The further I get into the haunted mansion; I can’t hear them. But what I can hear sends chills down my back. The sound of rats scurrying around, chains clanking, nails against a chalkboard, groaning, growls, grunts, and screams.
Putting my big girl pants on I push forward I don’t need them to protect me. Someone dressed as a clown jumps out and I scream.Why clowns?A gust of wind at the back of my neck has me turning around to find the source. But nothing and no one is there.
Haunted mansions are meant to be scary but now that I have three hungry men hunting me, trying to claim me, it makes this experience thrillingly terrifying.
Shaking off the feel of being watched, I walk past a mad scientist and his patient when suddenly a hand covers my mouth. I let out a muffled scream. Another hand comes aroundmy waist, pulling me into a body of hard muscle. I take a deep breath, and his scent fills my nose just as his short beard grazes my neck.
Maverick.
“Shh, little one. We’ve split up.” A kiss at my neck follows. “All taking our turn to play and tease.” With another kiss at my neck, he spins me around, and before I know what’s happening, Maverick’s lips are sealed to mine.
I don’t fight it; I melt into his embrace. I close my eyes, letting myself be in the moment. His tongue brushes along the seam of my lips, silently asking for permission, which I grant.
He walks us backward without breaking the gentle kiss until my back hits a wall. He lifts me effortlessly, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He starts to rock into me, and I can feel his firm cock grind against me, grazing my clit in the process. I moan into his mouth. I can feel how wet I am.
I’m so lost in our moment that I barely register he’s lowered me to my feet. I open my eyes. I expect to see him, but he’s gone.
God, I haven’t been kissed like that in well, ever.
Right, okay, so I just kissed Maverick.
I need to get out of this fucking haunted mansion before Landon and Axel make their appearances.
I pick up my pace. There are your typical skeletons, spider webs, ghosts, and ghouls; it’s all comical really. There’s a zombie, no two, one walking around and one trying to get out of the floor, and okay, that’s actually pretty cool.
I walk into a wall.
Good job Violet.
I put my hands out. That’s not a wall, it’s muscle.
“Letty.”
Landon.
“I saw you last night.”
“I know. I saw you too.”
“Like what you saw?”
“Did you like what you saw?”
“Don’t answer a question with a question.”
I could keep this going, but I decide to answer honestly. “Yes, Landon, I liked what I saw.”
“Good girl.”
I rub my thighs together, the seam knocking my clit as that familiar pulse and desire settles in. I hate how much I love his praise.
“You like it when I call you a good girl?”
“Yes,” I let out in a breathy needy moan.
“Fuck.” With that, he picks me up and pushes me hard against the closest wall, knocking my breath out of my chest. Landon has a possessive hold on my ass as he grinds himself into me much like Maverick did but rougher.
“Feel what you do to me, Letty?”
