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“If I am the phantom, it is because man's hatred has made me so. If I am to be saved it is because your love redeems me.”
ugh one of my fav books
When she laughs, I imagine shoving my cock down her throat, sparkling tears glistening down her gorgeous face until I come. But when she sings… fuck, when she sings… now that is true ecstasy.
My little angel is more savage than she looks. I love her innocence, but her darkness is what calls to me.
“What happened to your rose?”
“I pricked myself putting it on,”
“Why didn’t you take it off?”
“This came from someone special. And I love white roses, so I couldn’t bear to part with it.”
“Not even after it hurt you?”
“No, I guess not. Not even after it hurt me.”
My little muse is my addiction, and her voice is my drug. If there is a cure to my madness, I don’t want it. I’d rather welcome blissful oblivion.
“Are you real?”
“Are you my demon of music? Or the Phantom of the French Quarter?”
“I am your Sol.”
“When you fuck yourself with your fingers, ma belle muse, who do you think of?”
“You,”
“My demon of music. Yo...
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“Ah… think of me, ma chère. Touch yourself. Stroke those slender fingers against your pretty clit and think of the mu...
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“I can’t touch you yet, but I love to hear you beg, pretty muse.”
“You’re my pretty little muse, Scarlett. I worship your voice. Your body, mind, and soul are no different.”
“Even the darkness in my mind?” I ask, not sure why it matters if my phantom accepts my madness.
“Especially your d...
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“Quit growling, you beast. Living underground has made you a goddamn animal,”
“She’s mine,”
“No. She. Is. Not. She’s a person, Sol. Not a trinket you can polish and set on the shelf. Neither of you seems to understand that. You have to let her go. Leave her alone.”
Sometimes, literally fighting for justice is the only kind we get in this world.
“Okay, but why do you know so much about me?”
“Because you are everything,”
“Sol… like I was saying, that’s very sweet and… admittedly creepy, but it doesn’t exactly answer my question.”
“It’s something I can’t explain, no matter how many times I’ve tried to make sense of it myself. Maybe one day we’ll both be able to understand what you mean to me.”
No man—not a single one—has ever looked at me the way Sol is right now. It fuels a need in me I’ve never felt, not even on my wildest manic nights. It’s exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
The world already knows me as the Phantom of the French Quarter. But being your démon de la musique is what I didn’t know I craved. Hearing your voice singing my music is… perfection.”
“I’m not good, little muse. My obsession with you is the only pure thing about me. Never forget that I’m your demon of music, Scarlett. You can’t expect me to behave like a gentleman when you beg like my whore.”
If the eyes are a window to a man’s soul, then my demon of music has starlight in his dark depths. Everyone else says his eyes are black as coal, so does that mean I’m the only one who can see the man inside the phantom?
“Mmm… yes. When I told the boutique owner to send their finest, this was exactly what I envisioned. Heads will roll if they stare at what’s mine for too long, but goddamn am I a lucky bastard for getting to look at you all night.”
Sol Bordeaux is quickly teaching me that even when I’m sane, I’m one complex bitch.
“I watch people, Scarlett. It’s what I do. I deal in secrets and protection. Knowing what people are up to is my job.”
“And you have a very expressive face, at least to me. If I didn’t know you better, I wouldn’t believe that you have even an ounce of darkness in you.”
“But we both know better, don’t we, mon amour?”
“My dad always talked about how hard it was—”
“He’s right. It is hard. But you work hard at what you love. That combination will make the difficult things worth it when you achieve your dream.”
“Sometimes happiness is just happiness, ma jolie petite muse. There’s no need to second-guess it. Just enjoy it.”
“I want no one else to take pleasure in hearing the sweet music I draw from you at night.”
“I feel good, but not euphoria ‘high in a manic state’ good. My happiness just feels like… happiness.”
“Sometimes that’s all happiness needs to be.”
“You can see madness in the eyes, you know. And there’s absolutely nothing but sated relaxa...
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“Oh, Sol, I’m ruining your sheet music.”
“Fuck my music. The only music I want to hear right now are the high notes you hit when I make you come.”
“That’s it, sing for me, my sweet muse.”
“Am I hideous?”
“Outside of your family… how many people have seen you this way?”
