Phantom (Cat and Mouse, #0)

by H.D. Carlton

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.

The carnal impulse to take her here and now is becoming difficult to suppress. I’d make her pathetic husband watch, unable to stop me from making his wife come undone in a way that he will never accomplish.

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.

He’s breaking my heart, and the only thing I can feel for him is resentment. I close my eyes and picture a different face to fall asleep to. One that doesn’t belong to my husband.

I do want to hurt her. I’d love nothing more than to see her bare ass reddened by my hand. Or the faintest of bruises around her neck where my fingers grip as I drive into her. And those beautiful eyes filled with tears, pleading for me not to go any deeper down her throat.

I love my husband. I’ve loved him for years. Except, I don’t know if I’m in love with him anymore. Or if I ever was.

“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,”

He’ll feel how deeply I tremble at his nearness and how I’m on the verge of collapsing at his feet from how weak my knees have grown.

“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.”

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing such a good job. Let me see how pretty you look when you come all over my fingers.”