Three masked men. One night in the theme park. And me—giving in to my twisted fantasy.
I thought my unhealthy obsession with masked men would stay between me and my carefully crafted social media algorithm. Until my husband Max starts working as a scare actor at our local theme park’s Halloween haunting nights.
When I visit him on the job, it’s not the creepy music or gory decorations that make my pulse race. It’s Max and his two masked friends.
Aaron, unhinged and possessive, with mischief in his eyes and a wicked mouth with no filter.
Otto, massive and silent, commanding the room with nothing more than a look.
I melt despite the ice cold guilt in my veins. I shouldn’t find my husband’s friends so agonizingly hot. I shouldn’t wonder how it would feel to be caught between them.
But I do.
On this cold October night, my desires turn into a confession—I want all three of them. My husband doesn’t stop me. Doesn’t stop them. He joins in, just as excited to play as I am.
And when we start our game of chase and claim in a forgotten part of the theme park, my darkest desires come alive. The masked men stalking me aren’t just a fantasy anymore. They’re flesh and blood and desperate to catch me and make me theirs.
When they do, the fear melts into raw need and surrender. Lucky for me, these three masked men know how to share—and know exactly how to take what I’m aching to give.