Phantom of the Night by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Aunt Isabelle had nothing to say about the murder and was unusually quiet during the fitting. She refused to speak of the phantom and Lily was forced back into the hectic routine of fittings and rehearsals. The policemen came and went; only saying Lisa’s death was under investigation. Lisa’s part was given to another young actress as the world of the Pavilion marched on. A tension washed over them all, but the Baron only kept insisting, “It’s a terrible thing, but the theater waits for no man.”

Flowers were left for Lily every day in her room from Peter, but there were no more notes from her phantom and he did not visit her again. She missed him, even as she feared him. Her eyes strayed to each darkened corner, each peak in the ceiling, hoping to see a glimpse of him. She never did.

Every evening, Peter came to watch rehearsals. He was charming and seductive at the same time. When he looked at her with his dark eyes, there was no doubting that he was attracted to her.

Though at night, when Lily lay in bed, it wasn’t Peter she dreamed of. It was her phantom. The dreams were so real, so vivid, she couldn’t help but think they were truly happening on another plane of reality--a plane reached only through her mind. His body was hidden by shadows and his face was hidden by his dark mask, but she could feel him touching her.

Each night was the same. He’d come for her and urge her from the bed surrounded by the fog of her dream. Time stood still when she was with him. With a gentle hand, he’d guided her through the mist until they were in his lair. The stone walls were ominous, yet seductive in their dark beauty. Before she knew what was happening, red silk enveloped her as he danced with her before a large fireplace. Candles would light, leading them toward the bed like a path. There was a cross in her dreams--a big, gothic piece and black angels looked down on her with eerie light cast over their harsh features.

Everything blurred in that moment until it was just them--his cool hands on her body, his tongue thrust into her mouth stealing her breath in a kiss so deep she felt it in her toes. His flesh was a contradiction, like silk and stone mixed together. And when his body entered her, his hard cock claiming her to her soul, she knew she’d never felt more complete.

Her body would sting with longing until she awoke well into the desperate throws of passion. Strangely, these bizarre sexual encounters only happened when Arianna was out of the room--which was often as of late since Madame had the ballerinas practicing in the early morning hours when the stage was free. During those times, she was urged by an outside force to touch herself, stroking her wet pussy until she climaxed against her hand.

The phantom definitely monopolized her nights.

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