My heart hammers, and my stomach flutters. Butterflies.
“As crazy as this is, that was really sweet,” I murmur.
The four of us make our way up the front steps, crossing the porch and coming to a halt as we reach the front door.
“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 front door creaks open, darkness welcoming us.
My heart accelerates, drumming wildly. Goosebumps rise on my skin.
Dropping his arms to his sides, he steps back. Jason and Michael enter the home, and are swallowed by the darkness, leaving the door wide open behind them.
Ghost slowly pulls down the hood of his costume, grips the bottom of his mask, and pulls it over his head. And finally, after all night, he’s unmasked.
The dim porch light is bright enough to bring out his striking blue eyes, surrounded by thick, dark lashes, highlighting his disheveled, black hair. He wets his plump lips with the tip of his tongue before they curl into a devious smirk. His sharp, chiseled jawline clenches tight, as my gaze travels down to the tattoos covering his neck. Ghost is more handsome than I ever could have fathomed, which only seems to make this harder.
And he looks so familiar, yet I can’t seem to place him.
Swallowing hard, I anxiously blink up at him. “I’ve seen you before,” I accuse.
His face hardens. “Have you?”
“Yes.”
Cocking his head to the side, he sadistically grins. “Are you sure?” he challenges.
“I didn’t think you were ever going to take your mask off.”
“I didn’t plan on it,” he confesses, dropping his gaze to my lips. “But then how could I do this?”
Within seconds, he’s pulling me closer, and pressing his mouth against mine. He kisses me hard, aggressively holding me against him. My body dissolves against his, sparks flying. The tip of his tongue traces the seam of my lips, begging for entrance, and I eagerly grant it.
Our tongues brush together, impatiently, and he takes full control. Moving me backward, he pins me to the wall beside the front door, grazing his hands over every curve of my body. Catching his groan in my mouth, my breathing quickens, and the brisk, autumn air sends a shiver down my spine.
Ghost caresses my bare arms, warming me with the friction from his gloves. He leans into me, taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I moan in utter satisfaction, reaching up to lock my arms around his neck. Breathing in his heady cologne, an ache settles between my legs, before he bends down and lifts me effortlessly from the ground.
“Fuck,” he breathes, returning his now raw, red lips to mine.
Running my fingers through his slick hair, I melt into him, pushing my lower half against the large bulge in his pants. I’ve never been kissed like this in my life.
Drawing back his head, he rests his forehead against mine, and stares straight into my soul. “I plan on fucking you both violently, and passionately, all night long,” he coldly warns, eyes narrowed. “I’m giving you ten seconds to leave.”
“What?” I nearly whisper.
Placing me back onto my bare feet, he moves away, his demeanor drastically changing. “If you’re not gone in ten seconds, then your decision has been made.”
“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. Although, I don’t move an inch.
And his eyes narrow. “One.”
Chapter 6
The seductive, slow melody I’ve just chosen sounds through the Bluetooth speaker in the living room of their apartment. Ghost hands me the glass of red bull and vodka I had requested as Jason sits beside me on the black, leather couch.
Sexual tensions couldn’t be higher.
He reaches behind his shoulder and pulls the robe of his Ghostface costume over his head, leaving him in a black tank and black pants. My mouth falls open as I take in the sight of his heavily tattooed arms, defined shoulders and neck, all rippling with veins and muscle.