Page 178 of Evil Hearts

“I’m so sorry. That means you’re Jenny’s niece, then. She was an amazing woman that truly cared for this town and the people in it.”

“She was the best. I hate that she isn’t here anymore and being in her house all alone is odd. It’s all just an adjustment.”

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

I just nod. I’ve been told that more than I care to hear, but it doesn’t change the fact she’s gone.

“Look, I have to go, but if you aren’t doing anything tomorrow, then maybe I can show you around town. Maybe buy you dinner.”

I am almost frozen as I realize she’s asking me out on a date. I nod shyly. Unable to say anything as the burning sensation enters my face again. I don’t know why, but something about this woman takes all of me with her.

“It’s a date then. Gotta go. See you later, Lila.”

Charlotte returns to her position behind the counter just as another three people walk in chatting about something that sounds like a bad movie experience. I sip my coffee and sit there with a stupid smile on my lips. That actually just happened.

I’ve got a date with a hot as hell woman. I’m going to take my Witch’s License tomorrow. I still need to see about this damn entity. Maybe today is my lucky day.

Chapter 4

Iclimb in thebed after hours of studying. A great day in town and a meeting set up with someone tomorrow about this damn thing in the house. The covers are cool against my warm skin.

I have a date. With a hot woman. I think about the moment I met her at the counter in the coffee shop. The pure feeling of joy and nervousness that entered my body.

Reaching down between my legs, my fingers slide along my stomach. I part my lips and circle my clit with two fingers. I apply more pressure until I can’t stand the sensitivity any longer.

“Cat,” I breathe out.

I slip two fingers inside of me and curl them against my front wall. Reaching for the perfect spot just inside of me. Pressing my palm into my clit, I can’t help bucking my hips as I seek friction from my palm.

“Fuck.”

I tweak a nipple with my other hand, rolling it between my thumb and finger with practiced ease. The extra stimulation sending me closer to my release. My fingers are soaked, and the wetness does nothing to stop my movements as I gain ground on an explosive orgasm.

I arch my back slightly as I reach for the one spot that makes me see stars. After a moment, I find it and then I fuck my fingers and palm. Rolling my hips and curving my fingers until my bodyshakes. Sensations overload me into feeling like I’m about to implode.

Just when I don’t think I can take any more, my walls clench my fingers and I ride out the wave as it crashes over me. I soak my hand and a moan’s forced from between my lips. The needy little cunt of mine wants more. Sorry, girl. That’s all I’ve got.

I collapse on the bed and allow my breathing to return to normal. I roll over and grab my towel from the floor where I left it and wipe my hand clean. Settling into the bed, I shiver as the cool air hits my skin.

My mind and body now spent, I think nothing of the coolness slipping over my skin as I roll to my side and slip into a sleep filled with orgasms and need. Every inch of me is now relaxed.

I wake with an ache between my legs. A touch slipping along my thighs in a cool embrace. Glancing at the clock on my nightstand to see what time it is. The sun isn’t even out yet, damn it. I rub my eyes to wake myself up.

A force pushes me onto my back, and I gasp as a weight settles over my legs. What the fuck is happening right now? My sleep addled brain can’t catch up as a cold finger brushes along my clit. Stroking me with force.

I spread my legs further without even thinking. The ache begging to make it stop. I arch my back slightly and a moan escapes my lips as something cold as hell enters my body. Sliding into me with a forceful pressure. That’s when it hits me. It’s her fingers. Three of them, to be exact.

“No. Wait. What are you doing to me? I didn’t say you could. W..why are you doing this?”

Another moan slips from between my lips before I can stop it. I want her to stop, but I also want the fucking release she is edging me toward. I can’t. We can’t. Who is this woman?

“Fuck… I need… Ohhh. I need… Fuck, yes... No… Shit. Gotta… stop…”

I scramble backwards, away from the thing between my legs. I don’t know what to think. My body is aching from the loss of her fingers. Did she just… I look down between my legs and I can see myself all over my inner thighs.

“Holy shit.”

I swear I hear a woman chuckle, then they are gone. The air instantly warms up. It’s hard to catch my breath. I’m pretty sure a ghost just finger fucked me in my bed. What the actual fuck is happening?

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