Phantom: Her Ruthless Villain (Ruthless Triad 5)

His lips crashed down on mine. Ravaging. Consuming. Like I was a meal he’d been denied too long.

He didn’t stop; he wouldn’t stop kissing me. Even when he reached into his suit jacket, Hak-kan’s lips stayed on mine. So I couldn’t see what he retrieved, but I easily guessed at what it was when the back of his hands grazed my stomach.

A condom. This was happening. This was happening again. Right now.

He finally stopped the kiss. “Sorry, beautiful—not going to be able to do this gentle. You made me wait too long, and now I’m fucking out of my mind.”

“It’s okay,” I assured him. I didn’t mind going lightning fast. Being wanted so intensely—it sent all sorts of new thrills through me. Also…

I peeped up at him and confessed, “I want this too.”

With a feral growl, he lifted my pretty party dress, yanked my panties aside, and shoved in.

I cried out—and not in a good way.

I’d thought I was ready, but I wasn’t. Not like last time. He was big…even bigger than I remembered. And the pressure was unbelievable, like being split in two by a steel beam covered in flesh.

“Fuck, sorry,” he said, pausing.

I could only pant, trying to catch my breath. I wasn’t sure what to do. Push him away? Demand he stop? My hips twisted with a mind of their own, trying to escape.

“Okay, settle down. It’s okay,” he crooned, pressing his forehead into mine. “I don’t ever want to hurt you, beautiful. But sometimes that’s going to happen with a guy as big as me. Here…”

He lifted me like I weighed nothing. “Let me in. Wrap your legs around my waist and let your body remember me.”

I did as he said even though this was definitely a new position for me—something meant for tiny actresses in movies—not for a doctor who’d just admitted for the first time in her life that she had needs.

“That better?” he asked, pulling back to regard me with a soft look.

I nodded. Because it was.

“Good,” he said. “I have trouble controlling myself with you. Sometimes I’m gonna get too excited, and it’s going to hurt.”

He began rolling his rock-hard shaft inside of me but mitigated the discomfort with kisses and soft words….

One kiss. “But from now on, I’m the only one—the only one who’s ever going to cause you pain.”

Two kisses. “The only one who’s going to make it better.”

Three kisses. “I’m always going to make it better. That I promise you, beautiful.”

He made me that promise—that vow I never asked for—and he slow-rolled inside of me until a new wet sound filled the air. The sound of me milking him inside my slippery folds, of my body letting him in, just like he’d demanded.

It was no longer too much, but suddenly it wasn’t quite enough. I moaned, and yet another word I would have guessed I had inside of me fell out. “Harder.”

He froze for a hot, dangerous tick of a second. Then he slammed into me, his heavy body pinning me to the front door. Whatever gage he’d been keeping on himself to go slow, to ensure he didn’t hurt me—it switched off.

I don’t curse. That’s not behavior befitting the southern debutante my mother tried to raise or the professional doctor I decided to become. But inside my mind, I couldn’t think of any other word to describe what he did to me other than fucking.

He fucked me so hard against my front door. He fucked me so hard that when the orgasm overtook me, it felt like I was going to die.

And I didn’t care. Eric and Bernice would be sad, but they’d find another doctor to replace me. And there’d be no need for anyone to mourn because I would have died happy. So happy, overtaken by an ecstasy, unlike anything I’d ever known.

The only thing better than the way he took me was the helplessness in his voice when his own release came thundering into the station. “Ah fuck, it feels so good inside you, beautiful. I can’t…I can’t hold on this time.”

When we’d done this on my birthday, he told me I’d made him feel like a king. Well, as he lost all control between my legs, he made me feel like a powerful queen. I held on to the rutting beast he’d become until he pushed in one last time, his entire body seizing as he released into the condom with a loud shout.

We both panted, looking at each other like, What was that.

Then we did it again.

And again. Until sometime in the night, I fell asleep a completely satisfied woman.

Unlike the last time we had sex when I woke up, I found him lying there beside me, his big body sprawled out across the bed. And his tattooed back on full display.

Big bodies carried more heat—we’d learn that in first-year biology at Manhattan U. He’d probably gotten hot in the night and tossed off the Ugandan quilt. I didn’t mind waking up to his particular naked body.