Phantom: Her Ruthless Villain (Ruthless Triad 5)

“What happened?” I asked, tamping down a weird spurt of jealousy at the thought of him real proposing to another woman. “She got drunk one night and came on to one of the other Dragons, Han. He’s magic like that. He walks into a room, and the girls’ legs just fall open. Wasn’t the first time a woman chose him over me. But not going to lie, that shit hit different. And I’ve been—I guess the nicest way you could put it, is closed off ever since. Especially with women.”

Even though I had no idea why he’d told me this story, I felt honored that he would share a past hurt with me, and my heart squeezed with empathy. “I’m sorry that happened to you. That must have been tough.”

He snorted. “I’m not looking for you to validate my feelings, beautiful. I’m just letting you know I get it. We’re both kind of fucked up when it comes to self-esteem. We both assumed the worst that morning, and that’s on us. On history. But I’ve been watching my Dragon partners and their women misunderstand each other for years now, and it’s just stupid. That’s not going to be us. We’re not them. We’re going to be one of those couples that talk shit out—no misunderstandings. I’ve already decided.”

He turned me around to face him and settled his hands on my waist. “Let me make shit real clear so that there’s not even a speck of doubt. I want you. You drive me crazy, O. I want to be inside you all the fucking time. So don’t ever let your mind get twisted with doubt about that again.”

I stared up at him, too astonished to speak.

“So how about it?” he asked into my utter silence. “You want to go again?”

I blinked. “You mean now? I’m in a face mask. I look crazy.”

He stepped back from me, and a grim shadow dropped over his face.

“It only has ten more minutes to go,” I explained with an apologetic tone. “I’ll wash it off, and then maybe we can—”

“You think I won’t fuck you in that mask?” he asked. His face was as stony as I’d ever seen it. “Hold one while I get another condom.”

“Um, it’s not a challenge,” I called after him as he jogged out. “I was just saying that we could wait until—”

That was as far as I got before he charged back into the room and took possession of my mouth with a hot kiss.

His hand found its way under my towel, cupping me as he asked, “You trying to make me lose it again?”

His voice was little more than a feral growl. “You want me to ride you too hard like I did last night?”

My privates had felt so sore a few minutes ago, but the way he was kneading my vagina, pressing the ball of his hand into the bundle of nerves housed between my folds. The action somehow soothed and stimulated me at the same time.

“No…” came out on a shuddering breath.

“No, you’re not ready for this dick? No, you don’t want me all over you like that again? Make it clear, O. Tell me what you want.”

The answer came out surprising and true.

“You,” I gasped. “I want you.”

He shook his head. “There you go making me feel like a king again, beautiful.”

His black shark eyes glittered with intent as he pulled the condom on over his massive staff. Then it was game on.

My towel fell away when he set me on top of the sink. And I barely had time to brace my hands on the counter before he was inside me, driving into me with such force, I had to switch my hold—one arm around his thick neck and the other around his waist to keep from falling.

He was the force pushing me into the unknown. But he was also the anchor when the orgasm ripped through me. He was…he was…in those moments, he was my everything.

He came with a roar just a few moments later, his muscular body shuddering between my legs.

He held me on top of the sink, just hugging me to him as he emptied into the condom. And I got the sense that I was his anchor too.

After that, Phantom simply pulled out and said, “You wanna wash that shit off your face? Then we’ll do a take two on brunch at my place, and then, we’ll see the production of Chrysanthemum that your ex future mother-in-law was so excited about—nah, I’m just joking. We’re going to fuck some more. Feeding you and fucking you is all I got planned for the whole day.”

I had my own plans. Real and practical. But suddenly, I couldn’t imagine going through with my usual boring Saturday when his “anything but” alternative awaited.

The “Sure” fell out of my mouth. Easy, if not uncomplicated.