Chapter One

I t was midnight.

Happy fucking Halloween to me.

I wiped away the steam from the mirror and knocked back another shot of whiskey. I had brought the bottle with me. But despite the hot shower and copious amounts of booze, I could not escape this chill in my bones. It gripped me.

I slipped on a pair of black lace panties and my favorite T-shirt. It was big enough to cover my ass but not enough to keep me very warm. But all my sweatpants were still in the washer. I'd been so excited to go out with Maureen tonight that I had forgotten to change them over to the dryer.

Fuck me.

I scurried into my bed and pulled the thick blankets up around my chin. It wouldn't be long before I'd be hot and throwing them off anyway. I was disappointed that I didn't have a hard cock against my ass right now, though. Ugh, I should have gone to the party.

It was just a few minutes after midnight. Maybe I could still muster up the energy to go? I know I'd have a good time. And maybe it was what I needed to shake off this creepy sensation that had followed me all the way home from that fucking cursed mansion.

As I lay there contemplating getting dressed again and going out, movement flashed in my periphery. What the fuck?

My breath hitched as I laid as still as possible. Was I imagining things in the dark now? A soft wind brushed past me. And then I saw it.

The shadow moved across my bedroom.

It growled, breathing heavy. It stretched as it got closer. My stomach flipped. This was no shadow, but a man with broad shoulders.

I gasped as he came closer and towered over my bed. I shivered, terrified yet aroused.

What was wrong with me?

His green eyes peered down at me, filled with lust and malice. Like he fucking hated me. Like he wanted to own me.

I was afraid to breathe. Afraid to move.

He leaned over me and pressed his fists into the mattress, boxing me in. His lips hovered over mine. "Do you understand what's about to happen? I'm going to do bad things to you, Bailey. Dirty, filthy, depraved things. And you're going to like it. And you're not going to beg me to stop. You'll demand me to finish. You know why? Because the brutality makes you feel alive. You've been dying in your own skin for so long. That ends tonight. I've come to awaken every vile piece of you."

Oh, fuck.

He wrapped his strong hands around my wrists and yanked me from my bed, tossing me onto the floor. I gasped as he kept coming, stalking toward me. I scrambled back, my heart pounding.

But where would I go? I couldn't run. No. Not from him. He would never let me get far.

He hissed, his lips pursed, as he dug his fingers into my hair. "This way, little fox."

I yelped as he dragged me across the floor by my strands. "You don't get to cum in your own bed. Not yet. You cum when and where I say you can. When we say you can."

We? Oh, fuck. There is more of them?

My skin burned against the carpet as he pulled me across it. He kicked open doors as he dragged me. We passed through rooms that used to belong to me. This was his house now. There was no escape. I had done this to myself.

We stopped in the living room. Two other shadows lurked in the dark. Their breaths were heavy. I could sense their arousal. Their lust. Fuck, fuck, fuck . Did I want this? Did I have a choice?

The man's fingers twisted in my hair, pulling me up to a half crouch. "This is your life for now, little fox. You live at our mercy. Time to see how well you behave."

A second man growled. "Take off her clothes. Show us what we've won."

I hugged my arms to my chest as the man with the black hair and green eyes hovered over me. A sinister chuckle erupted from deep in his gut. He trailed a finger across my jaw, so soft as if he were the gentlest man in existence. He was not.

"Do you deny us our release, little fox?"

I trembled as he crouched down, putting himself at eye level with my clenched pussy. The only thing covering it was my thin lace panties. Why was this making me so wet?

"We can't force you, but we aren't leaving until we get what we want. The sooner you give in to your own desires, the sooner you admit your carnal appetite to yourself, then the fun can begin. And when we've had our fill, we'll leave you alone forever."

I can't believe that fucking curse is real. What a stupid fucking girl I was. But in my defense, who would actually believe that unlocking a door in a supposedly haunted house would send three scary—though hot as hell—spirits to my house in the middle of Halloween night? Three angry spirits with tattoos and chiseled abs who have been sex starved for centuries.

But he just revealed a secret. They can't make me do anything. Sure, they can torment me and occupy my house for the rest of my life, but they can't make me do anything. But would they really have to?

As I looked each one up and down, my nipples pebbling at the sight of their wild eyes already undressing me, their heaving chests practically panting for me, I wondered, would they really have to make me do anything? What if he was right?

Maybe I wanted this just as much as they did. Maybe more. They weren't the only ones who had been starving for sexual touch. I craved it. And I would be lying to myself if I didn't admit that my fantasies lately have started just like this. Only this time, it was real.