Phantom Rider: The Aftermath | Book 1

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Note from author: TRIGGER WARNING! This scene might be uncomfortable for some readers as it includes an explicit mature sexual scenes. Feel free to skip it if needed.

Mila's POV

I crashed into the wall painfully.

He moved closer, gripping the back of my neck and tilting my head up. Without warning, he bit down on my lower lip, drawing a moan from me that surprised even myself.

"Feel that?" he whispered, his voice a harsh rasp. "It fucking hurts."

I lost my breath from the stress that ran through my body. His touch felt like electric shocks running through me. His hands moved down to my waist, he lifted up my skirt and without warning tore my panties off with a brutal yank, making me wince from pain and pleasure as the fabric sliced into my skin before it snapped.

I was shaking from every touch of his. I looked into his eyes, seeing a dark smirk across his face. He was clearly enjoying this.

"You wanted this?" He breathed into my lips.

"Yes" I gasped for his breath. I needed his touch, any touch.

He pushed his knee between my legs while taking off his shirt. I pushed myself harder against it, shivering. His hands went up my back, quickly unclasping my bra and tearing everything off me, leaving me with just a skirt.

Then he looked me in the eyes and pulled my head lower. "You won't get it unless you get on your knees for me!"

I obeyed, sliding his pants down and licking all around his large dick. "Don't play games. Suck it for real!" he commanded, his breath heavy and uneven.

I took it in my mouth as deep as I could. I gagged while sucking, and he pulled my hair with force that made my scalp itch. "Apologize!" he shouted at me while face-fucking me, knowing all too well I couldn't speak with his cock hitting the inside of my neck. Tears ran from my eyes, not because I was sad, but because my mouth was filled entirely, him brutally hitting my throat, and I felt like I was on the verge of puking, unable to breathe in.

After a while, he let me go. I gasped for air.

"Is this what you wanted?" he demanded, grabbing me by the shoulders and tossing me onto the ground. He climbed on top of me, his eyes burning into mine. "Beg me for forgiveness!" he ordered, sinking his teeth into my neck and making me scream.

My hands desperately grabbed him by his hips.

He followed my hand movement, pushing himself closer to me and sliding himself inside me. Just as I started to feel pleasure, he pulled out. Again and again, he teased me, holding my hands above my head so I couldn't move.

"Please!" I begged, arching towards him, but he pulled back, slapping my thigh.

"You want me?" he taunted, sliding his fingers inside me and kissing my breasts before withdrawing once more. I trembled and shivered, my body unable to handle the torment.

Desperate to take control, I tried to push him off and get on top of him, but he threw me back down. "Don't make me angry!" he growled.

He spun me around and knelt me on the ground, making me face the wall. His fingers plunged into me from behind, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

I arched my back, pressing my hips against him, feeling his dick against my back. "Please, I want you inside me!" I begged, my voice desperate.

His hand came down hard on my ass, making me push against him even more. "Fuck! That body of yours!" he moaned, yanking my head back and kissing me roughly, sucking on my lip until it hurt. His grip on my hair tightened, pulling me closer.