Page 26 of Wicked Dreams

Oh, Candy. You have no idea the kind of pain you’re in for. I’m not a mortal man. I’m a demon. We have twototallydifferent definitions of pain.

Without another word, I fisted her hair and jerked her head back roughly. Her lips parted as she stared back me with her big, blue eyes.

“How bad do you want it to hurt?” I growled as I pulled her along the stage to the chair that had appeared. I wasn’t in the mood for this.Why couldn’t she just want me to take her to a damn bed and whisper sweet nothings in her ear? Why did it have to be this shit?

“You’re the boss of me,” she groaned as I sat down, bringing her to her knees before me. “Do whatever you want to me.”

Biting back my negativity, I reached out and pulled her onto my lap, bending her over my knees and cupping the swell of her ass with my palm. Without warning, my bare hand connected with the flesh of her ass with a loud smack, causing her to cry out in pain as red painted her skin. I smacked her again and again until she was writhing on my lap, trying to escape the rough hold I had on her hips. I let my nails dig into her side as she struggled to get away.

Maybe I needed it. Maybe it was all the pent-up aggression that had been eating at me for two hundred years. Or maybe I was just a sick fuck who was given something to abuse and so took advantage of it. Itwasonly a dream after all. And Iwasa demon.

Her tears only drove me to smack her harder. She struggled to break free of me, but I wouldn’t allow it.

“You wanted this,” I hissed through my teeth between each painful hit.

“Y-yes,” she gurgled out, a sob escaping her lips. “More.”

Her answer surprised me. I figured she’d be screaming for me to stop. Her subconscious made the watching crowd cheer. I looked out at the sea of excited faces and shuddered. This chick was seriously screwed up. The king would probably enjoy her quite a lot.

A man in a suit approached the stage and tossed out a twenty, his dark eyes alight with anticipation.

“Choke her,” he said, backing away.

What the actual fuck?

I’d been in some screwed up dreams over the years, but this one took the cake.Whatever. I had places to be. Namely, between her legs so I could get the hell out of there beforeIended up getting choked.

Easily, I flipped her small body over and was shocked when she changed the chair to a bed with black satin sheets. I loomed over her and placed my hand around her slender throat. She smiled up at me, her cheeks damp with tears and her breathing ragged.

“Fuck me while you do it,” she said, batting her long lashes at me. “Hard.”

Without a word, I tightened my grip around her neck, causing her back to arch. Positioning myself at her entrance, I thrust myself deeply inside. She let out a wail of pain as she took every last inch of me at once. My grip tightened around her neck as I pistoned in and out of her wet heat mercilessly. Her fingers clawed uselessly at my hands, her blue eyes reddening from being choked so hard. The slapping of my skin against hers echoed through the cheering of the crowd.

I batted my lashes, the sweat from my hard work falling into my eyes, making them burn.

Desperately, I tried to envision Olivia. But I couldn’t. Not like this. I’dneverhurt her like this. Never wrap my fingers around her neck and squeeze. And I’d never fuck her to the point that she wept tears of pain.

Instead, I concentrated on my anger. I focused on hating what I’d become. I envisioned how I was going to get out of this mess and claim Olivia for good.

Finally, I spilled myself inside of Candy with a loud, low groan, feeling the heat from her soul swell inside of me.

The room emptied, the patrons of our escapade vanishing as her life left her. Then it was the two of us on the bed in the quiet club. I pressed a kiss to her cool forehead, hating everything I was.

“I’m so fucking sorry.”

I withdrew from her body and draped the satin sheet over her, making sure to gather my clothes and put them on before I stepped back into dreamscape.

Pulling the list out, I checked off her name.

“One more closer to Olivia,” I murmured, stuffing the list back into my pocket. Hastily, I began sorting through the dreams in front of me, looking for the next one on the list.

It was going to be a long night.

Olivia

It had been a week. Awholeweek since I’d last seen Donovan in my dreams, and the last time, it wasn’t long enough. It was just a quick peek. A tease. He appeared, kissed me, and then… he vanished before my eyes while telling me to rest.

It was weird. I’d been sleeping more than usual, but I was still exhausted. It was like, even though I was asleep, I was reallyawakein my dreams, and instead of gaining energy, I was losing it.

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