Page 46 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

Issac

T here was a fine art to hiding. It was one that I had perfected at a young age.

I’d find myself somewhere in a room where people didn’t tend to look—like the corner—then I would still every muscle in my body and calm my breathing.

The first time I did it, my adrenaline was pumping so hard through my heart that I thought my dad would see me.

I didn’t have that problem now. I still got a similar high to what I did when I was young, but instead of being thrilled at the possibility of being caught, this shit turned me on, especially at times like this.

Georgia stopped inches away from me and raised up on her tiptoes to grab a towel from the top shelf. Her arm was so close to my face that I could smell the soap on her skin.

A part of me hoped that she would see me tucked into the shadows of her room so we could start our game early, but that wouldn’t be as much fun.

Thankfully, she didn’t see me. She also didn’t see Levi crouched behind the loveseat or Slater in the kitchen. There was a sick enjoyment that came from being the unseen. The depravity of it got me hard.

That moment when the person I was stalking walked right past me… that was truly exhilarating. Oblivion really was a beautiful thing. And Georgia Pyne was fucking oblivious.

Tonight was a normal night for her. The girl didn’t even sense us. Including Ravi, who was in the bathroom with her. That I based solely on the fact that I heard the shower turn on instead of a scream. Patience was key here.

My father did give me a time limit, but if I wanted that spot on the board, I’d have to play my cards right. Georgia Pyne wasn’t the kind of girl one easily broke. Yes, she was timid and nervous, but she was also stubborn and hardheaded. She didn’t like backing down. I would have to make her.

A task that seemed a lot easier a week ago. Mostly because I couldn’t focus. My end goal lines were starting to blur. Everything I ever wanted was right there, yet all I could think about were sick and depraved things I wanted to do to her.

I blamed my father’s no jerk off clause for that. I was so pent up that a couple of tugs might get me off, although I did find it odd that every fantasy I had involved one girl.

Georgia Pyne. I’d seen her naked a thousand times in my head while I did various things to her. From anal to deep pussy fucking and making her suck my cock. Hell, I even had one dream where she jerked me off while polishing some rocks. That shit was fucked up and for some reason hot as hell.

“Damn, Issac,” Ravi’s voice crackled softly through the masks’ built-in earpiece. “Georgia has a body on her.”

That was the last thing I needed to hear.

Combine that with the sweet scent of her coconut shampoo, and I was barely hanging on.

Half of me wanted to pin her up against the wall of that shower and fuck her stupid, and the other half wanted to find where she kept her panties and spray my come all over them.

Unfortunately, neither of those options was on the table. I couldn’t fuck her or jerk off until I broke her, and I had to bend her before I could do that. Hence, the game tonight.

“Jesus Christ, she shaves her pussy.”

Son of a bitch.

“That’s great, Ravi,” I grumbled while reaching down to adjust my cock. “We don’t need the commentary.”

“Speak for yourself,” Levi argued.

I couldn’t say I blamed him. We were all getting antsy. It had been thirty minutes since we invaded Georgia’s sanctuary and snuck into Craven House. At least, she thought it was her sanctuary.

We owned every inch of this property. From the hidden cameras in the corner of every room, to the secret entrance in the back left wall. Every brick, tile, and wall in this house was ours. Georgia was just the rat we trapped inside.

“Yeah, that’s it, Sunshine,” Ravi purred. “You keep that shit nice and bare for us.”

I was going to kill him.

“Why’d he get to go in the bathroom?” Levi whined.

“Because you can’t control your dick,” Slater hissed. “You’d be in the corner jerking it like some crazed pervert and blow our cover.”

That wasn’t why, regardless of how true it was. Ravi just happened to pick the bathroom first. I wouldn’t have cared if Levi was in there. In fact, I would prefer it. If he touched Georgia, then I would have a reason to smack the shit out of him.

Don’t get me wrong, Levi gave me plenty of reasons to slap him around, but according to my father, stupidity was not a valid excuse for violence, especially against a fellow Society member.

“Fuck me,” Ravi quietly growled. “The things I could do to that ass.”

“Is she playing with herself?” Levi asked.

Was he trying to torture me, or was he just stupid? “How about you all shut up before she hears us.”

If we were going to announce that we were here, then we may as well have walked through the front door instead of wasting time sneaking in.

“Ten four, good buddy,” Levi popped his head up over the loveseat and gave me a salute. “Going on silent mode.”

What the fuck was that? All he had to do was shut up. We weren’t playing Spec Ops secret mission.

Slater snorted. “You play too much Call of Duty.”

“I think you’ll find my Call of Duty skills are quite useful in this situation.”

What skills? His head was in plain view. The twisted smile on Levi’s clown mask grinned back at me like a crazy psycho getting ready to eat my face. Go figure, he would pick that mask. I hated clowns almost as much as I hated Levi.

“Levi,” I snarled and motioned for him to get the fuck back behind the loveseat.

He gave me another salute and ducked back down.

I was working with a bunch of morons.

Shaking my head, I settled back into the shadows and waited for the last three minutes to tick by.

Adrenaline surged through me the closer we got to go time.

