Page 24 of Tempt Me

I blushed beat red, instinctively crossing my legs so he couldn’t see the wet mark stained on my panties. The mission to save my camera was not happening now. I’d sit my ass here till morning, and he’d have to fucking deal.

“Goodbye, Professor,” I said dismissively, sinking down on the leaves and the wet mossy ground.

His face was mostly covered by darkness, but his mouth was visible in the moonlight.

“I warned you,” he said, and before I had time even to scream, he scooped me up like a bag of dog food and threw me over his shoulder.

Being so high up, I felt nauseous, and the rain pelted my face in stinging slash marks. My poor camera hung down by his irritably amazing ass and was taking the brunt of the rain storm.

He had my arms locked to his chest, and my wiggling to free my hands was only giving him a hard-on. I stopped immediately, not wanting that giant thing to go anywhere near my hand again.

“Asshole,” I groused, accepting my fate to be a damn jiggling bauble. My ass was reflecting the moon’s rays, and whateverdeer or crazy ladies were stalking the night were undoubtedly getting a show.

“You chose this, Fallon,” he said in a calm tone. He was speaking to me like an infant who’d touched a hot stove.

Maybe I had. His body heat certainly felt like the devil himself was carrying me. The rain repelled off his body, dissolving into his warm skin like nothing.

“You’re going to blind people if you don’t at least pull down my skirt.” I huffed, the chill making my legs shiver.

I felt his rumbling laughter. The deep depravity of it made me shiver almost as much as his words.

“Believe me, if someone dares to stare at your ass, Little Voyeur, I will do more than just blind them.”

I didn’t say another word. I just watched the ground, and his ass move from the position ‘the skyscraper of a man’ had me in as he carried me back to my car. Once we arrived, he put me down without another word, and I watched him leave.

The uncertainty in my ability to comprehend what the fuck just happened was alluding me. Shaking off my confusion, I got in my car, frowning, when I saw the water splotches inside my camera lens.

Turning the car on, I set the heater on full blast and purposefully locked my doors. Some random song was playing on the radio as I tried to blow heat into the lens area. Hitting the power button on my Quick Shot camera, I sent a prayer to whoever the fuck would listen that it wasn’t toast.

The screen flashed white, and an image was frozen on the moisture-covered display.

It was an image of the zoomed-in section of that article. It was glitching, but it kept showing the same spot: ‘The walls hide forever now.’

Hmm. The walls of the asylum.

Pharaoh Masters had a room there for six years. Maybe it wouldn’t be hidden after all. The warm air from the heater pushed the water bubble around inside the glass display, revealing more and more words.

Going to this asylum had to be the answer.

Finding out what they wanted to stay hidden, and maybe, just maybe, I could get this arrogant ass-head back where he belonged—leaving me the hell alone.

Eleven

Ghost: An apparition that appears in one’s mind. Some believe it is a true entity of the supernatural.

Why the fuck was I being haunted, and how soon could I exorcise their ass out of my head?

I yawned, reaching for my phone that was playing an annoying loud ass sound in my ear. Slapping my side table, I found nothing.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Where the fuck had I left it? Quickly searching my room, I found that there were about six pairs of pants strewn across the floor. It was probably in a pants pocket.

Fucking fantastic.

Sitting fully up, I waited for the—

Ding! Ding! Ding!

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