Chapter 4

CHAPTER

FOUR

IZA

Oh my God.

I stared at the ceiling, naked and panting. Wind rolled in through the slightly cracked window, and I didn't even know if what I thought had happened last night had actually happened. The demon—that sexy, irresistible demon—had left moments after he was inside me.

Moments after he ruined me.

After closing my eyes and bracing myself, I dipped a hand between my legs and slipped a couple of fingers into my aching cunt. My pussy was drenched—and not just in my wetness, but in something thicker.

Something like … cum.

"Iza! If you don't get your ass out of bed, we're going to be late!" Jada shouted from downstairs.

Cursing to myself, I leaped out of bed and yanked the blankets back to see that I had been lying on a huge stain of blood, mixed with cum. I swallowed hard and glanced toward the door in hopes that Jada or Mikayla wouldn't pop into the room at any second.

What was I going to do?! Had that actually happened last night? Or was I just imagining it? If I was imagining it, then why the hell was there blood on my sheets and cum pooling inside my pussy? It … it had to have been real.

"Iza!" Jada said again.

"Fuck, I'm coming!" I shouted back.

Once I scrambled through my closet and threw on some comfy clothes and a jacket, I swung my backpack over my shoulder and sprinted out of my bedroom and down the stairs to meet Jada and Mikayla in the kitchen, waiting for me to walk to campus to study.

It was our typical weekend activity—get cream-filled Fervor Crisps at Crimson's Bakery, then study. But unlike usual, neither of them spoke a word to each other when I made it downstairs. They both looked lost in their own worlds.

"Heading to the library?" I asked to confirm.

Who knew what had happened last night? What if they were both possessed and decided to bring me somewhere else that wasn't the library at all? I had always been a nonbeliever of spirits or demons, but did stuff like what we had for Mikayla.

Now … I didn't know what to believe.

"Crimson's Bakery first," Jada said.

After nodding, I followed them out of the house and down the sidewalk toward Crimson's Bakery, which was thankfully a few blocks away from our apartment. A gust of wind seared my cheeks, so I pulled my hood up and kept my head down.

Halfway to Crimson's Bakery, nobody had said another word.

"So …" I whispered on our walk to Crimson's Bakery. "Any spirits visit you last night, Micky?"

"No," she said hurriedly, glancing over at Jada and me. "What about you guys?"

Jada let out a chuckle, but it wasn't like her usual taunting ones. "Of course not."

"Yeah, nobody visited me either." That must have been all my imagination.

Once we reached Crimson's Bakery and gave our orders, we walked to the table we always sat at since we'd become roommates. While Jada and Mikayla sat on one side of the table, I sat facing the window.

"It's past Halloween," Jada hummed, breaking the Fervor Crisp apart on her napkin. "But I was thinking that there isn't any harm in … you know … maybe"—her voice dropped to a whisper—"trying out the Ouija board again."

If I didn't believe in the supernatural, then Jada definitely didn't believe in any supernatural stuff. She always scoffed at the idea of Ouija boards and ghosts, Halloween haunted hayrides, and … demons.

But if she wanted to try it again, did that mean that it'd happened to her too?

I perked up at the mere thought of meeting that monster again. "Yeah, me too."

Mikayla stiffened. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Don't tell us you're scared now," Jada said.

"I'm not scared! I'm just being cautious. You don't want to summon too many?—"

Jada playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on."

Through the window, I spotted three handsome men, dressed in buttoned overcoats, heading straight for the entrance of Crimson's Bakery. My eyes widened slightly. The tall and muscular one with the messy black hair looked almost identical to … the guy who had been in my room last night.

I blinked a few times and shook my head, hoping that I was just seeing things.

Or at least being overdramatic.

But the closer they approached the door, the more nerves built in my belly.

"Switch seats with me," I whisper-shouted, shooting out of my seat.

"What?"

Before Jada could say another word, I yanked on her wrist to pull her out of the seat and plopped my ass right where she had been sitting. I shrank down into the seat, trying to hide my face behind the flaps of my jacket.

Mikayla giggled. "What, did you see someone that you hooked up with last night?"

My face burned in embarrassment, and while I'd bet that she was talking about someone at the Halloween party, this was someone I was almost certain I'd hooked up with last night. But I didn't know if it was in my dreams … or real.

The bell on the door clattered, and a wall of peppermint hit me.

Jada stiffened and swiped some hair into her face. "Fuck."

"You too, Jada?" Mikayla hummed.

"Shut up!" she whisper-yelled back.

Our entire table, even Mikayla, stayed quiet as they walked to the counter and ordered.

Jealousy pooled inside my gut at the pretty pink-haired girl with freckles leaning over the counter to flirt with him. I stared down at my half-eaten Fervor Crisp and hoped they'd just leave after they ordered.

Heat coursed through my body and pooled in between my thighs, my panties soaked at the memory—or dream or whatever it was—of that monster inside me last night. But that monster definitely hadn't been human like this guy was.

He had horns, and Mr. Handsome over there didn't.

From the corner of my eye, I saw the trio grab their baked goods off the counter and turn around to head back out the door and disappear from my life forever. And while that might've been the ideal scenario, instead, they took a seat at the table across from us.

Fuck.

When I dared myself to look back up at Jada, the handsome man behind her had his eyes locked on me. I shifted my gaze from Jada to the man, heart pounding inside my chest and nerves zipping through me.

W-why w-was he staring at me … like that?

Albeit it had been dark, those were the same eyes that I had seen last night.

I knew that they were.

His lips curled into a small smirk, and suddenly, my pussy was clenching and unclenching almost instinctively, as if it remembered the way he'd felt inside me last night … in my dreams. I clutched on to the chair and pressed my thighs together, making the pressure worse.

I jumped out of my seat. "I'll be right back. I need some air."

"Some air?" Mikayla repeated. "What are you?—"

Before she could finish her sentence, I zoomed out the door and walked to the side of the building so I wouldn't be tempted to look through the windows at those dark, almost-black eyes that had burned into my skin from the table over.

What the hell was going on with me?! I had been surrounded by good-looking frat boys last night and didn't give a hell. And now, I was freaking out over some handsome, billionaire-looking, huge-muscled man that I didn't even know!

After rubbing my hands over my face, I shook my head. Get it together, Iza.

Last night had all just been a dream. It hadn't happened, no matter how much Jada seemed to remember something happening too. Maybe I had gotten drunker than I thought at the party, or maybe someone had slipped a hallucinogen inside my drink. Did they even have liquid forms of hallucinogens?! Or was that my mind making more shit up?—

Peppermint drifted through my nose again, and I stiffened.

"Iza," he purred from behind me. "I had a feeling I'd see you again."