Page 41 of Wicked Dreams

“Just be patient, man. You’ll figure it all out and then… you’ll dethrone the devil.” He gave me a Cheshire grin.

I looked at him but didn’t say anything. He only reminded me how much the odds were stacked against us. I’d always thought finding her again would be nearly impossible. But finally, I found her, and not only got to touch her in her dreams but in her world too. It all seemed too good to be true.

Was there a way to make our love last? Could we beat the devil?

Donovan

“Oh, just like that!” Monica, the busty blonde I was currently palm deep inside, moaned as my fingers thrust in and out of her hot center. I turned my head, so I wouldn’t have to look at her, my teeth clenched.

My stomach rolled as I continued my assault on her wet heat.

It’s not Monica. It’s Olivia. My fingers are in her. It’s her nails digging into my back. Olivia is the one moaning out my name as her hips thrust in time to my fingers.

“Oh, Donovan! I want you. I wantallof you. Now!” Monica commanded, her voice low and husky as she tugged me closer to her.

Growling, I jerked my fingers out of her and shoved her onto her back. Her legs fell open, revealing her glistening core. I edged myself closer, poised at her entrance. I wasn’t sure why I looked at her face, but I did. Our stares locked, her blue eyes heavy with lust.

“I-I can’t,” I swallowed, backing away to the end of the bed and standing, my hands trembling. I wanted to be with Olivia so much. I knew I had to do this, but it truly twisted my insides to be with another woman.

“What?” Monica’s dark brows shot up on her forehead in surprise. She wasted no time in crawling to me and getting to her feet. I flinched, my body tense, as her hand grasped my dick. She stroked it slowly making me close my eyes as a low hiss escaped my lips.

“You know you want to be buried deep inside of me.” She kissed the corner of my mouth. I didn’t move, didn’t talk. When I opened my eyes, she went to her knees before me, peeking up at me with her baby blues fixed on my face and her hand still around my dick.

Her tongue flicked out and tasted me, a tiny giggle escaping her lips.

“You’re so hard for me,” she breathed out, sucking the head of my cock into her hot mouth.

I clenched my fists and counted to ten slowly in my head.

This is how I get Olivia back. I have to do this!

But what if she hates me when she realizes what I had to do?

What if her memory never comes back?

But what if I don’t do this and lose her forever?

What if I do and still lose her?

I knew deep down this was who I was—a creature who fucked and took what I needed. Well, if I wanted Olivia, I was going to have to keep fucking other women to get her. That was the deal. The curse. And I wanted it gone from our existence. I wanted to get past this, then send the devil packing. It was a thought I kept rolling around in my head.Hedeserved to be the one screwed over.

To win, I had to lose. Steeling myself, I forced myself to look at the woman who had her hand fisted around my dick.

“Tell me you want this.” Her tongue teased my shaft.

“I want this.” The lie was ugly and painful. But I knew it’d be worth it someday. It had to be. Her lips parted, and she pulled me deep inside. I let out a groan as she sucked and teased me. A warm tingling began to take over, signaling that she needed to stop.

I twined my fingers in her long, blonde locks and tugged her away.

“I want you to make love to me, Donovan. Do you want that?” She looked up at me again, begging me to say the sweet words she craved. I stared down at her, knowing damn well I had to say the words, or something close to them. And even worse, perform them.

“Monica, baby, you know the kind of guy I am.” I brought her to her feet and planted a deep kiss on her lips. When I pulled away, she was gasping for air. “I just want to fuck you, so you’ll feel good. Will you let me do that?”

“Yes.” She nodded vigorously, already trying to tug me back to the bed. She tried to lie on her back again, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to stand to see her face, so I grasped her hips and bent her over. I didn’t give her any warning. I slammed into her, her wails of pleasure echoing around us.

And I did it over and over again with my eyes squeezed shut and my jaw clenched as I imagined she was my Livvy.

When I’d finally spilled everything I had into her, I released my hold. Her body rolled lifelessly to the side, her blue eyes cloudy with death. Pulling the sheet over her, I let out a sigh and yanked my clothes back on, leaving her on the bed. I stepped back into dreamscape, still feeling sick to my stomach. I needed Olivia.

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