Page 39 of Sweet Dreams

“Can you stop?” I try to yank my arm free, but he squeezes tighter. “Look, I don’t want your stupid gift.”

He stops and swings me around, and I bump into his chest. He jams the box into my chest, making meflinch. I reluctantly place my hand over it, whatever is in this box must be important to him. And once I open it, it’ll be the end of me.

I take the box, and I stare at the words again.To: Sweets.With a deep inhale, I pull the lid off. Inside is a heart-shaped necklace with red liquid. A necklace, that’s his gift.

“What’s this supposed to mean?”

He reaches inside his hoodie and pulls out an identical necklace. “Your blood, my blood. Forever mine.”

Oh, fuck this. I drop the necklace and run. I need to find a way out of this maze. The last thing I need is for his delusional ass to think we’re meant to be together. I don’t know him. I made a mistake in the park and now this is me paying for it. No matter how good it felt, it was a mistake.

I try finding an exit from the stalks, but it’s useless. I feel like I’m running in circles, and who knows, maybe I am. Laughter rings out to the left, and excitement runs through me. That means people are nearby. I dart to the left, and the wind flies out of my lungs.

I land on the ground with a hard thud, cornstalks breaking around me, and pain shoots up my ankle. I attempt to stifle my cries of agony as he forcefully clutches my ankle while flipping me onto my back.No matter how much I tried to fight him off, he still climbed on top, pinning me to the ground. He lifts his hand, and the heart-shaped necklace tumbles from his fist.

“I’m not wearing that. You can go to hell.”

“You will.” He grabs me by the neck, pressing hard.

Everything around me starts going fuzzy, and no matter how much I try to pry his hand off, nothing works. I can feel my energy fading. He lets go, bringing his mask close to my face. The bright light from his mask blinds me. His hands work around my neck.

“Mine.”

I bring my hand to my neck and touch the necklace.

“I am not yours, and I will never be yours. Leave me alone.” I shove him backward, but he doesn’t budge.

His hands dance beneath my sweater, causing my body to tighten with anticipation. His hand moves higher up my chest, squeezing my boobs. Tears gather in the corner of my eyes, and he buries his head in the curve of my neck. I don’t care if he’s obsessed with me or not; today is not his fucking day. I reach up and grab the back ofhis hood and rip it off and bring my knee up and ram it into his dick.

“Suck on that, you cocksucker. Find another girl.” He jerks his hands out from under my shirt when I go for his mask.

“Touch it, and you’ll be punished.” His hand wraps around my wrist.

“Try me, asshole.” Using my other hand, I slam into his face, causing his mask to move and expose a black balaclava. His eyes, a deep shade of green, lock onto mine in surprise. I’m surprised, too, but with the look in his eyes, I’m afraid of what’s to happen next.

I didn’t think she had it in her to fight back, and if I’m being honest, it’s a fucking turn-on. I’m not sure what came over me to be so rough with her, but I wanted that necklace on her, and she kept refusing the gift. Wearing the mask transforms me into a completely different person, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Now that I’m here with Teagan, I don’t think I want to wear the mask anymore, but I’m unsure how to remove it.

I grab her hands and lean into her, pressing my hard-on into her. I need her to know what she does to me.

“You’re a pig.” She spits in my face.

There’s somuch I wanna say to her, but the more I talk, the more I’ll give myself away. The constant push and pull is getting to be too much. I’m going to crack sooner or later. There is nothing I want more than her.

I need her to know that I’m not going to hurt her; I sit up and fix my mask. Taking hold of one of her hands, despite her resistance, I guide it to my chest. With determination, I gently press her hand flat against my chest until she can feel my heartbeat.

“I don’t care that you’re a human under that mask. Let me go.”

“No.” I shove her hand down, feeling her hand gripping my dick through my pants.

“Is this what you want, you sick fuck.”

I groan when she squeezes harder; I wouldn’t put it past her to hurt me. I stand and grab her by the shirt, bringing her face next to my dick.

“Open my jeans.”

Teagan remains still; I draw a deep breath, then swiftly grasp her hair and shake her until her hands reach out, grabbing hold of my thighs.

“Stop, you're hurting me,” she yells.