Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“All right, the first room is our ‘Find Your Demon’ room. We’ve dressed all the men up, including Theo, in the same costume. You have to try to find him without talking, and when you choose the one you think is him, we’ll do a reveal. If it is him, you can move on to the next room. If not, you can pick again or sleep with the man chosen—if you find him to be to your liking.”
The idea of sleeping with another man makes me nauseous. I hate the thought of another man touching me. But I know Theo will too, and that’s all we need. I go in there, piss him off, awaken his dark side, and then we can leave and start over.
It’ll be that easy. Right?
“Hanna? Are you ready?”
I shake my head and focus on Clarice. “Um, yeah. I think so.” I place my hand over my stomach, where my nerves are running wild.
“Good, let’s get your night started. Do the honors.” She gestures to the handle of the door she took Theo through.
My shaking hand wraps around the cold silver knob, and I take and release a few deep breaths. I can do this. I know I can. It’s for me. It’s for him. It’s for us. Turning the knob and opening the door as slowly as humanly possible, I’m then met with purple spotlights in each corner of the room beyond. They’re all pointed upward, facing the ceiling and reflecting light back down onto the lineup of men.
They all stand eerily still, and they each have a Ghostface mask on along with the entire outfit. While I’ve never been a fan of horror movies, it’s also not all the men in the masks freaking me out either. It’s the knowledge that Theo is behind one of those masks, and when I find him, he will make me pay for what I’ve gotten us into.
The door shuts behind me, and I stand in the middle of the half circle. I close my eyes, and I allow my body to feel. I search out the only man who truly knows me. The only one who can touch me the way I desire. The only man who haunts my wildest dreams.
I take deep, soothing breaths, and I imagine his touch. The kisses full of longing, the harsh caresses, and the way he can bring me to the edge and back again repeatedly. My body tingles and ignites, and before my eyes open, I can tell right where he is in the room. I smell him, feel him, the kinetic energy of one lover needing her lover nearly palpable. If you put Persephone and Hades in the same room together like this, it would take them longer to find each other than it takes me to find him. That’s how well my body will always know its partner.
Opening my eyes, something overtakes me.
Need? No.
Desire. Lust. Arousal. The unknown of exactly how Theo will respond to my next moves.
He is the seventh man of the eleven present.
Baby, let the games begin.
“Theo, I was thinking about that time… the moment when you made me read you my novel and you performed it on my body.” I bring my pointer finger to the first man lined up next to me. I place it on his shoulder and slowly drag it to the other before stopping. “The way your cock worked my mouth. I could barely breathe.”
I can’t believe I’m saying this to a roomful of strangers. I can see him slightly move in my peripherals, tightening his fists. One down, five more to go. This time, when I get to the second man, my hand moves slightly lower to his collarbone.
“The mascara that ran down my face. The carnal way you would fuck me like I was nobody when I was everything to you.” I can feel his restraint from here. I expect him to snap, but he doesn’t. This is going to work. Theo is calculated, and for him to not make a move yet tells me he has plans, and he’s going to play his own wicked games.
“You showed me how real men fuck their women. You made me feel like such a dirty slut,” I degrade myself, and I don’t doubt he holds back the loudest growl of his life. I finish sliding my fingers along the upper part of the third man’s pecs before I make it to poor bastard number four.
I will most likely have to beg Theo not to snap the neck of every man I touch in this room, but it will be worth it. All of it will be worth it. Because he loves me when I’m begging. I’ll beg him to fuck me like I need instead of hurting the pawns I’ve used for my plan.