Page 25 of Wicked Dreams

“I can never make love to her,” I stated in a hoarse whisper, my heart aching with the thought. I sank down onto my couch again, hope destroyed.

“Are you sure about that?”

“If you know something, come out with it already!” I snapped.

“I don’tknowanything.” He shrugged. “Except this…with every curse there must be a way out. Everything has a loophole, remember?”

I perked up and sat forward once more.

“Go on.”

“You were cursed to be a sex demon, because the king knew it would devastate you to be intimate with women who weren’t Olivia. He cast her out to wander.Shewas reborn somehow. Now, two-hundred years later, here we are. She’s no longer lost and wandering. What if to break the curse, you have to get her to accept who you are now? Get her to willingly give herself to you, knowing you’re with other women? She’d know your tainted truth, that you’re fucking other women and her. Maybe forgiveness and acceptance are what make it true love. Doesn’t true love conquer all?”

“So, you're saying that I have to keep fucking these other womenandtry to get her in bed with me?”

“It’s a theory.”

“And what if you’re wrong, and it just brings her back to Hell? Then what?” I raked my fingers through my hair desperately.

“Either way, you still have to bed these women to exist. I’ll do some checking into it. In the meantime, get back between a set of legs. The night’s still young, and you have a lot of work to do if this is going to happen.” He rose to his feet and cast me a quick smile. “We’ll fix this and drag that bastard down a peg or two. You’ll both be untouchable by the time we’re done with him.”

“I hope you’re right." I escorted him to the door. “Because I’mfuckedif you aren’t.”

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If the only possibleway to break the curse was to keep screwing random women all while convincing Olivia to bed me, I had my work cut out for me. I understood the logic in Abe’s theory for breaking the curse. Break her heart, and if she loved me like I hoped she did, then she’d forgive me and free us. And she’d give me a chance to explain everything to her.

With the paper from the king in my hand, I stepped into dreamscape. I was just going to start at the top and work my way down. Since I’d already taken Samantha, next up was a woman named Candy Jones. I grimaced at the name. Sounded like a stripper first name crossed with a run-of-the-mill housewife last name.

I found her dream quickly and let out a soft chuckle as I stepped into it.

The strip club was packed. Loud music pulsed in the air, the bass shaking my insides, and the strobing lights making me wince. I didn’t bother disguising myself this time. She’d do whatever to whoever. It was her job, just like this was mine.

Walking up to the stage, I sat front and center, keeping my eyes focused on her as she danced. Her hips swung seductively making her tits bounce with the movement. I pulled a hundred dollar bill out of my pocket and waved it at her. She crawled on all fours to me, her lips parted, her blonde hair spilling around her.

“What would you do for this?” I called out to her over the music.

“Anything.” She giggled, grabbing me by the shirt and pushing my face into her bare breasts. She smelled like vanilla and regrets. Or maybe it was just something I could sense about her. She hated her life, a real-life stripper struggling to make ends meet. But, oh how she loved the attention. It was what kept her going.

“I want to fuck you,” I breathed into her ear, causing goosebumps to scatter across her skin. I didn't have time to be coy. Foreplay was out the window. I just wanted to rail her and get the hell out of there.

“OK,” she replied, pulling away from me and moving back to the center of the stage. She beckoned me forward, curling her finger in a ‘come here’ gesture. I looked around and saw that the club was still packed.

Was she serious?

Whatever. It was just a dream, and if it turned her on and got me her soul, I’d fuck her ten ways to Sunday.

I hopped up on stage, tugging my shirt off along the way. Her blue eyes drank me in as I unzipped my pants to release my cock. I let my mind wander to Olivia’s face. Her body. Her smile. Instantly the erection came. Candy didn’t waste any time wrapping her fingers around it, a breathy giggle falling from her lips.

“You want to do ithere?” I asked, cupping one of her large breasts, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered to her.

“I’ve always wanted to be watched,” she admitted, her tongue flicking out to taste the skin on my neck. “And I’ve always wanted it to hurt.”

I grimaced.Great. I had to put some effort in.

“You want me to hurt you?” I ventured, my hands moving down to her G-string and giving it a tug. The material fell away easily and landed at our feet.

“Yes,” she murmured, her lips skimming across my chest, her hand working my dick.

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