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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.
“I have this urge to kill—” he hesitates, his voice low. “—anyone who touches you.”
“Don’t ask him, little Quinn,” Ghost says. “Ask me directly.” A warm, fuzzy feeling washes over me from his seductive tone. “What do you want?” I finally ask, barely any sound to my voice. “Silly girl. I want what every other guy in this party wants.
But that’s the thing. Tonight I can be whoever the hell I want to be. And for once in my life, I choose to be reckless.
You asked what I want,” Ghost says, inching closer as I lose my ability to breathe. “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.”
“I want to explore every inch of that sexy little body you got there,” he continues. “Such a sexy piece of ass you are, little Quinn.”
“There it is,” he coos, taking my jaw in his hand, ensuring I look directly into the eyes of his mask. “Now tell me. If I were to slip my hand between your thighs right now, how wet would you be for me?” My abdomen clenches at the thought. The truth is, I’m more wet now than I’ve ever been in my life. “Very,” I whisper. “Fuck,” he grunts, tightening his grip on my face, squishing my cheeks. “Even through this mask I can already smell how sweet you are. I want a taste.”
“Yes. I want you to bring my darkest fantasies to life.” “Darkest,” he echoes, hesitating. “I can imagine my dark is far different than yours, sweetheart.” “Dark,” I emphasize. “But there’s one condition.”
Placing his hand on my chest, he moves me backward, pinning me to the wall. Lightly wrapping his fingers around my throat, he presses down, making it a challenge for me to swallow.
He laughs, with no humor intended. “You say that so easily, like it’s possible for me to let you go.” “Well, that’s my condition,” I press. “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.”
“Mercy,” he lets out. “Beg me for mercy if my dark is too much for you to bear.”
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Quinn,” he warns, his voice low. Tight. “You asked for dark. Don’t forget that.” Turning on my heel, I stare at the wall, bracing myself for the unknown. I’m terrified, yet thrilled at the same time. Adrenaline pumps like nitrous through my veins.
“Do you trust me?” he asks, and I can almost feel his gaze burning through the back of my skull. “Yes,” I answer softly. “Foolish, little Quinn,” he taunts me, brushing my hair behind my shoulder, exposing my neck. “Wrong answer.”
He tosses his gloves to the floor and retrieves the belt, holding it out before me at eye level. “Close your eyes,” he orders. I obey, feeling the soft fabric as it rests over my eyelids, cutting out the dim light. He slips his hand between my thighs, massaging my clit over the thin fabric of my bodysuit, making me squirm. “Such a good girl.”
“Please,” I whimper, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. “That’s right,” he bites out. “Fucking beg.”
“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.”
“Ten,” he begins. “We had a deal,” I press. “Nine.” “I asked you to bring my darkest fantasies to life.” “Eight,” he tests. “I want this,” I admit, more to myself than to him. “Seven.” “I want you.” “Six,” he sharply exhales. “Five. Four.” “I’m not changing my mind,” I boldly tell him. “Three…” “Two,” I taunt. Suddenly, he becomes silent. Allowing me a final moment to change my mind. To run. I don’t move an inch. And his eyes narrow. “One.”
“Oh, God,” she cries, bucking her hips, matching my strokes. “Oh, God.” “God isn’t here right now,” I confirm, nicking her skin again.
