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“If you ever fucking touch her again, I’ll put you down like a sick dog.”
The figure dressed in all black slowly turns to face me, and the moment I see the mask from Scream hiding his identity, I’m left a hot, quivering mess.
“I have this urge to kill—” he hesitates, his voice low. “—anyone who touches you.”
Now I know how Elena Gilbert felt, torn between two men.
“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.”
“Such a good girl.”
“You’re safe,” he promises, and even with his deep, menacing tone, he eases my fears. “And ours.”
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. Please don’t kill me Mr. Ghostface. Not yet, at least.
“Good girl,” he praises, squeezing my ass as he slams into me with urgency. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”
“That’s right. Such a good little slut. Bounce on daddy’s dick.”
“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.”
“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.”
“Poor Alex,” I recite Ghostface’s famous line. “You think this is all about you? You think you’re still the star?”
“You’re safe. Take off my mask, baby,” I instruct, and she listens. “That’s my good girl. Now put it on.”
“You really thought I could let you go?” He steps into my view, and my heart flutters. “Ghost.”
“And after having you last night, I’m keeping what I want. You’re mine, little Quinn,” he slowly lets out. “Say it.”
