Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)

Ice water should do the trick. Seen my dad do it to my stepmom a few times back when I was a boy. She’d get so fucked up and not know what world she was in. Thought she was dead quite a few times. The old man would bring her back though. First, he would act all concerned. He’d be gentle and kiss her mouth then when she would smile he’d punch her in the teeth.

In the kitchen I get a cup and fill it with ice.

I could put water in it and toss it on her but that would soak the new bed and wouldn’t be as fun as what I have in mind.

Pulling the covers back, my nostrils flare seeing her sexy body bare and ready for the taking.

Fishing an ice cube from the cup I suck it between my lips to melt it a little.

Keeping the single cube between my fingers I rub it over her lips.

They twitch in response, but she doesn’t wake.

I continue to move it along her neck, carving a path to the valley of her breasts. Those perfect tits are taunting me. Daring me to suck those pink buds into my mouth and have a taste of her soft skin. I keep myself in check though, only using the ice to tease her now goosebump covered flesh.

This is pure torture. Having her naked and unable to protest my claiming what I know will be mine.

Her nipples grow taught with my ministrations. Hardened into peaks.

A soft murmur leaves her lips and when I look up at her she’s fucking smiling.

My dick goes hard at the sight of her sweet lips curving upward as our eyes meet.

Chapter Eleven

—Shelly—

A cold wet sensation caresses my skin, waking me from what feels like the longest nap on the planet.

My nipples grow hard as the sensation continues to wreak havoc on my body. I can feel a smile stretching across my face as I open my eyes to see a brutally sexy beast of a man staring at me as he tortures me with an ice cube.

His lips part and he grunts. “You’re awake.”

I look around the room not recognizing my surroundings. Fear spikes in my veins replacing the pleasure. I don’t know who this guy touching me is. I don’t know where I am.

…I don’t know who I am…

I shrink back away from him, pulling my knees toward me along with the blanket as I move to sit up against the headboard. My throat feels dry and I blink my eyes a few times hoping for clarity to prevail.

“You okay?”

“I…I don’t know,” I answer honestly as tears threaten to fall. “I…I don’t.” My voice cracks as the first tear escapes. “Where am I?” He gives me a cross look. “Who are you?” More importantly, who am I? I wonder silently.

A dull ache pulses at my temple. Cautiously, I bring my hand up and touch the sore spot.

“Hey…easy now. You hit your head pretty fucking hard. Wasn’t sure if you were gonna wake up,” his husky and rough voice wraps around me, familiar in tone.

I wince when I poke the sorest spot.

“So, you thought teasing my nipples with ic

e was a good idea?”

He shrugs, rolling his shoulders and popping his neck. The thick chords of his muscles pop out from the motion.

Licking my bottom lip, I get the courage to ask what is bothering me the most. “What’s my name?”

“Shelly,” he states coolly, and I study his eyes trying to remember.