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She’s probably shocked to see me at a party, instead of my typical penchant for avoiding social gatherings.
“If you ever fucking touch her again, I’ll put you down like a sick dog.”
I finally realize that this was all for me. He helped me. He protected me.
“I have this urge to kill—” he hesitates, his voice low. “—anyone who touches you.”
God help me. Although there’s a voice in my head that says, “God isn’t here right now.”
“He knows what he wants,” Jason speaks up. “Oh?” I question, taken aback. “And what does he want, exactly?” Ghost steps toward me, inching closer. Staring up at his mask, I swallow hard. “Don’t ask him, little Quinn,” Ghost says. “Ask me directly.”
“Say it,” I urge, gathering the robe over his chest in my hands. “Tell me what you want.” “Fuck,” he breathes. “Feisty little thing, aren’t you?”
I’ve been reading too many smut books lately, and I clearly haven’t gotten out enough.
“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.”
my trembling lips as he lights a burning desire within me. I’ve never felt this way before. So hot and undeniably bothered.
He’s a man, in every sense of the word. A god. A devil, maybe. My imagination wanders…
“Please,” I whimper, taking my bottom lip between my teeth. “That’s right,” he bites out. “Fucking beg.”
AHHHHHH!!!!!!
“You’re safe,” he promises, and even with his deep, menacing tone, he eases my fears. “And ours.”
Although some people choose to dress up as monsters on Halloween night, others simply are monsters.
“Yes, baby. I want to hear you scream.”
“Good girl,” he praises, squeezing my ass as he slams into me with urgency. “You’re such a good fucking girl.”
“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.”
“The night isn’t over.” “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.”
The engines go silent, and suddenly I’m able to hear the faint sounds of Halloween-themed music in the distance. The tune of the Michael Myers theme song. “Just for you, Mike,” Ghost says to Michael,
Getting revenge for little Quinn. It’s a sight to see as tears stream down his face. “Poor Alex,” I recite Ghostface’s famous line. “You think this is all about you? You think you’re still the star?”
“They know what they’re doing.” “They do?” He nods in response. “Okay,” I weakly say, doubting him. “Is this your first time running from the cops?” he asks, nonchalantly. “Yes,” I admit. “Why?” Then it hits me. It’s not their first time. From his eerie silence, he makes it clear that it won’t be the last.
“But you’ve already fulfilled my darkest fantasies,” I rush out. Ghost releases a sadistic chuckle from beside the bed. “Oh, Quinn,” he sighs, testing the rope’s hold on my delicate wrists, gazing down at my face with menacing eyes. “We’ll show you dark.” I begin to squirm helplessly on the bed, my lips curling into a grin.
“You did this, for me,” I weakly let out. “What did you do to them, Ghost?” “Naïve, little Quinn. I’d sell my soul for you.”
Many thoughts rush through my mind, but there’s only one that stands out. I could get used to this. But this is just for one night. One night only. By sunrise, it’s over. And that’s what truly scares me.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop thinking about them. About Ghost. I’d do anything to take back my one night only condition.
