Page 52 of She is the Darke

She made her way into the dressing room, shut the curtain, and began to undress, careful to put all the pieces back in the bags and boxes she’d taken them out of. This outfit was to be revered, not tossed aside like junk.

Clad in her panties, she pulled the short, full skirt of the Little Red Riding Hood costume up to her waist and zipped it into place. Perfect fit. The skirts hit the middle of her thighs, not too short, not too long. Seriously, Wendell was a costume genius.

“Do you have a man?” Callum asked from outside.

Butterflies flapped around in her chest at the question. He was interested, right? If he asked that he had to be interested in her. Stacia clutched the bodice of the costume to her chest and told him, “No. I’m not seeing anyone right now.”

“This is forward of me, but can I come in?”

Oh, the deep timbre of his voice.

“I’m not dressed yet.”

“Good.”

Her heart was pounding against her breastbone. She licked her lips and looked up at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were bright, and her cheeks pink. “Yes.”

The curtain moved to the side and then closed behind Callum, who came to stand behind her. He looked so damn familiar.

“Do I…do I know you?” she murmured.

Callum leaned in and pressed his lips against her neck. “Yes,” he murmured against her skin.

She was dreaming. She had to be. Everything felt all fuzzy, like she was in a dream, not in reality.

His large, strong hands slipped behind the bodice she held against herself, and he cupped her breasts.

With a trembling breath, she melted back against him. This wasn’t real. It didn’t happen to girls like her. Not careful girls. Not regular girls.

She was in her high heels and still wasn’t nearly as tall as him. God, the way his hands felt on her skin as he kneaded her breasts.

A soft growling sound vibrated from him, and this was so sexy. Soooo sexy. She had an effect on him. She could tell because his massaging became harder, more desperate, and then he pulled the bodice out of the way and tossed it to the floor.

He looked up with an expression of pure wickedness in his eyes. “This should be your costume.”

This? Short red and black satin skirts, black heels and boobs that…well they actually looked pretty good in this mirror, especially pouring out around Callum’s strong grip. She arched her back and pressed her ass against him, and the soft snarl grew louder.

His hand slid down the front of her skirts, and underneath them. He found her panties and moved them to the side, then slid his fingers back and forth along her folds.

This was happening. God, this was really happening and holy hell she could come just like this.

“Deep,” she whispered mindlessly, and he gave a sharp-toothed smile as he pushed his finger into her.

He rocked with her, stroking his finger into her over and over. When she arched her head back and closed her eyes, he said against her ear, “No, love. Eyes on us.”

She eased her eyes open and felt utterly drunk with ecstasy. She could see his hand under the skirts, his knuckles moving as he pushed into her, and the tingling pressure in her middle built fast, crashing through her like a wave. Her release was hard, body gripping his finger as she let off a soft, helpless sound. She reached back and slipped her hand around the back of his neck as he repeated over and over, “Good girl. That’s a good girl.”

Her legs locked and she sank bonelessly to the floor. He eased her there, and then gripped the back of her hair gently, steadying her in place on her knees before him. In the mirror reflection, he stood behind her, powerful legs splayed, thick erection pressed against the front of his dark pants, his chin tilted up and his smile dripping with satisfaction.

“You’ll wear this costume to the festival’s Dead or Alive concert on Wednesday night. You’ll be Red Riding Hood, and I’ll be the Big Bad Wolf. I’m inviting you, so I’ll pay. When your thoughts start nagging at you later tonight about what my intentions are, know that Wednesday night will be a date. I’ll pick you up in front of your hotel.”

“Okay. I’m staying at the Darkhorse.” Reality was beginning to sober her up. “But…I said yes to you too fast. Boys don’t like that. I’ve never…”

“You aren’t easy, Stacia.” He smiled, and his canines looked sharper than his other teeth. “You’re just easy for me.”

And then he left her there on her knees, skirt flowing around her and her tits out, wondering what the hell had just possessed her to say yes.

Chapter Four

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