Midnight Phantom のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

[Cara] It’s been three months now, yet instead of waking up with the sound of my alarm clock, I jolted up on my bed, screaming bloody murder. I’ve been taking meds, helping me with my anxiety and melatonin. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to sleep at night.For the past couple of hours, I’ve been standing naked in front of the mirror inside my bathroom, staring at my reflection, counting each fading scar marred on my skin, especially the one on my side. The deepest and the most pronounced of them all. I’ve been back in my apartment since Burson had already been cared for. I see no reason not to stay in my place where I could be at peace in living alone.Mom, of course, protested at the thought of it, but she got no choice, and no, I refused to get medical attention to see a psychiatrist. I don’t want some stranger peering into the worst part of my life and opening the wound I’ve been working so hard to bandage shut.Well, except for Nancy. She agreed with her mom to get to a psychiatris

[Cara]I was seething the entire time I listened to the speaker at our conference. My mind reeled at the thought of going commando underneath my skirt while my panty was stuffed inside Damon’s pocket. My cheeks were still flushed with shame and titillation about earlier encounters, jarring my brain at the moment.The cretin perfected the smug look on his face, smirking the whole time like an idiot. He sat away across the table from me and did not even spare me a glance as though nothing had happened. If there were no other people in this room, I would have thrown myself to him, gauged his eyeballs out, and shoved them into his throat. You have no idea how infuriating this is to sit and can do nothing about it.“Miss Cara, do you have any input about the expansion proposal?”I was snapped out of my internal fuming when the presenter suddenly called my attention. My eyes quickly skimmed the projected slides on the whiteboard, analyzing the skewed data and charts, but unfortunately, my

[3rd POV—Damon]Clearly, Damon is getting crazy being this close to her again.Her smooth silken skin slides underneath the pads of his fingers. Tracing the delectable cleft of her slit.His impulses screamed at him to unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock, sinking his hardness into her warmth depth.Her flawless face rests on her pillow as her full lips are parted slightly in sleep. Her dark hair is spread out on her pillow, and Damon stays still, feeling her wetness while watching her sink into her dreamless slumber.Damon selfishly wonders if she’s thinking of him, and he doesn’t care if she is murdering him in her sleep. As if to prove how her body is so in tune with his, he flicks her wet cleft. Her body quickly responds with slight lists and moans, mumbling like calling someone.“Oh, so lovely.” He whispered, leaning close to her cheek and kissing the corner of her lips.He maybe had a drink, a couple glasses of scotch, but it sounded like she said his name. He climbed into th

[Cara]One kiss is what it all takes before my defenses come crumbling down. As if some enormous wrecking ball had suddenly crashed through my walls and shattered me to pieces, with no prior warning, the feelings I had been attempting to suppress poured out of me like a dam giving way and releasing a flood. Damon’s mercy reduced me to nothing more than a jumbled heap of all those shards, leaving me with nothing.“We shouldn’t do this,” I whispered, unable to look him in the eyes. His lips were only a breath away, and even though we were barely kissing, I felt like already drowning.He had me last night. I was barely even conscious. It drove me mad, not because he technically ravished my body when I couldn’t do anything but sighs and moan. My frustration stems from the fact that all of the emotions that I had been working so hard to repress suddenly surfaced in such a flurry that I couldn’t contain them no more. I still haven’t gotten over that we are about to officially engage in a fe

[Cara]I held Damon's arm so tight as we descend into the spiraling staircase. The orchestra harmonizes in the background while the spotlight follows us slowly with each step. I could feel them judging my gown, the way I smile, and waiting when I would falter on my steps. On how the makeup was done and everything else, finding any flaw in how I compose myself next to Damon. Meanwhile, the man next to me was beaming from ear to ear. So proud of what was happening right now. If the circumstances were different and all the things that transpired between us, this wouldn't have unnerved me. I would have enjoyed this moment knowing that this night is mine and to the man, I would share my life with in sickness and in health. Nevertheless, regardless of the number of times, Damon cautioned me not to think about anything that might jeopardize our impending marriage, I couldn't help but turn my gaze to each face that was staring up at me and consider the possibility that one of them desired