Page 5 of Midnight Dream

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so.”

“What about a condom?”

“Fuck a condom,” he roared.

I was too caught up in the raging passion to stop. I just nodded my head and bit my lower lip. This was pure, unbridled lust demanding my body be filled with his stiff rage. It was rough, calloused and frenzied. There was nothing between us but sweat and intense pleasure, grunts and moans loud enough to shake the foundation of my café.

And when he found his release, and set my skin afire, we both collapsed against the wall leading to the backroom, exhausted and soaked.

He withdrew from me, grabbed the tattered remains of my panties and used them to wipe the sweat from his forehead and mouth. “Don’t have me come after you again like that, Dream. Do you understand?”

I bit my lower lip and nodded.

“I can’t hear you,” he demanded, his voice deep and commanding.

“Yes,” I answered. This man was unlike any I’d experienced before, and there was something inside me compelled to comply. It was both terrifying and exhilarating. My world was spinning out of control before me and it was unnerving.

I’d left my cellphone on the counter, and it began to vibrate. Dustin picked it up, looked at the screen and then tossed it to me.

“Answer it,” he ordered.

I bit my lip and nodded as I pressed the screen and placed the speaker to my ear. “Hello?”

The voice on the other end was frantic and rushed, but it was no mistaking who it was, or the chilling message I heard.

“Slow down, Jeanette. What do you mean, ‘Jake’s in the hospital about to die?’ “

CHAPTER TWO

DREAM MOORE

“What happened?” I screamed.

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