Page 51 of Wicked Witch

Is this really a curse? And if it is, how is healing the broken land going to cure it?

Seems too ridiculous.

This place is desolate. Where ghosts come to be forever lost. The Earth is scorched with a deep dark magic that even gives me the heebie-jeebies.

I look into Arsen’s gray eyes. He looks so genuine and I know he has feelings for me.

He’s always been a good friend and for a while there I’d forgotten. Even when he would hang out with Erick he would treat me with kindness.

Life would have been so much better if I’d chosen him instead of Erick. But then again maybe he would have left me too.

The curse is at fault right? So whoever I’d agree to marry would end up breaking my heart.

“All my life I’ve wanted one thing: A fairytale romance like in the movies. Call me a hopeless romantic, but my mother had a string of broken relationships. I never wanted that.”

Taking a breath I think back to all those nights I would listen to her cry. The way she would get drunk and stumble out into the middle of the yard and curse the moon.

The countless moves we made because she needed to cleanse our future and make a new start. Just for it to happen over and over again.

Arsen steps closer to me. Raising his hand, I think he’s about to place his palm on my cheek, but he stops himself at the last moment.

I wish he wouldn’t though.

“When I became old enough to date I soon learned that I was just like my mother. No matter how hard I tried to be different. Men would walk all over me, crushing my heart without a care… I guess after time that hope just died alongside me.”

“Wynter, you’re not dead inside. I remember the girl who would bake us cookies and flit around like she was a host rather than a fiancée. It wasn’t you. Erick was an asshole.”

I snort and shake my head. “He really was, wasn’t he? But it doesn’t matter now. That was then. I’m choosing to live in the present these days. I’d accepted my future as a spinster.”

“You could never be a spinster, Wynter. You’re beautiful inside and out. You deserve to be happy.”

Rolling my eyes, I sigh. “Obviously things are changing, Sin. I mean look at where we are. I’m having a baby…”

Arsen moves closer, finally placing his hand on my cheek. Leaning down he waits for me to tip my head up and kiss his lips.

Sparks run along my skin and I groan. Reaching up, I tangle my fingers in his dirty-blond hair.

He grabs my waist and turns me toward the island. Looks like I’m christening the kitchen today.

I mean the bathrooms have been broken in, and I can sterilize this counter later.

Pulling away to catch my breath, I give him a wink and trail my fingers down his naked chest until I reach his basketball shorts.

He’s hard everywhere, and I can’t wait to see how well he fills me. This isn’t the first time seeing him naked, and it won’t be the last.

Erick had a penchant for skinny dipping on camping trips and I remember how blessed Arsen and Astor are.

“Wait. Are you sure about this, Wynter, because once you give me a taste, I won’t ever leave? You’re my addiction, baby.”

God, his words…

“Just kiss me, Sin,” I mumble, ripping my top off and pressing my lips to his again. This time not stopping until my panties are drenched, and I can’t breathe.

He tastes so good. Like coffee and syrup from his pancakes. There’s a bitterness from the beer he sipped on earlier, but it’s not off putting.

I want more. Shoving him away, I shimmy my pants down and jump up onto the island, spreading my thighs, showing him how soaked I am.

Licking his lips, he drops to his knees and grips his cock, giving it a squeeze through his shorts.

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