His hand settled on my lower back, holding me in place, as he wheeled his horse around and darted back the way he’d come. I grabbed hold of his leg, hoping I wouldn’t fall. If this had been part of the show, I hadn’t read anything about it. A thrill ran through me as the horsemen carried me into the night.

“Where are we going?”

He chuckled, the sound dark and smoky as it wrapped around me. My nipples tightened and my clit pulsed with need. I’d never had a voice make me feel so wanton. His hand slid from my back to the curve of my ass, and he gave it a squeeze through my costume.

You called to me, so I’ve come… and soon you will too. He laughed again, the sound echoing all around us.

My cheeks burned at his implication, and I knew I should struggle more, fight to get down. But I honestly was too intrigued. I didn’t know who was playing the part of the horseman tonight. And right now, it didn’t matter. I wanted him.

The horseman pulled up to the creepiest tree I’d ever seen. The gnarled branches seemed to be reaching for me, the truck twisted and misshapen. The horseman lifted me into his arms and leapt off the back of the beast. His boots thudded onto the ground as he stalked closer to the tree.

He laid me at the base and followed me down, his body pressing into mine.

Give yourself to me, Isabel. Say you’re mine.

I licked my lips, deciding to play along. If nothing else, I’d get a Halloween night to remember.

“Yes, Horseman. I’m yours.”

Show me. Bare yourself to me.