Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)

“I’m terrified, no different than you are. I just refuse to let them see my fear. I won’t allow them to break me.”

The moment I utter the words the masked man returns and grabs Belinda by her hair as she cries, kicks, and scratches.

Part of me wants to take this opportunity to try to run past them and out the door to freedom, but I’m sure he isn’t working alone. I’d never make it far.

The door slams shut once more, and I am only thankful that they haven’t made me witness my friends’ deaths.

Gunfire pops off and I shudder knowing he will return for me soon.

One lonely tear threatens to trickle down my cheek, but I battle against the urge to cry and shut that emotion down as quickly as the feeling swept through me.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

I repeat the exercise, hoping to keep it together. I don’t want him to see me fall apart. I don’t want him to think he can break me.

Creak.

The door to my temporary prison opens and the man with the mask holds up his right hand motioning his finger for me to come to him. I know he means to kill me and I mean to let him. The

re is no changing the fate I have been delivered to. I am a fly caught in the spider’s web.

I keep my face and posture stoic as I move up from my position in the floor.

Stepping forward, one foot in front of the other, I take his offered hand.

His touch is warm…strong… and somewhat inviting.

As soon as I leave the room he presses me into the wall and puts a blindfold over my face in an attempt to shield my eyes from the scene behind him. It’s too late though. I see my friends each with a hole in their forehead. Their eyes appear to be frozen in the quick flash I glimpse of their bodies.

Grabbing my hands, he binds them together with an itchy rope. I rub my wrists together although I know I won’t be breaking free.

Next thing I know my masked monster is jerking me forward and shoving me down to my knees.

“Any last words?” His rough voice grits in my ear, sending shivers coursing down my spine. If I weren’t about to die, I would find his voice appealing, sexy even. The morbid thought runs through my mind shocking me.

“You’re a coward.” I spit my words at him with pure venom. “You can’t even look me in the eyes when you pull the trigger. A real man wouldn’t need to hide his face…a real man—” my words are cut off by the warm barrel of the gun rubbing over my lips.

I close my mouth, staying motionless as the killing instrument probes my mouth, smearing my saliva down my chin.

The torturous game continues until the weapon is dipping between the valley of my breasts.

I should be scared.

I should be begging for my life to be spared but something about his actions feels…erotic, and my body betrays me as heat pools in my belly, spreading to my inner thighs.

Before I can react a tongue slides across my bottom lip.

“You fuckin’ taste like trouble. I should kill you right now but lucky for you…I crave what I should never touch,” his minty breath whispers against my mouth before he dives in for a full-blown kiss. This kiss isn’t just any kiss.

This kiss screams possession as thoughts of him and wondering who he is rules my existence.

His tongue demanding entrance into my mouth should disgust me, but my body eagerly responds to the touch and taste of him invading and overpowering my control.