Scream For Us (Holiday Masked Men #1)(17)

Although, instead of questioning everything, and hating myself for letting them in, I chose to do the opposite.

I give in to the inevitable bliss of being theirs for the rest of the night.

Pressing myself against Ghost, I lift my hand to the back of his neck, guiding him down to me. He leans forward, pressing his lips firmly against mine. Breathing me in deeply, feverishly. Quietly groaning under his breath. Running his hands through my hair, pulling tight on the strands, the back of my skull throbbing with pain.

I can’t seem to get enough.

After breaking our heated kiss, I turn to Jason, and he knows.

He kisses me hard, longingly. So much lust. Passion.

Michael spins me around, taking my jaw in a firm grasp. He presses his full lips to mine, aggressively gripping my hips, as he brings me against him. Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he fights for control, and he wins.

Melting into him, he lifts me from the floor and tosses me over his shoulder. He walks us into a room, Ghost and Jason trailing close behind us, and then he lowers me onto the bed. Grabbing my ankles, he flips me onto my stomach, tearing open the buttons at my crotch.

Fisting the sheets, the weight of his bare body leans against my backside, and he rubs the smooth tip of his cock up and down my wet slit. Michael enters me hard, and I take him all at once, stifling a cry into the mattress.

Barely giving me the chance to adjust to his invasion, he slams into me aggressively. Gripping the back of my neck, he pins me down, keeping me still. Stretching me wide, he plunges himself as deep as I can take him, breathing shallow with each forceful thrust.

“Fuck,” he grunts, wrapping my hair around his wrist, and pulling tight.

Flipping me onto my back, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, and my legs spread for him on their own accord. He enters me slowly, before slamming into me hard. Over and over. Without mercy. Gripping my thighs, he digs his fingers into my skin.

Jason climbs onto the bed, working his thickness with his hand, before grazing the rosy head of his cock against my lips. Prying open my mouth with his thumb, he pushes himself into my mouth, my lips stretching wide around him. Cradling his shaft with my tongue, he fucks my mouth, fingers clasped tight around my throat.

A roar erupts from his chest, and his cock twitches. Licking the tip of his crown, I savor the taste of him, until he plunges himself into the back of my throat. Repeatedly. Gagging on his thickness, I bob my head, meeting his thrusts, while Michael continues his merciless strokes, grinding his hips against me.

“What are we going to do with you now, little Quinn?” Ghost sadistically questions, tossing a rope onto the bed beside us. “Tie her up.”

Jason withdraws himself from my mouth, and secures the rope around my wrists, binding me tight. Michael lifts me, adjusts me into a new position, and pins my tied wrists over my head. Once he secures the rope onto a hook built into the headboard, I know I’m in for it.

I’ve never felt so defenseless, although this is better than anything I could have asked for. Tonight, I chose to be reckless, and here I am, getting used and tossed around like a ragdoll by two men at the same time.

Finally, my darkest fantasies are being brought to life.

Until my eyes scan the room, and I realize Ghost is nowhere in sight.





Chapter 10





Michael unties the rope from around my wrists, and my skin feels raw. No matter how badly I wanted to find my release for them, I held it back. As incredible as it was to experience multiple men, and to act out on my fantasies, there’s only one man on my mind.

Ghost.

My bare feet are quiet against the hardwood floor as I make my way into his room. Darkness welcomes me, except for the faintest amount of light from the full moon shining in through the window. His bed is huge, king-size, and the ceiling is high. The walls are painted dark, and the space around us feels bare, until the large bookshelf in the corner stands out.

The sound of running water catches me off guard, and there’s a bright light shining through the slight crack of another door from across the room. Peeking into the bathroom, I begin to second-guess myself, until the urge of needing to see him grows stronger.

He’s the one I truly want.

The thin wall of glass from the shower showcases the perfect outline of his masculine frame. Steam and warmth take up the small space around us. Gently shutting the door behind me, sweat beads at the side of my head.

My clothes drop to the cold, tile floor, pooling at my feet. Sliding my fishnet stockings down my waist, thighs, and legs, I’m now completely naked.

Ghost sticks his head out of the shower, and his eyes widen with desire when he sees me. He stands there, fingers gripping the edge of the thin glass wall, completely motionless. A burning passion ignites in his eyes, and there’s a magnetic pull between us, drawing us together.

“Get over here, little Quinn,” he breathes sharply.

Taking me into his arms, he brings me into the shower, moving us under the stream of uncomfortably hot water. When suddenly, my heart sinks. A dark, red substance drips from his disheveled hair, staining the water red at our feet, before it washes down the drain.

Blood. So much blood.

How did I not notice sooner? How was I so oblivious?

Placing a finger beneath my chin, he lifts my gaze from the blood-stained water, and my eyes meet his.

“You did this, for me,” I weakly let out. “What did you do to them, Ghost?”