Phantasma (Wicked Games, #1)

by Kaylie Smith

“Call her a name one more time,” he threatened, his tone bored but his eyes alight with mischief. “I dare you.”

yes sir

“C’mon, angel, show me your teeth.”

“Tilt your head for me, sweetheart,” he requested,

Im weak in the knees

want to know everything. I want to see all the darkest corners of your mind.” He tilted his face up to whisper his next words right into her ear. “I want to taste your sins.”

ok mr poet

“You’re such a good fucking girl,” he growled as she shifted forward again, moving one of his hands between their bodies to rub his thumb over her clit. “Come for me again, angel.”

IM UNWELLLLL

“Reach up and grab the headboard,” he demanded.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

“You’re doing such a good job,”

im dowwwwwwwnnn bad

you until my eternal soul withered away to dust,” he vowed to her. Then he was gone.

A POET

“Now, beg,” she told him.

okaaaaaaaayyy ms girl!!!!!!!

“In all the darkness, in all the loneliness, you have been my one source of light,” he lamented as she began to come undone. “My soul will go to its grave with your name echoing in my mind.”

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“My name is Salemaestrus Erasmus Blackwell, Prince of the Devils. But you, angel, may call me Salem.”

i beg your pardoooooooon