Phantom (Cat and Mouse, #0)

by H.D. Carlton

I’m a bad man, but I won’t be her monster. No. I want to be her savior.

I shake my head, unable to finish. Unable to tell his best friend that he pinned me to the bed and fucked me, fully convinced I was a random floozy.

He didn’t care about my well-being. He didn’t care that, in his mind, I was another woman. It hurt. It still hurts.

“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.”

“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.”

That should warn me away from him, yet I keep still, awaiting his next move.

I’m dumbstruck by such a licentious command.