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To my manic side, Athena, you crazy bitch. Get some sleep, girl.
“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.”
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.
“Her.” He tips his head toward my muse. “You act like she’s yours.
Women like Scarlett Day want to see the man behind the mask. Are you willing to reveal that to her? Are you ready to show yourself? Or will you just watch your pretty doll from afar?”
But no matter how dark my angel of music is on the inside, I’m certain she’ll never be able to accept how ugly I am. Inside and out.
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.
“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 darkness.”
“I sing for you, Sol. Only for you.”
“She could ruin us. And Rand knows it.”
“I will always protect you, petite muse. But with that being said, this is going to hurt both of us.”
“How can you see?” I ask, my voice is hoarse as it leaves my raw throat. “I don’t need to,” he answers. “I’ve lived here for so long that I know where everything is.” “Okay, well how can you see me?”
“I’ve studied you for so long that I know almost everything there is to know about you.”
“Okay, but why do you know so much about me?” “Because you are everything,” he answers simply.
“Tell me, my pretty little muse. Tell me how I’m supposed to deny you when you beg me to make you come?”
“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.”
“Sometimes happiness is just happiness, ma jolie petite muse. There’s no need to second-guess it. Just enjoy it.”
“You were everything up there, Scarlett. Fuck, the way you came alive.”
“Don’t let go, Scarlett.” “Never,”
“My dress is going to be ruined,” I pout playfully. “I’ll buy you another.”
“What if I want this dress,” I tease against his lips. “It’s one of a kind.”
“Well then you can always cherish its memory as the night I ripped it apart to make you come on my tongue.”
“Do you know how hard I was all night, knowing you weren’t wearing a bra under this thin fabric? The way every man salivated over you made me proud… and murderous.”
“I didn’t see anyone drooling over me, Sol.”
“Are you telling me you only had eyes for me, then, ma belle muse?”
“You don’t get to hide from me, my pretty little muse. Next time my warning won’t be so gentle.”
“No more dreams, little muse. Only memories. I’m going to make sure you never forget the first time I taste you.”
“Ah! I broke your bed!” “Just the canopy and curtains. They can always be fixed.”
“Besides, there’s not much higher achievement for a man than breaking his bed while making a woman come in his arms.”
Obsession. That’s what my brother calls it.
But the ache I feel when I’m away from her is much more than any obsessed revenge I’ve embarked on. It’s the feeling you get when you find the perfect song, the one you could play for eternity, never getting tired of a single note, and still not want to get to the final measure.
I’m still refusing to believe our song will end. I can’t kill the hope that my muse will...
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“You’re safe with me, Sol.”
To everyone else, he’s the Phantom of the French Quarter, but to me, he’s my demon of music.
“You don’t get to hide from me, either,” I murmur against his lips. “I want you.”
“Fuck my music. The only music I want to hear right now are the high notes you hit when I make you come.”
“Outside of your family… how many people have seen you this way?” He shakes his head. “Only you.”
“A sight so precious could never be anything less than exquisite.”
“You are my moonlight,” I whisper against her shoulder in a kiss. “And you are my midnight,” she murmurs back,
She is my sweet angel and I am her selfish demon.
“When did you see Rand, Scarlett?”
“I… I didn’t. It’s just an educated guess—” “Really, Scarlett? You don’t think I know? That I’ve been waiting for you to tell me since you lied to me at the cemetery?”
“Wait… you knew?” “Of course I did. What did he say to you?”
“Noth...
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“Leave if you’re dying to escape your kidnapper, Scarlett. Go ahead.”
“Fine.” I glare at him. “I’ll just leave.” “Go ahead.” Sol shrugs nonchalantly. And infuriatingly.
I hesitate for only a second more before I walk out the door—
And immediately get jerked b...
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“Do you honestly think I’d just let you walk out that door, little muse? You’re mine.” “Yours? Why? Oh, I forgot. It’s because I’m the key to everything, right?”
