That night
Even though it’s the middle of the night, plenty of Phantoms are still awake, playing games together, talking with each other, fucking in their rooms with their girlfriends or boyfriends. The place comes alive during the night.
But it all feels so empty when I don’t have her.
After she left with her friend, I tried to go back to my classes, but I can’t focus on my courses when all I can think about is kissing her. She’s taken control of my mind, my cock, even my heart, and every fucking atom in my body screams to be near her.
So I put on my hoodie again and make my way over to her sorority house, climbing up the same staircase I used before. Her window is opened slightly, just enough for me to push it open and climb through.
She thought she was safe, destroying my camera. But I don’t need a camera to enjoy what’s mine.
When I’m inside, I put on my mask and close the window behind me.
I don’t intend to exit this time.
She’s sleeping peacefully in her bed, blissfully unaware of my presence. But she will know soon enough I am always watching, waiting for her to finally realize the nature of our relationship.
I am not just a stalker, and she is not just an innocent victim. I don’t merely exist in her nightmares; I exist in her dreams too.
I approach the bed and slowly slip the blanket aside. Her nipples peak in the cold, and I savor the way they look in that little beige top.
Crawling on top of her, I kiss her ankle, her knee, and her thigh until I reach her pussy still covered by a few inches of fabric and a thin layer of satin. I slowly circle her pussy with my fingers until she moans in her sleep, and the satin soaks through.
Even now, when she’s asleep, she still craves my touch, despite her trying to fight me every step of the way.
I pull the fabric away and press a kiss to her pussy, my tongue dipping out to have a taste of this divine creature. And I lap her up, slowly applying more pressure.
She’s writhing around on the bed, still completely oblivious to what’s happening, but her cheeks are stained red with desire.
My tongue curls up, and I dip into her, taking what’s mine, licking up her wetness until she’s practically oozing with lust. Her clit throbs underneath my tongue as I swirl it around and around. In her sleep, her fingers curl around the fabric of the satin, desperate for more, so I apply more pressure and watch her come undone.
Her face radiates with heat, her pussy thumping as I drive my tongue inside, and I moan against her before I lean back to appreciate the scene. She looks so pretty when she’s asleep … ripe for the taking.
So I zip down and pull out my cock, which drips with pre-cum, and I nudge her legs farther apart. I perch myself between her delicious thighs and slide my length across her slit, coating it with her wetness. Her moans spur me to go faster, and when her eyes start to open, I push in.
The second her lips form an o-shape, I cover her mouth with my hand and thrust in and out deeply, owning every atom in her body like she owns mine.
Her eyes grow wild with both surprise and arousal as I bury myself inside her. A muffled squeal slips through my fingers, so I grip a little tighter as I impale her, making sure she feels every inch of me possessing her very fucking soul.
“Be quiet for me, little kitty.” I put a finger against my lips. “Don’t let your friends hear you moan.”
Lana
With muffled groans, I try to make sense of what’s happening. I can feel him pounding inside me, and I grow wetter with every passing second. One minute I’m asleep, having the filthiest, raunchiest sex dream of my life, and the next, I’m being impaled on the cock of the very same man I dreamed about. And not just him, all three of them invaded my mind.
It’s him. That mask he’s wearing … It has to be him.
The way he fucks me is out of this world, so insanely good that I can’t help but writhe underneath him as he buries himself to the hilt, and a moan slips out of my mouth.
The grin on his face makes me want to bite his fingers off, though.
“That’s the face, kitty. Show me how angry you are at the way I invaded not just your body but your thoughts too.”
My eyes widen.
“You’ve been dreaming about me, haven’t you?” he says, adding more pressure with each thrust. “Ever since the last time I snuck into your room, you’ve been dying for me to claim that pussy again while you were helpless to stop me.” His breath lingers near my ear, coyly whispering, “Admit it.”
But I can’t respond since his hand still covers my mouth.
“Just nod.”
When I do, the smirk that follows is unconscionably hot.
His hand slowly moves away from my lips, only to wrap around my throat instead, while the other firmly grips my thighs, and he pushes my leg up to go even deeper. “Then let me show this pussy who it belongs to.”
He buries in to the hilt, and I almost see stars on the ceiling just from how good it feels.
