Scary in Love

by Holly June Smith

The Miller mansion sits far back behind imposing gates, high on a hill on the edge of our boring little town. It’s run-down and creepy, and I fucking love it.

I’m far more terrified of things in the real world, like the persistent dismantling of basic human rights by those in power, urinary tract infections, and falling in love.

but judging by the blank look on his pasty face, he’s not gonna be the man to match my freak.

The mask kink girlies are getting fed right away, it seems.

I’m fucked. Fishnets are my weakness.

I’m offended by the sentiment. People use ‘pussy’ like it’s a weak thing. Everyone knows balls are way more sensitive, and pussies can take a good pounding any day of the week. And in this case, my date was one hundred percent testicle.”

find somewhere to prop your leg up, and I’ll give you a ride home when we’re finished.” Your shoulders would make a great place for my legs, I think. “I beg your pardon?” he says, his jaw open in surprise. Do not tell me I said that out loud. “What?” “Did you say something about my shoulders?” Oh shit. This man really is messing with my head. “Soldier!” I scramble to recover. “I think I can be a brave soldier. That’s what I said. And I could murder a drink.”

“Hey Mason Miller, why are you so nervous to talk to me?” “Have you seen yourself, Jenna Laing?”

“Are you stalking me, Mason? That’s only hot in dark romance, not in real life.”

“Maybe I’m not content with ten minutes of flirting over morning coffee.” “Oh, we’re flirting, are we?” “Well, I wouldn’t want to assume your intentions, but I most definitely am.”

Ever since she twirled for me, I’ve had the overwhelming urge to tell her what to do. To take control of her body, shatter her into so many pieces that when I put her back together, she’ll never be the same again. I want her to feel things she’s never felt before, to fuck her into the deepest sleep of her life. Want her to wake up with a lingering ache from all the places I’ve grabbed and pinched and stretched her.

“I guess I’m asking, are you a nice guy or a sick fuck?” He traces his finger down the column of my throat. “Heaven forbid a man wants to be both.”

“I want to scare the fuck out of you, Jenna. And then I want to fuck the scared out of you.”

If you fuck me dressed as a clown, it better be from behind with a bag over my head. JENNA: What the hell are you planning? MASON: You’ll see. Count your days.

“Oh, don’t mind me, Mum and Dad. I’m just off to get my guts rearranged in a haunted house with a guy who’s into kinky roleplay. Don’t wait up!”

“Go on, baby. You can give me one more.”

“Oh, fuck, that’s hot,” he moans. “Look at you twitching on it. You trying to milk every drop out of me, greedy girl?” My eyes roll back. Why the fuck did I say yes to condoms? I want him to fill me with cum until it leaks out between us. Want him to push it back inside me. Want to feel it seeping out of me for the rest of the night. Want him to lap it up and dribble it into my mouth.