Trick or Treat – Four After Dark Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 96(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
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Nearby, Autumn is squealing. “He’s going to take you on stage!”

Is that a thing tonight? Are they doing that? Aside from the costume contest and the opening performance, there hasn’t been much activity on the stage. Not that I’ve noticed, anyway, but I guess I have been preoccupied.

Tonight’s been one thrill right after another with barely time to catch my breath, and now I’m in the arms of a devilish demon who’s refusing to answer any of my questions.

I mentally prepare myself to be on display, but when it comes time to turn toward the stage, the demon makes a hard left and carries me straight out of the showroom’s entrance.

Confusion and panic cut into my excitement. “What’s going on? Where are you going?”

My tone is much more demanding now, and a bit frantic, but still the demon remains silent. We’re headed toward the lobby, but he makes another turn just before we get there, down another hallway, then immediately through a door, and into a dark room.

“My hat!” My witch’s hat is knocked off of my head as we pass through the doorway, and I struggle again, wanting to retrieve it, but the demon doesn’t care.

While the door is still open, light from the hallway shows me that we’re in what looks to be a breakroom. There are a few round tables and chairs, and a countertop with a coffeemaker and other related items.

Also, we’re completely alone.

And when the door closes behind us, everything goes dark.

With my sight restricted, other senses come alive, and I notice that the demon, who’s still holding me in his arms, has a familiar scent that’s almost comforting.

I inhale a large dose. The demon wears the same cologne as my housemate Damien. But this isn’t Damien. I don’t know this man, and I shouldn’t be getting comfortable just because he smells good.

“What are we doing in here? What’s going on? Put me down!”

I’m irritated now, and my voice shakes with a bit of fear, though surely he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me, would he?

To my relief, he sets me down, keeping his hands on me in a way that seems like he’s making sure I find my footing in the dark.

Though once I’m stable, those hands remain, pressing softly into my sides. I could break free of him if I wanted to, but curiosity keeps me rooted in place. More questions prod at me, but knowing he won’t answer, I stay silent, listening to his breathing, which is nearly as ragged as mine.

I’m dimly aware of still being able to hear what’s going on in the showroom, though the loud party now sounds so distant and muted, making me feel even more isolated with this … creature.

I take a deep breath and remind myself that there are plenty of people in the main hall, and if I need to, I can scream for help or run. I’m not sure if my pulse is racing from fear or excitement, but what would Halloween be without some thrills and chills?

The demon’s leg presses between mine, and his foot nudges at my shoe, urging me to part my legs. My heart is pounding out of my chest as both of his hands slide down my sides, then back up, where he finds my breasts and cups them in his palms.

There’s a rustling sound, then a mouth on my hot skin, right in the center of my chest, making me gasp.

I feel his fingers tug at the laces on my dress, and hear an intake of breath as his rough hands brush over my bare skin. I’m amazed at what can be conveyed in the pitch black, because I feel a sense of reverent awe from this stranger as his hands slowly stroke my breasts and thumb over my tightening nipples.

He’s claiming me, but also worshiping me, and my pussy clenches in anticipation of what’s to come.

As he cups and squeezes one of my breasts, the wetness of a tongue touches the tip, the shock of it instantly shooting an array of sensations throughout my body. He sucks my hardened nipple into his mouth, and I swear I could come just standing there.

The darkness is making everything so intense, but it’s also this man and the way he’s touching me, his leg still pressing possessively against mine, his hand stroking up the center of my back, his heat surrounding me, and his skillful tongue making me dizzy as he feasts on my flesh.

Something pokes my shoulder, and distractedly, I assume it must be one of his demon horns, but I can’t be bothered to care, because what he’s doing feels so, so good.

As his mouth explores my chest, his hands push up the bottom of my dress.

His fingers find their way inside my panties, and there’s more rustling and a temperature shift as the heat of his body sinks down in front of me, nudging my legs further apart just before his tongue touches my center.


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