Scream For Us (Order of the Unseen, #0.5)

by Molly Doyle

For those with a love for Halloween… But especially for those who would love to be smashed like a freaken pumpkin by three masked men.

“If you ever fucking touch her again, I’ll put you down like a sick dog.”

I can’t wait to hear you scream.

Here I am, alone with Ghost and Jason—two people I’ve never met. Yet, I’ve never felt so safe.

“I have this urge to kill—” he hesitates, his voice low. “—anyone who touches you.”

“I’ve been watching you all goddamn night. I want to fuck the sadness out of you until you’re screaming in ecstasy while coming around my cock.”

“Even through this mask I can already smell how sweet you are. I want a taste.”

“Tell me what you want from me, and I’ll give it to you.”

“Even if it’s for tonight, and tonight only, little Quinn,” he hesitates, spreading my legs with his knee. “You’ll still always be mine.”

“You’re safe,” he promises, and even with his deep, menacing tone, he eases my fears. “And ours.”

“If you ever put your filthy hands on what’s mine again, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you. Slowly.”

“It’s all you’ve ever wanted. To be protected. Safe,” he sharply states, cutting across the front lawn of a house. “We will keep you safe, little Quinn.”

“I didn’t come to your rescue because I’m your knight in shining armor.” He places me onto my feet, before taking my face between his gloved hands. “I’m the villain, and I want you all to myself.”

The dim porch light is bright enough to bring out his striking blue eyes, surrounded by thick, dark lashes, highlighting his disheveled, black hair. He wets his plump lips with the tip of his tongue before they curl into a devious smirk. His sharp, chiseled jawline clenches tight, as my gaze travels down to the tattoos covering his neck. Ghost is more handsome than I ever could have fathomed, which only seems to make this harder.

Ghost

“I plan on fucking you both violently, and passionately, all night long,”

Dark brown hair and hazel eyes, with such masculine facial features.

Jason

revealing large tattoos on his arms, chest, and ribs.

Jason

Strikingly handsome, with sharp, masculine features. Brown eyes surrounded by thick, dark lashes that turn me to mush. Blond, messy hair that’s loosely tied back.

Micheal

“Naïve, little Quinn. I’d sell my soul for you.”

But this is just for one night. One night only. By sunrise, it’s over. And that’s what truly scares me.

“He’s going to lose his shit when he wakes up and you’re not there.”

“And after having you last night, I’m keeping what I want. You’re mine, little Quinn,” he slowly lets out. “Say it.”