Phantom (Cat and Mouse, #0)

by H.D. Carlton

“What’s your name?” I ask again breathlessly. “Ronaldo.” “Do you want to hurt me, Ronaldo?” “Never,” he answers. “I only want to cherish you, Genevieve.” “How do you know my name?” “I know everything about you. Just as I know you will love me, too.”

I’m not only riveted by her. I’m possessed by a need to have her. And she must be mine.

I’d love nothing more than to be consumed by her words, no matter how they greet me. Whether it’s through those red-stained lips or from her delicate hands. I want to know every facet of her, every centimeter of her—mind, body, and soul.

She plagues my mind, infecting it like a parasite and overriding any autonomy over myself. My free will is indebted to her, and without her, I am nothing.

We have nothing, and we are alone in our nothingness.

I must be living in a nightmare. A waking nightmare that I cannot seem to escape.

It’s physically painful for me to walk away from her, but I know that I must. I’m a bad man, but I won’t be her monster. No. I want to be her savior.

If Genevieve is my end, then I open the door to death with no hesitation.

“I want you so badly, it hurts to breathe without you near,” he whispers softly, finally—finally—gracing me with his voice.

“Because you possess my lungs, as you do my heart, Genevieve. And I intend to take yours for myself,”

“I will bleed for you, mia rosa, but I must require you to bleed for me, too,” he warns.

For John to force himself on Genevieve is one of the worst things a man can do to a woman. He violated her. He stripped her of her humanity and took something from her she was not willing to give.

That he would take all her pain so she would suffer none.”

“I call you my rose because for you, I would take all your pain so you would suffer none,” I tell her softly. “I would go through hell for you. Die for you. Do anything you asked. I love you, mia rosa. More than you will ever know.”

You are the most beautiful flower and the rarest gem, more breathtaking than any of earth’s wonders.”

“I would follow you anywhere, Genevieve. If you were standing at the edge of the earth and wanted to fall, I would only stop you long enough to take hold of your hand so I could go with you. There isn’t a life where I wouldn’t be your phantom, or a death where I wouldn’t be your reaper.”

scream. Yet screaming for you is exactly what I would love to do, Ronaldo.”

“I’m not finished!

And anyone who inflicts pain on mia rosa will die. Simple as that.

As far as I’m concerned, he owes me now. And it’s his wife I intend to collect.

“You . . . are exquisite, mia rosa,” he rasps, his darkened gaze finally lifting to mine. “I am undeserving.” I lift my chin haughtily. “I believe that’s for me to decide.”

plucks at the garter straps clipped to my stockings. “There is little in life I’m deserving of—little that I allow myself to indulge in. Yet you are the crux of all my selfish desires. I would cease to breathe if I could not share air with you, Genevieve. If I can’t live with you, I refuse to at all.”

The only reason he still breathes is because I’m deeply in love with his wife.

“My cum will leak down your thighs while you’re dancing with your husband. If you dare to wipe it away, I’ll expose you in front of everyone and make him swallow it,”

“So fucking proud of you.” “Swallow it, deeper. Please, baby, I need it.” “Fuck, that’s it. That’s a good girl.” “Oh, just like that. Please don’t stop sucking it.”