Phantom Lust (Paranormal Erotica) (4 page)

She watched him carefully, and found that
she could concentrate for the first time in ages. His gold hair
dimmed, became white again. And the ruddy flush of life that he’d
worn was faded too. He paled when he finally met her eyes.

“
Why did you do that?” he
whispered.

“
Because I know what
you’ve been doing to me.” He was making her forget herself, forget
everything but him. And she needed to wrest control, in any way she
could. Sienna pushed him away from her. She was actually surprised
when he let her. Her lace slip was barely on, but it didn’t matter.
She needed her clothes.

“
You wanted this,” he
reminded her.

“
I wanted to fuck. Not to
stay in this house, forever and ever.” Her thoughts were still
blurry, but not so bad that she didn’t know what she had to do. She
woozily made her way upstairs and found her old clothes, blinking
dazedly at the piles of discarded lingerie that she’d been wearing.
Like a dress up whore in an old movie. Whose were they, anyway? How
many women had he enslaved with his phantom body? But it didn’t
matter. None of it was real, the way her life had been real before
she got here.

“
You can’t go.” He stood
by the doorway like a beautiful Greek statue, naked and now fully
white again, his magnificent dick asking to be sucked, to be
touched.

“
Watch me.” She jiggled
her firm ass into tight jeans, ignoring the fact that she couldn’t
find her panties. She pulled on a dirty t-shirt, grabbed her purse,
and pushed past him down the stairs.

As soon as she reached for the doorknob, she
felt him at her back. Holding one arm, the other sliding around her
waist, embracing her the way that Alan never did. Tears came to her
eyes. It wasn’t all physical to him. She knew that now, but it was
too late.

“
No, I can’t. I can’t!”
she gasped, and opened the door.

“
Don’t,
Sienna!”

She stepped halfway out the door. Suddenly,
one ghostly hands on her arm disappeared.

She took one more deep breath and one more
step forward onto the porch.

The arm wrapped around her waist
disappeared, too. She spun around and looked through the open door
and saw nothing. Heard nothing. Her mind was crystal clear again.
The sun was so strong in its fall brilliance that she was blinded
for a second.

Wait. Please. Leave me something to remember
you by. You have your life to live, but I’ll be alone forever. No
one has ever fit me like you, Sienna.

Sienna stared at the gaping doorway, saying
nothing. Her heart wrenched, imagining an eternity of being alone.
She riffled through her purse and found her Tiffany heart pendant
tangled at the bottom. She didn’t remember even taking it off.
Maybe the pendant was good luck, but look where it brought her.
Sienna didn’t need it anymore. She knew how to take care of her
heart. She didn’t need a chunk of metal to remind her.

Sienna took it and tossed it through the
open door. It hovered in mid air, just beyond the threshold where
she knew he’d caught the trinket.

“
Goodbye,” she said. She
heard no reply in her mind or ears. She was beyond his reach
now.

The door slowly closed. As she turned and
trotted down the stairs, she felt his phantom eyes on her, as if
the whole house watched her every move. She unlocked her car and
took a deep breath, smelling the faint scent of upholstery mixed
with cigarettes. Her foot pressed the gas pedal hard as she backed
out of the driveway and turned onto the road.

Sienna’s nipples tingled and her clit buzzed
and ached, as if they already missed him. But like an addict who
stopped cold turkey, she also felt a despairing loneliness. As she
watched the haunted house diminish in size in her rearview mirror,
tears splashed onto her lap.

Her hand went instinctively to her neck
where the pendant no longer hung. Somehow, she had a funny feeling
that this wasn’t really goodbye forever.

THE END

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Folia Deux spends her days
making the most of her filthy mind. She loves twisting holiday
tales into erotic fantasy and feeding the lascivious appetites of
her readers.

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We reach the entrance, no overhead light to
show us the way. It’s freaking dark, and for a moment I’m sure the
door’s going to be locked. But just as we reach it, the thing
opens, revealing a dimly lit entryway. And a very tall …
executioner. Broad, built, and at least six-feet, six inches. His
head is covered in black leather, and only his eyes, black as coal,
are visible, along with his chiseled jaw. His cloak swishes as he
peers down at us.

“
Here for the haunted
house?” he asks in a friendly, innocuous kind of voice. It’s
completely at odds with his battle axe, which looks real as hell,
its blade glinting in the yellow light of the room, something
maroon crusted along its edge. Lifting the heavy-looking thing
easily, he gestures at the arched doorway directly behind him. The
sign over it says “House of Horrors,” and just beyond it, I see
movement, things slinking around in the murk. A distant cackle. A
muffled growl. Witches. Werewolves. A good, clean scare.

“
Sort of.” Laura’s grip on
me tightens like she thinks I’m about to run. This is my
cue.

“
We’re, um …” I say. And
then I stop, my heart in my throat. If Jaida was telling the truth,
this is going to be intense. Am I ready for it?

Laura reaches into her
purse and pulls out the admission fee—a few hundred, and Jaida
promised it was worth every penny. “We’re here to
get 
perfututum
,” Laura blurts as the executioner accepts the fee, her voice
shaking as she utters the password.

We looked it
up. 
Perfututum
, as it turns out, is Latin for
getting 
totally
fucked
.

My stomach tightens at the idea.

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.