Page 43 of Frozen Obsession

His cock slams into me again and again, my legs shaking, my world spinning as Ilose myself to him. When I finally cum, it’s with a scream, his name ripping from my throat as my body shudders around him. He follows soon after, filling me with his heat. Roman pulls out, smearing his cum across my lips before kissing me, deep and filthy, claiming every part of me.

As we catch our breath, our bodies still pressed together, both of our phone's buzz at the same time. Roman made sure we both had phones on us at all times since our encounter with Vik. That was one of his first purchases with the money he dug up from the back. I got an upgrade, and he got a run-down tech. Ten years in prison made him miss a lot. I pull mine from my pocket, glancing at Roman as he checks his. His brow furrows, and the look in his eyes shifts from lust to something darker. Something unsettling.

The message on the phone screen flashed ominously, sending a chill up my spine:

Only the wicked survive the night…. ready of not Fright Night is coming for you.

No Phone. No Rules. No Mercy.

I stare at the words, a strange thrill rushing through me. My fingers tighten around the phone as I glance up at Roman, his face shadowed in confusion. His hand absentmindedly strokes his jawline, eyes glued to the screen.

“What the hell is Fright Night?” Roman mutters, his voice low and suspicious. He flicks his gaze back to me, the protective gleam in his eyes sending a warm pulse through my body.

I shrug nonchalantly, trying to mask the excitement bubblingbeneath my skin. “It’s the hottest, most exclusive rave around,” I explain, licking my lips. “They usually host it a few towns over. It’s shocking that we got invited.” I pause, watching the way his brow furrows deeper. “We should go.”

Roman’s dark eyebrow arches, the corner of his mouth twitching into a half-smirk. “We should?”

“Yeah, we should.” I lean closer, trailing a finger down his chest, feeling the heat radiate off his body. “What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Getting murdered in a dark alley, for starters,” he shoots back dryly, voice dripping with sarcasm, though his expression stays tense. His gaze flickers to the streets outside before locking back on me.

I roll my eyes, dismissing his concern with a wave of my hand. “Come on, Roman. When have we ever backed down from a challenge?” A devilish grin spreads across my lips.

He narrows his eyes, studying me for a moment. His demeanor softens, and that familiar mischievous glint sparks in his gaze. “Fine.” He shrugs, pushing himself off the wall. “Let’s grab some food, hit the Halloween store, and maybe we’ll pick up some… kinky shit for later.”

I smirk as he grabs my hand, pulling me out of the construction site, and we head down the street. We step into a small pizza joint, the comforting aroma of garlic and fresh dough filling the air. Just as we sit down, my phone buzzes, and Roman’s does the same.

But something on the TV in the corner catches my attention, freezing me in place.

The flashing headline reads:"MISSING RAVERS: MYSTERY OR SERIAL KILLER?"

My heart skips a beat as the news anchor’s voice fills the room. “...three women and two men have vanished after attending Fright Night. Authorities are investigating possible connections to previous disappearances surrounding the event. Families are desperate for answers.”

I glance at Roman, his jaw clenched, eyes glued to the screen, the tension between us suddenly thicker than before.

The camera pans to a distraught family, tears streaming down their faces as they beg for information on their missing daughter. A chill sweeps through me as the gravity of the situation sinks in. This so-called “hottest rave” is more than just an underground party—it’s a deadly trap.

Roman’s expression turns cold as he follows my gaze to the TV. "What the hell is going on?"

I can feel his concern growing, his protective instincts kicking in. But beneath that, there’s something else creeping over me—a sense of inevitability. This isn’t just some coincidence. The invitation feels deliberate, like we’ve been chosen for something bigger, something darker.

We were invited for a reason, I think, the voice in my head warning me of the danger, but I don’t listen. Instead, I brush it off. "It’s normal. There’s a lot of drugs at these raves—people wander off," I reply, trying to sound casual. But Roman doesn’t look convinced.

He doesn’t know the rumors like I do. The whispers about theWICKEDraves. A playground for the elite, where the line between predator and prey blurs. And somehow, we’ve been pulled into their twisted game.

I tear my eyes away from the screen, meeting Roman’s steely gaze. "You okay?" he asks, his voice softer now, almost vulnerable.

I nod slowly, excitement bubbling beneath my skin again. "Yeah." A smirk tugs at my lips. "We’re still going. Don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet now."

He snorts, shaking his head as if to clear away the last remnants of doubt. "Me? Back down from danger?" His tone is teasing, but the tension between us is thick, impossible to ignore. "Never."

“Good,” I bite my lip, the thrill of what lies ahead making my pulse quicken. Whoever’s behind Fright Night has no idea who they’re messing with. They’re not ready for us. I give Roman a wicked smile. “I guess we’re going to a rave.”

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