“You like that, don’t you?” I hiss. “Sneaking up on people when they’re sleeping.”
“Not people. You,” he groans, gripping me even tighter as he goes slow and steady so I feel every one of his piercings as they enter me. “I fucking crave you. Every hour of the day, especially at night. I will fucking make this pussy mine. Even if you hate me for it, even if your family doesn’t approve, even if the whole fucking world is against it, I will make you mine, or so help me God, I will kill them all.”
His words set me off, and my pussy begins to contract around his shaft, and as a stifled moan comes out of my mouth, he slams his lips onto mine. His tongue probes around my lips, coaxing them to open as I fall apart beneath him, desperate for more.
I don’t know when my brain and heart had separated from reality so badly they decided to fall in love with evil personified. But damn, if this is pure evil, then I don’t ever want to leave this fiery hell.
When his lips unlatch, he whispers, “I know you fucked around with Nathan and Milo …”
I gasp. “They cornered me in the swimming pool.” I don’t know why I’m explaining this. “It wasn’t my choice.”
His eyes narrow as a devilish smirk spreads on his lips. “You’re worried what I’ll think.”
My brows furrow. “What? Fuck no.”
“I know they both want you. And I won’t stop them. I like to see you being owned.” His hand slowly dips down between my breasts. “But whenever you fuck with them, you remember I was the first. I was the first to lay waste to this fucking pussy.”
He slaps my pussy, and I yelp in response, but those same fingers then roll around my clit, making my eyes want to roll back too. Good God, I never knew I needed something so dark to get off, but with him, all I want to do is come again and again and never let go of this feeling.
He dips his fingers into my mouth, and my tongue instinctively swirls around them. He throbs inside me, the animalistic groans that slip from his mouth with each thrust making me want to gyrate right up against him.
“That’s it, kitty. I know how you break for me. How you yearn to fall apart from this cock just like you fell apart on my knee the day I snuck into your room. When Jason couldn’t even fucking satisfy you the way I did. You don’t want someone to make love to you … you want to submit.”
Fuck.
What am I doing? Why am I letting him do this?
Why don’t I fight back?
Instinct takes over, and I kick him so hard he’s pushed away and falls off the bed.
My breath is ragged, unhinged, as I grab my knife off my nightstand, yet I still crawl over the edge to look at him in that same hoodie and mask I first saw him in that day, when I didn’t know who he was, but he knew exactly who I was.
What I did.
What I’m capable of.
And instead of fear and deterrence, it instilled a hunger in him that frightens me.
Not because I fear him.
But because I fear what will become of me if I give in to this same urge.
And I need to know why.
He leans up from the floor, staring at me through the mask, tempting me with that tempestuous grin of his that drives me closer and closer, so I crawl on top of him and peel away the mask he hides behind, casting it aside.
He looks so naked and vulnerable without it, his face marred by whoever decided to scar him for life. I used to see so much rage in those duplicitous eyes of his … but now? Pure and utter obsession.
And it scares me.
“You three torture and kill for the money, but me? I’m a cold-blooded murderer, and you don’t even know why.”
“No,” he murmurs. “I can wait until you’re ready to tell me why. But it won’t keep me away from you.”
My teeth grind together, trying to fight off the shivers coursing through my body.
I point my knife at him. “WHY? Why would you want me?”
“Why do I want you?” he asks. “That’s the same as asking me why I wouldn’t want to breathe fucking air.”
It’s as if he just sucked the oxygen straight from my lungs and into his mouth.
Fuck.
I push the knife underneath his chin.
“You can stay away from me as much as I can stay away from you,” he mutters as the blade inches closer and closer. “Even if you kill me, it’s already too late. Our violent hearts have already been chained to each other.” He grips my wrist and pushes the knife even farther in until a droplet of blood spills. “I will always be with you, even after death, because no fucking plane of existence could ever free me of the hold you have over me.”
Fuck.
My hand quakes. I try. I try so hard to push that knife into his body, but no matter how badly I want this to end, I cannot.
I cannot fucking kill this son of a bitch because I want him.
I want him so badly I can’t fucking breathe … because he’s stolen my breath from me.
And I throw the knife aside and slam my lips onto his, kissing him with every inch of that fucked-up soul tethered to his.
