The Nightmare (The Mist Book 2)

Good Lord! Zain’s human form was freaking insane! I now better understood why so many humans ended up in a relationship with their Wishes. We had dreamed up our ideal partner. And boy, had I gone to town on mine! He was tall and built like a bodybuilder. Not the overly bulgy ones where they even stop looking human, but the perfect proportions, and divinely well-defined grooves that made you want to lick him up and down. Thank God I wasn’t a man, or I’d be walking around with a permanent hard on.

I’d never been a superficial type of woman. In truth, most of the men I’d dated wouldn’t have qualified as drop-dead gorgeous. That I’d even think of Zain as a human right now showed how hard I had fallen for his appeal.

When I embarked on this whole adventure, I’d convinced myself I’d be safe because my Nightmare wasn’t a real person. He was just a fantasy that had somehow managed to take a human appearance. But when I’d joined him inside the bathroom to show him the basics, the only thought that had played in a loop in my mind was how badly I’d wanted him to pin me against the wall and fuck me senseless.

I no longer feared him. Whatever reservations I had about him being a threat to me had further faded away in his room earlier. As a psychopath driven by self-gratification, he shouldn’t have stopped masturbating when I’d asked. In many ways, Zain was in a position of power. We needed him far more than he needed us. He knew that as long as he didn”t cross certain lines, we would have no choice but to close our eyes to some of his more questionable behaviors. As long as he didn”t try to force himself on me, I technically couldn”t have forbidden him from enjoying his own body.