I’d been waiting for this all day. Georgia thought she got one over on me when she kneed me in the nuts, but all she did was piss me off.

I couldn’t wait to see her on her knees.

By the time the clock rang out its first chime, my dick was so hard it hurt. This shit was my secret kink. Everyone had one, and I didn’t mean in the sexual sense. These kinks were the twisted things that people enjoyed.

Zoe’s need to tear down other women was a perfect example. Other people might laugh when that kid fell at the playground or sit in their window with popcorn while their neighbors argued.

Of course, most people wouldn’t admit to liking these things. What kind of heartless fiend would laugh while a kid was crying? Fortunately for me, I didn’t care about being seen as a good man. Good men were pussies who didn’t have the balls to take what they wanted. I didn’t have that problem.

The clock struck ten, and I hit the button on my phone, killing power to the house.

Everything went dark. A few seconds after that, the shower turned off. Then nothing.

I always found it funny how quiet the world felt when the electricity turned off. The ambient noises we heard every day—like the hum of the refrigerator—disappeared. We didn’t notice them when they were there, but we sure noticed when they were gone. Deafening silence.

When the world was so quiet that it was loud, and that lack of sense made everything else feel bigger. The darkness, the house, the uncertainty. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end at the sudden unnaturalness of your world.

Of course, I didn’t have that problem. All our masks had night vision. But the silence… that was still there. Filled only by the soft pitter-patter of Georgia’s feet as she shuffled out of the bathroom.

I stayed where I was and watched as her hand snaked around the doorframe and patted the wall.

She inched along, searching for something.

The bathrobe hanging a few feet to her left, maybe?

Not that I would let her get to it. I was enjoying how she looked.

Skin glistening and still wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around her.

She slapped her hand on the wall and whispered, “Where is it?”

It’s right there, Peaches, six inches from your fingertips.

“Come on,” she sighed. “I have to check the breaker box.”

Oh, she thought it was a blown fuse. That was so cute, I had to choke back a laugh.

Georgia must’ve heard me because her entire body snapped to attention as her wide eyes frantically swung around the room. There was no fear on her face. Only alertness and confusion.

She was in that state between caution and danger. Did she hear it? Did she not? Seeing her hold her breath and listen was exhilarating. Not as exhilarating as when I took a few steps, closing the distance between us.

She was right there, so close that I could feel the heat from her body. I leaned in and sucked in a deep inhale, absorbing every ounce of her scent that I could. Fuck she smelled good.

“Geeoorrggiiaa,” Levi called from the living room.

Georgia jumped to the left. “Who’s there?” She then jumped to the right.

That’s when Slater joined in. “Georgiaaaaaa.”

“I heard that.” She flung her arms around and snapped her head in that direction. “Come out right now.”

Nothing. Dead silence again.

But Georgia wasn’t buying it. She was too smart for that.

She knew what she heard. Unfortunately, she couldn’t see.

Her body twisted this way and that while her arms shot out, searching for someone she was sure was right there.

And I was. My speed allowed me to match every move she made and remain right behind her.

Despite her heaving chest and the pulse I could see wildly fluttering on the side of her neck, Georgia managed to gather enough composure to sidestep over to her dresser and grab a lamp off the top.

What good she thought a lamp would do her, I had no idea, but she held that thing in front of her like it was the key to her survival.

Then the voices started again.

“Geeeoooorrrgia.” Levi.

“We’re coming for you Georgia.” Slater.

“Come out. Come out.” Ravi.

The guys had moved so I couldn’t tell where the voices were coming from—except for Ravi. He was standing near the bedroom door. Then again, I wasn’t really paying attention. My eyes were stuck on one thing.

Georgia’s towel was slipping.

“I’m not afraid of you.” She swung the lamp in a random direction. “I have pepper spray, asshole.”

No, she didn’t. That was the first thing I took care of. Fool me once.

“Your pepper spray doesn’t scare me, Princess.” Slater snarled from somewhere in the house.

It sounded like he had some sore memories of the last pepper spray incident. That didn’t bode well for Georgia. Slater was a sadistic fuck when he was in a good mood.

“Come on out and we’ll see.”

When she jumped forward and swung the lamp, I followed. When she sprang back and arched the lamp to the right, I was right behind her. And when her head whipped around, I tipped mine, wondering if her eyes had adjusted enough for her to see me. They hadn’t. She couldn’t see shit. But I could.

I could see how scared she really was. Georgia talked a big game, yet her entire body was shaking.

One would think that the towel would’ve fallen off by now, but it was hanging on.

I reached out, grazing my finger through her wet hair, then quickly dodged out of the way when the lamp arched towards me. Georgia was fast, but not that fast.

“Hey! I felt that.”

I bet she did. Also, what the fuck was up with that towel?

Ravi chuckled. “Whatcha gonna do with that lamp?”

“Lamp?” Georgia froze.

Now she understood just how dire her situation was. The only person at a disadvantage here was Georgia.

“W-w-where are you?”

She wasn’t so confident anymore.

I bent down, bringing my face close to her ear, and whispered, “Boo.”

She bolted.