Page 23 of Wicked Dreams

“I do.” Her eyes burned as she tossed her dark hair over her shoulder.

“Care to show me?” I asked with a raise of my brow.

She looked me up and down then smiled suggestively. “I think the hottest spot for me and you would be my place.”

I let out a deep chuckle and took a long drink, finishing it off. “Lead the way.” I motioned forward with my hand.

She stood and pulled her purse over her shoulder as she headed toward the door, peeking at me over her shoulder.

I followed her out of the club and into the busy, city street. She stepped up to the corner and hailed a cab. Looking around, I could tell that her subconscious preferred realism. I never knew when I’d walk out of one room and appear in another created by the minds of my mark.

A cab parked along the curb, and I opened the door, allowing her to climb inside ahead of me. She mumbled off her address, and the driver swerved into traffic.

Samantha crossed her legs and leaned back, placing her elbow on the back of the seat so she could turn her upper body to face me. I placed my hand on her knee, gently rubbing small circles with my thumb.

“Where are you from, Logan?”

“A little bit of everywhere, I guess. I grew up in the country but left for college and haven’t been back since. What about you? Are you a city girl?” My lips turned up into a small smile as I forced my eyes to rake up her legs.

“I am. Born and raised,” she replied, toying with her hair.

The meaningless small talk was getting on my fucking nerves, and I had to remind myself of the time limit I had to collect the list of souls in order to keep my cool and continue playing along.

Luckily, I didn’t have to play long because the cab came to a stop.

“Here we are.”

I handed the driver some money from my wallet and stepped out onto the sidewalk. She took my hand and pulled me into the building, leading the way to her apartment.

When we stepped inside, she tossed her purse down onto the entryway table and kicked off her shoes. “Would you like a drink?” she asked, suddenly looking nervous by the way she was worrying her bottom lip.

Fuck no. I just want to collect your soul and get out of here, I thought.

Instead of answering her question, I reached out and grabbed her hips, pulling her against my chest and let my lips find hers. She squealed with delight then melted into me. Her hands wrapped around my neck as I picked her up and pressed her back against the wall, deepening the kiss as she pushed my jacket over my shoulders and down my arms.

Instead of thinking about the woman I was with, I pictured meeting Olivia in her dreams. The way she pressed herself against me, the way she kissed me… Just thinking about it made me rock hard.

My hands made their way up her dress, skimming over her ass to grab her panties. I pulled them until they would no longer slide willingly. One more firm tug was all it took to have them ripping and falling to pieces. The sudden jerk of pulling her panties from her body caused her to inhale loudly and deeply.

Using my fingers, I spread her arousal between her folds. She let out a whimper as she bit down on my shoulder. Wiggling in my arms until I relented, she slid down my body. “Logan,” she whispered as her hands fell to the waistband of my pants, freeing me.

“Please, I can’t wait any longer,” she nearly whined.

Already I was annoyed.I hated whiners.I wanted Olivia. My girl took what she wanted from me. And fuck, I loved it.

I pushed myself into her core, connecting us as one, and she let out a scream as her nails dug into my back.

I kept my eyes closed, preferring to see the past instead of the present. I knew if I opened them and saw the truth—thiswoman gasping for breath, if I had to watch pleasure wash acrossherface, if I saw anyone other than Olivia—I wouldn’t be able to finish. And collecting the soul depended on whether or not I could finish.

Back in the beginning, I was so torn up by being forced to sleep with other women, I couldn’t finish. It took several times before I realized if I didn’t finish, there was no soul to collect.

I pumped into her hard and strong until I felt my release rising. Crimson lips, ivory skin, flaming-red waves, and emerald-green eyes—that was all it took for me to empty myself.

I withdrew and placed Samantha on the nearest surface, which happened to be a lounge chair. I righted my pants before picking up a small blanket and throwing it on top of her cooling body.

As I turned around to leave, I caught my reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall in front of me. My true self was back now that the soul had been collected. Long, dark hair hung to my eyes. Tattoos adorned my wrists, proving I was a prisoner of Hell. And an X-shaped scar reminding me that I’d been cursed to spend eternity as an incubus — forced to fuck and kill every woman I came in contact with. The same mark that meant even in the dream world, I couldn’t touch the woman I was desperately in love with.

Anger surged in my chest as I pushed forward, stepping through the dreamscape and peering at the dreams projected into the darkness in front of me. As the smoke from the burning ground beneath my feet swirled up around me, I pulled the paper out of my pocket to see who was next. I started skimming the list until I felt a pull in the place my heart used to be. When I looked up, Olivia was in the dreamscape, wandering the aisles of the library.

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