Page 81 of Phantom Flower

My thighs were shaking. My hips kept trying to thrust forward, but he held me in place.

“You taste so fucking good,” he growled when he pulled off for air, strings of saliva connecting his lips to my cock.

One of his hands slid between my legs, gently cupping my balls and rolling them in his palm while he worked me with his mouth.

I was moaning nonstop now, completely lost in the feeling.

“Dimitri— fuck, that feels— I can’t—”

I could feel my orgasm building fast. Too fast. My stomach tightened. My balls drew up.

“I’m— I’m gonna—” I tried to warn him.

Dimitri pulled off with a wet pop, stroking me fast with his hand while he looked up at me with wild eyes.

“Come in my mouth, little fairy,” he ordered. “I want to taste every fucking drop. Don’t hold back.”

He took me back in, sucking hard.

With a choked cry, I came hard down his throat. My hips jerked as I spilled in thick pulses. Dimitri did not pull off until I was completely spent and twitching from oversensitivity.

When he finally let my cock slip from his mouth, he licked his lips slowly.

Then he stood up.

Before I could even catch my breath, he grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me deeply.

***

I was already on edge that day.

Marco had not shown up to school in three days. That was not like him at all. Marco was the kind of person who would drag himself to class with a fever, a sprained ankle, or even a broken rib if he thought missing school would disappoint someone. When I called him the day before, his voice had sounded wrong. He only said, “Don’t worry about me, Rei. I just caught a cold.” I did not believe him for a second.

I tried calling again that morning. No answer.

I was not alone at school though. Dimitri was always next to me, and if he went away, it was only for a few minutes. Like right now, for example. He had just told me he was going to the bathroom quickly. I nodded, heading toward my locker to grab my notebook for the next period.

Someone bumped into me. A tall guy in a black hoodie. He muttered a quick “Sorry” without even glancing back and kept walking. I barely registered it. My mind was still stuck on Marco and the way his voice had sounded on the phone.

I reached my locker and spun the combination.

Something exploded in my face.

A warm, wet spray hit me directly in the eyes, nose, and mouth. I gasped on instinct. A huge mistake. The metallic taste flooded my tongue and slid down my throat before I could stop it.

Blood.

It was blood.

My hands flew up to wipe at my eyes, smearing the sticky liquid across my cheeks and forehead. My vision was blurry and red-tinted, but I could still see inside the locker.

Four severed fingers.

They were lying on top of my textbooks like discarded pieces of meat. The stumps were still bleeding, dark red pooling at the bottom of the locker and dripping onto the floor. One of them still had a ring on it. The nails were torn and ragged.

A scream tore out of my throat before I could stop it.

I stumbled backward, slamming hard into the lockers behind me. My chest seized up. I could not breathe. I could not think. All I could see was red.