baby?”
I sit up.
“It’s a video.” My body tightens with dread and a healthy dose of fear. Why would anyone be sending me a video?
My thumb hovers over the file.
I look at Phantom when he sits beside me. His gaze drops to my phone. “Want me to look?”
“Umm… no.” With shaking fingers, I tap the message.
The screen fills with Micah’s face, bruised and bloody, one eye swelling shut. He is breathing hard, and the camera jerks like someone is holding him upright by the collar.
Micah’s voice is rough, panicked. “E… don’t… don’t come…”
A man’s voice cuts in, smooth and cruel. Familiar in the way nightmares are familiar. “Come alone, baby girl, if you don't want to lose another brother.”
The video ends and Phantom jerks the phone out of my hand.
A text pops up next that reads:
ONE HOUR. THE RAILWAY. brING THE BOOK OR YOUR LAST brOTHER DIES.
My head spins. I suck in air that tastes like death and loss.
Phantom’s hand closes around the back of my head, and he pulls me into his chest. He holds me until the tears dry up and my chest stops shaking. He slips his other hand into mine and thread our fingers together, anchoring me in place.
His voice is low, deadly, and absolute. “We’re going to get your brother and then we will end this nightmare once and for all.”