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

by Molly Doyle

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

I obey, staring desperately into the dark eyes of his mask. Something about this is so erotic, so twisted. Here I am, in a stranger’s bathroom, getting railed by Ghostface. And even better, he’s fucking my brains out through the hole he ripped in my fishnets.

“Now that, little Quinn—” He firmly takes my jaw in his hand, tracing my lips with his thumb. “That is how you deserve to be fucked. Always.”