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I gasped as he came closer and towered over my bed. I shivered, terrified yet aroused.
What was wrong with me?
His green eyes peered down at me, filled with lust and malice. Like he fucking hated me. Like he wanted to own me.
I was afraid to breathe. Afraid to move.
He leaned over me and pressed his fists into the mattress, boxing me in. His lips hovered over mine. “Do you understand what’s about to happen? I’m going to do bad things to you, Bailey. Dirty, filthy, depraved things. And you’re going to like it. And you’re not going to beg me to stop. You’ll demand me to finish. You know why? Because the brutality makes you feel alive. You’ve been dying in your own skin for so long. That ends tonight. I’ve come to awaken every vile piece of you.”
Oh, fuck.
He wrapped his strong hands around my wrists and yanked me from my bed, tossing me onto the floor. I gasped as he kept coming, stalking toward me. I scrambled back, my heart pounding.
But where would I go? I couldn’t run. No. Not from him. He would never let me get far.
He hissed, his lips pursed, as he dug his fingers into my hair. “This way, little fox.”
I yelped as he dragged me across the floor by my strands. “You don’t get to cum in your own bed. Not yet. You cum when and where I say you can. When we say you can.”
We? Oh, fuck. There is more of them?
My skin burned against the carpet as he pulled me across it. He kicked open doors as he dragged me. We passed through rooms that used to belong to me. This was his house now. There was no escape. I had done this to myself.
We stopped in the living room. Two other shadows lurked in the dark. Their breaths were heavy. I could sense their arousal. Their lust. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Did I want this? Did I have a choice?
The man’s fingers twisted in my hair, pulling me up to a half crouch. “This is your life for now, little fox. You live at our mercy. Time to see how well you behave.”
A second man growled. “Take off her clothes. Show us what we’ve won.”
I hugged my arms to my chest as the man with the black hair and green eyes hovered over me. A sinister chuckle erupted from deep in his gut. He trailed a finger across my jaw, so soft as if he were the gentlest man in existence. He was not.
“Do you deny us our release, little fox?”
I trembled as he crouched down, putting himself at eye level with my clenched pussy. The only thing covering it was my thin lace panties. Why was this making me so wet?
“We can’t force you, but we aren’t leaving until we get what we want. The sooner you give in to your own desires, the sooner you admit your carnal appetite to yourself, then the fun can begin. And when we’ve had our fill, we’ll leave you alone forever.”
I can’t believe that fucking curse is real. What a stupid fucking girl I was. But in my defense, who would actually believe that unlocking a door in a supposedly haunted house would send three scary—though hot as hell—spirits to my house in the middle of Halloween night? Three angry spirits with tattoos and chiseled abs who have been sex starved for centuries.
But he just revealed a secret. They can’t make me do anything. Sure, they can torment me and occupy my house for the rest of my life, but they can’t make me do anything. But would they really have to?
As I looked each one up and down, my nipples pebbling at the sight of their wild eyes already undressing me, their heaving chests practically panting for me, I wondered, would they really have to make me do anything? What if he was right?
Maybe I wanted this just as much as they did. Maybe more. They weren’t the only ones who had been starving for sexual touch. I craved it. And I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that my fantasies lately have started just like this. Only this time, it was real.
My heart pounded. “I’m not taking my clothes off for you.” I wasn’t ready. “I don’t even know your names.”
The dark haired one smiled, looking back and winking at the other two who sat perched on my living room windowsill. “She makes an excellent point.”
He sat down next to me, and I flinched as he wrapped an arm around my shoulders. His grip was hard and firm, the muscles flexing to show me just how strong he was. “You can call me Poe.” He pointed to the blond, blue eyed one, the one with the deep scar going through his eyebrow. “That’s Grim.”
Poe nodded toward the third disturbingly sexy man-spirit who had yet to utter a single word. He just glared at me hungrily with his sharp brown eyes. He barely moved a muscle except for when he was running his tattooed hand through his dirty blond locks. “And that silent beauty over there, he’s called Saint… I assure you he’s anything but.”
Grim growled as he fingered the buckle of his belt. “Now she can choose which name to scream out when we’re defiling that tight little cunt of hers.”
Saint licked his lips, his throat bobbing as he swallowed. But he remained quiet. And this is why he scared me the most. The silent assassin, watching me like I was a bird in a cage. A cage that only they held the key to.
What the fuck did I let out last night?
