Phantom Lust (Paranormal Erotica) Read Online Free PDF

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    The executioner, one broad hand clutching
his axe, runs a finger down Laura’s cheek. My best friend’s pupils
dilate. My own nipples get hard. I suddenly want him to touch me,
too. His fingers slide along the column of her neck and down the
front of her dress, circling her pearled nipple, easily visible
through the thin fabric. She’s not wearing a bra; unlike me, she
doesn’t need to. He pinches that pebbled bud hard, and she gasps. I
almost moan. My fingers twitch as liquid desire slicks between my
legs.
    He releases her breast and points. “You can
go that way,” he says to her. “Walk right through that door, but
remember, there’s only one way out.”  He guides her around and
gives her a gentle shove.
    She looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes
glazed. “I’ll see you on the other side,” she says in a breathy
voice. And then she’s gone.
    He turns back to me. “And what are you here
for?” He takes a step closer. “Lots of scary Halloween fun right
back there.” His voice is back to that friendly, harmless tone, but
it doesn’t match his menacing, incredibly sexy appearance.
Unbidden, my fingers slip over the back of his hand, but I pull
away quickly at the electric warmth that crackles from him.
    I look down at the gap in his cloak. His
black leather pants don’t conceal his massive hard-on. My mouth
waters. My hands shake as I reach into my purse and pull out my
admission fee. His fingers rise and tip my chin up. “You sure?”
    “ Per …
perfututum, ” I whisper, offering the
neatly folded bills to him.
    He chuckles, deep and rumbling, and pushes
my fist, clenched over the cash, back against my chest. “Yeah … no.
I’m not convinced. You have to want this to get it.” Again, he
jerks his thumb over his shoulder, at the garishly lit sign for the
run-of-the-mill haunted house, full of
zombies-and-werewolves-and-witches-oh-my. Boring. It’s like a
threat, a punishment.
    “ I  do  want it,” I say, frustrating creeping in, making my
stomach and thighs tense. I thrust the cash against his chest. It’s
been months since I had sex. And a thrill—one that really made me
feel alive? A lot longer than that. But if I don’t convince him,
this guy is going to send me into PG-rated hell. Desperate, I take
advantage of the moment his hands rise to grab the hundred-dollar
bills. I’ve got his pants unbuttoned and unzipped before he can
stop me. He might be masked, and he might be on the job, but he’s a
guy, and I’ve got his number. But my fingers barely manage to
circle the thickness of his hot, silky cock. My eyes widen.
Suddenly, I’m not sure I want to go further than the door. I might
be able to find what I want right here.
    He hisses as my grip
tightens, sliding up and down his dick. “What the fuck,” he moans.
“Okay. Okay. You’re going through  that  door.” He points to one on
the opposite side of the room, not the one Laura went through, and
not the standard haunted cheese-fest.