Page 13 of Stolen By the Necromancer

My phone. It was in my handbag. Closing my eyes, I had to clench my jaw to keep from screaming. I’d left my handbag in the kitchen. Dammit.

Don’t panic. I can’t panic. He’d be back at any moment. Maybe he was preparing breakfast and was going to treat me to breakfast in bed. Yes. That was it. Had to be it. This was his idea of a joke, or morning foreplay.

A key. It was probably on the nightside table.

Looking to my left, I fought back tears when I saw nothing on the nightside table except a brass antique lamp. The matching one was on the nightside table on the other side of the bed.

What in the hell had I gotten myself into? I’d felt a bad vibe from him when I first met him, but I let my hormones dictate my actions instead of going with my gut. My gut was always right. Why the hell I ignored it this time was beyond me.

Well, maybe it wasn’t a complete mystery. When I was with him, I felt normal. Like I was finally getting the attention I’d always craved, but the other girls alwaysgot. I felt special.

Closing my eyes, I forced myself to think positive thoughts. I hadn’t been awake for very long. Twenty minutes. Perhaps half an hour. Definitely not long enough to panic yet.

I was about to lose myself to hysterics when I heard a door open and close shut coming from the floor below. My heart began thumping in my chest as I struggled back up into a sitting position.

A few minutes passed before I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and down the hallway towards the bedroom.

Looking down at my nakedness, I did my best to kick the blankets back over my body. I managed to cover my lower half, but my titties were free for him to feast his eyes on. I could only hope it was him who was coming to the bedroom and not someone else.

My breath caught in my throat as I watched the handle turn and door open to reveal Nero, bare-chested with a pair of black satin lounge pants riding low on his hips. So low that I could see the trail of hair from his belly button dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. In his hands was a bowl of fruit and a couple bottles of water.

Oh, thank God. Relief washed over me.

“I don’t remember you handcuffing me. Must have been a wild night,” I joked.

“I handcuffed you this morning when I woke up.” He gave me a wink.“Wouldn’t want you running away.”

That was a strange thing to say.

Crossing the room, he placed the fruit and one of the bottles of water on the nightside table. Opening the other bottle, he brought it to my lips.“Have a drink. After last night you need to replenish yourfluids.”

Confused, but grateful, I parted my lips and accepted the water as he brought the bottle to my lips and allowed me to drink. After several mouthfuls, I motioned for him to take the bottle away.

“Can you uncuff me?My arms are sore and I need to pee.”

He stared at me a moment.“Of course.” Opening the drawer to the table he grabbed the key from inside. Reaching over me he undid the cuffs.“There’sa bathroom over there.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Rubbing my wrists, I slid from the bed. Suddenly feeling shy, I pulled the top sheet from the bed and wrapped it around my body, then made my way to the bathroom.

Something felt seriously off from last night. Last night there was a strong, undeniable attraction. I’d been swept up into an experience right out of my fantasies. But this morning felt different. I justdidn’t know why.

Nero

Just watching her make her way to the bathroom made me hard. I was feeling a connection with her that I’d never felt with anyone before and it was playing with my mind. She was also the most powerful I’d ever encountered, could that be it? I was confusing emotional attachment with the exhilaration that came from the power I siphoned from her while we fucked?

Either way, it didn’t matter. There was only one way this was going to end, with me draining her very being from her until there was nothing left. It was the only way.

Or was it? Would it be possible to siphon power from her for decades to come? Use her as my on-tap fountain of youth? When I got bored of her, I could just finish her off?

Overanalyzing it wouldn’t do any good. It had to happen now. I’d never heard of any other way. Her power would peak on her twenty-second birthday and that’s when I needed to take it.

After a few minutes, she reappeared in the doorway of the bathroom a lock of dark hair had fallen over one eye and her cheeks had a newly fucked flush to them. Damn she was sexy and she wasn’t even trying to be. Her innocence was as intoxicating as her power.

“Come here.”

She hesitated before crossing the room to me.“I really should be going. Jules will be worried sick.”

Taking her hand, I pulled her onto my lap, tucking the lock of hair behind her ear.“Don’t worry, Jules will be fine. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

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