Scream For Us (Holiday Masked Men #1)(10)

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.

Jason grabs the bottle of whiskey from Michael, who shortly after dismisses himself from the room. Pouring himself a glass, Jason slightly lifts the bottom of his mask, revealing the lower half of his face. Pouty, pink lips, press against the glass, as he swallows down the strong liquor with one gulp.

Ghost sits beside me, locking me between the two of them. “What’s next, little Quinn?” he asks, with a crooked grin. “What are some of those dark fantasies of yours?”

Taking a sip of my drink, I squirm in my seat. “I’m not sure,” I reply.

“Don’t be afraid,” he purrs, gripping my leg above my knee. His hand is huge compared to my thigh. “Tonight, we will give you everything you crave and more.”

“We,” I echo, uncertain.

“If that’s what you want,” he begins, sensually grazing his fingers along my inner thigh. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

“I’ve only ever read about this,” I sheepishly admit. “It’s always been just a fantasy.”

“You asked me to bring them to life,” Ghost urges. “Are you taking that back?”

“No,” I rush out. “I told you I want this.”

Jason takes the glass from my hand, startling me, before setting it onto the table. Returning his attention to me, he leans against the backrest of the couch, placing his hand on my other leg.

Ghost grips my neck, and when I tilt my head back in submission, he smiles deviously. Those pearly white teeth make me weak. Bringing me closer, he presses his lips to my neck, as I allow my eyes to flutter shut, taking in the eroticism of this moment.

Both men caress up and down my legs. An electrical current is in the air, and I’m not only drawn to Ghost, but to Jason, as well.

His lips are soft, and warm, goosebumps rising on my skin. He licks, sucks, and bites his way down to my collarbone. Arching my back, wetness pools between my thighs. I am drenched for them.