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There will be a day I finally snap and leave a flaming bag of dog crap on his front steps, and I have a feeling it’ll be sooner rather than later.
omg lol
He’s already watching me through whiskey-brown eyes, scanning over every inch of my body like I’m some prized possession he’s contemplating purchasing. Warmth rises to my cheeks as his sharp facial features and intricately tattooed skin lure me in. I can’t help but suck my lip between my teeth.
swallowing. I lock eyes with the tattooed god sitting at the back of the café as I slowly lick the cream that had made its way down my lip, off my finger. Somehow I just know he’d put my vibrator to shame.
She’s mine.
Don’t worry, little nightmare, you won't need that vibrator. Not after tonight.
My little nightmare is mine, and only mine.
Watching her brings a proud smile to my face, discreetly hidden behind my scarecrow mask, until someone brushes up against me, pulling my attention from my prey.
stalk down the hall like a man on a mission, and when I reach the wood door, I find they didn’t even close it all the way. Perfect.
but I keep reminding myself it’s not about size. It’s about how he uses it.
The moment he lets her up and her ghostly eyes lock with mine through the flames, my heart stops beating. I feel seen, exposed, and I can tell by the way her eyes stare back at me, that she feels it too, my little nightmare.
This is the closest I’ve been to her all night, and she’s even more perfect than I remember.
Turning to leave, my eyes fall to the ground, where I notice a pair of black lace panties. Bending down, I pick them up and bring them to my nose, inhaling her sweet scent.
wtf lol
“Normally, I’m a predator who enjoys playing with his prey, but lucky for you, I’d much rather get this over with so I can get back to my girl.”
Cara saw the dark side of me when she looked into my eyes; I felt it. In that split second, she learned that I am the predator, and she is my prey, but she didn’t back down. She wants it. My little nightmare craves the chase just as badly as I do, and well, who am I to deny my girl what she wants?
“You wanted to play baby, so let’s play,” I smirk
Tonight, I’m drinking to cure my hangover. Tomorrow, I’ll deal with the ultimate hangover, but that’s in the back of my mind for now. We’re here to enjoy ourselves and celebrate my favorite holiday: Halloween.
“If you could last more than two seconds maybe we would have had more of a chance, but you couldn’t, and you never cared about my needs.”
The man wearing the pumpkin mask chuckles. His laugh is deep, haunting me to my core as he releases it. Waves of chills roll down my spine, and I break out into a cold sweat. His voice comes smooth and firm, perhaps even sexy in the most wrong of ways. “Run, little nightmare.”
“This is punishment for not wearing panties and for fucking Jonah in front of me last night. You are mine, and I will pleasure you however I please. Your body was made for me.”
“Mmm,” he growls against my ear. “Am I making you feel good, little nightmare?”
“Eyes on me, little nightmare. There’s no one around to watch,” I growl, lowering my lips mere inches from hers. “It’s just you and me, now let go.”
How should I feel about the stranger in the pumpkin mask? How should I feel about him chasing me through a field like a predator would chase his prey? That’s what I was tonight, his prey, and I think I fucking loved it.
“Do you like your gift, little nightmare?” his deep voice emanates from behind me, causing me to spin around in a panic.
