Scream For Us (Order of the Unseen)(3)

Now I know how Elena Gilbert felt, torn between two men.

“No. He didn’t have the chance to hurt me,” I anxiously reply, gazing up at Ghost with gratitude. “Thanks to you.”

“He knows what he wants,” Jason speaks up.

“Oh?” I sheepishly question, taken back. “And what does he want, exactly?”

Ghost steps toward me, inching closer. Closer.

Staring up at his mask, I swallow hard.

“Don’t ask him, little Quinn,” Ghost says. “Ask me directly.”

A warm, fuzzy feeling washes over me from his seductive tone. “What do you want?” I finally ask, barely any sound to my voice.

“Silly girl,” he smugly retorts. “I want what every other guy in this party wants.”

He reaches to my hair, brushing it over my shoulder, his black, leather gloves lightly brushing against my neck. I feel so exposed as he stands over me.

Vulnerable.

“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?”

Without warning, the door opens, slamming against the wall with a loud thud. The music pours into the room, completely ruining the moment.

Someone dressed as Michael Myers stands in the doorway. How is every one of them taller than six feet? I’ve been reading too many smut books lately, and I clearly haven’t gotten out enough.

“Got your text,” Michael says, revealing that he is their friend.

“Couldn’t have been any better with your timing,” Ghost dryly mutters, dismissing them with a single wave of his hand.

The second the door shuts behind them, he gazes down at me in silence. I can almost make out the outline of his eyes from the dim light on the other side of the room. Suddenly, my heart begins to pound at the thought of us finally being alone with one another.

What am I doing? What am I thinking?

This is so unlike me.

Although, that’s the thing. Tonight, I can be whoever the hell I want to be.

And for once in my life, I choose to be reckless.





Chapter 2





“You asked what I want,” he says, inching closer as I lose my ability to breathe. “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.”

A hushed moan escapes my trembling lips as he lights a burning desire within me. I’ve never felt this way before. So hot and undeniably bothered. An ache settles between my legs, and warmth blushes over my skin. I can literally feel my clit pulsing, begging for his tongue, and I can’t seem to fight the urge of tearing off his costume.

“I want to explore every inch of that sexy little body you got there,” he boldly says. “Such a sexy piece of ass, you are, little Quinn.”

Another quiet moan leaves my lips without my permission.

“You like it when I call you that, don’t you, baby?”

“Little Quinn,” I echo his words, infatuated.

“There it is,” he coos, taking my jaw in his hand, ensuring I look directly into the eyes of his mask. “Now tell me. If I were to slip my hand between your thighs, right now, how wet would you be for me?”

My abdomen clenches tight at the thought.

The truth is, I’m wetter now than I’ve ever been in my life.

“Very,” I whisper.

“Fuck,” he grunts, tightening his grasp on my face, squishing my cheeks. “Even through this mask I can already smell how sweet you are. I want a taste.”

My knees are only moments from buckling. My entire body begins to quiver. My face fills with heat.

Somehow, my darkest fantasies, that I figured I could only dream or read about, have the power to come to life right before my eyes.

“Such a pretty mouth. Put it to good use.” He traces my bottom lip with his thumb, cocking his head to the side. “Tell me what you want from me, and I’ll give it to you.”

And finally, I let go wholeheartedly.

“You,” I answer.

“Do you?”

“Yes,” I softly reply. “I want you to bring my darkest fantasies to life.”

“Darkest,” he echoes, hesitating. “I can imagine my dark is far different than yours, sweetheart.”

“Dark,” I emphasize. “But there’s one condition.”

Placing his hand on my chest, he moves me backward, pinning me to the wall. Lightly wrapping his fingers around my throat, he presses down, making it a challenge for me to swallow.

“Tonight,” I rush out, grasping his wrist. “Just one night.”

“One night?”

“Yes. By sunrise, it’s over.”

He laughs, with no humor intended. “You say that so easily, like it’s possible for me to let you go.”

“Well, that’s my condition,” I press.

“Even if it’s for tonight, and tonight only, little Quinn,” he hesitates, spreading my legs with his knee. “You’ll still always be mine.”

Blinking up at him, I say nothing.

“Mercy,” he lets out. “Beg me for mercy if my dark is too much for you to bear.”