Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)

A moan of pure pleasure erupts from my throat and I feel absolute shame, but I can’t stop myself from returning his kiss.

His tongue sweeps through my mouth dominating all my senses, owning every ounce of willpower I have.

This jerk is contemplating killing me, but not only that he fucking killed two of my friends. He kidnapped me! What’s wrong with me? Why does a part of me wish he’d kiss me again?

I am attracted to a psychopath.

The blindfold is removed, and I am face to face with the bastard I flashed my boobs at. He is down on his knees on my level.

His grey eyes darken as they burn into mine.

There are too many emotions hidden within their smoky depths to read him.

I know he is toying with me. The problem is a sick part of me enjoys it.

“If you’re going to kill me, just do it already,” I taunt.

The corners of his mouth curve upward into a delicious smirk. “No, don’t think I will. You got fire, princess. I like that shit.”

“Lucky me.”

“Damn straight you’re lucky. I don’t give second chances. Never.”

“Then why now? Why me?”

“Because…” He tucks the gun in the back waistband of his jeans. His hands move to the hem of my tank top, then travel underneath the pink cotton, moving up my torso until he reaches my breasts. Pinching each of my nipples he says, hoarsely, “It’d be a crying shame to let tits like these go to waste.”

If my hands weren’t bound I would smack him.

I try like hell to ignore the zing that travels straight to my pussy.

“If you…” my eyes focus on the scene behind him…my roommates—sorority sisters’ dead eyes stare at me, judging me.

Bile creeps up in my throat and I can feel my skin turning green as the shock of my predicament hits me.

“Don’t puke on me, sugar tits. Don’t need something else to clean up.” I begin to sway on my knees as my reality finally comes crashing down. I’m at the mercy of a monster. Before my eyes roll back in my head I read the name sewn onto his leather vest…I’m in the clutches of Boogeyman.

A name that represents things that go bump in the night.

The monster waiting in the shadows to terrorize you as you sleep.

Rapidly blinking my eyes, I fight the weight that is threatening to suck me under before my caramel orbs are rolling back in my head and the darkness takes over.

Chapter Two

—Boogeyman—

“Prospect,” I growl. “Load her in your car. You breathe a word and I will make damn sure you never earn your cut and I will fuck your girl while you watch.”

“Understood.”

“Meet me at my trailer. I gotta go kick out my tenants. If she wakes up. Shoot her up with this.” I hand him a syringe filled with a cocktail sure to take her to dream land for hours or days. I can’t really remember what the fuck Terror said it was. I shrug and start up my bike ready to blow this shithole before one of my brothers figures out there is only two bodies in that grave.

Thirty minutes later, I roll up to my trailer and rev my engine. I’ve been meaning to kick the sorry fucks out that I have been renting it to for some time. The nasty bastards are two months behind on their rent. I was waiting to make them do shit work that I normally put on a prospect, but I need them gone. Now.

I never had a personal need for the trailer aside from the extra income until tonight.

Putting down my kickstand, I get off my ride and stomp up the porch steps. When I raise my fist to knock the door swings open. John Tuddy stands before me in his underwear with his beer gut protruding out so far, he looks pregnant with triplets. Fucking fat smelly bastard.