Page 3 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

CHAPTER 1

In a flash, he hadme pinned up against the wall. I could smell the whiskey on his breath as well as the smoky atmosphere of the bar.

His muscular body pressed tightly against my back. His massive cock was unmistakable as he pushed it into my ass.

He flipped me around and had somehow managed to grab my wrists, pull them above my head, making my breasts jut out. I knew he loved every moment of my discomfort.

He leaned in to suck on my neck. My legs threatened to buckle, and he chuckled dark and deep against my skin. “I knew you would come to me.”

His words caused my blood to boil, and I struggled against his tight grip, “Let me go, you bastard!”

His thick lips were wreaking havoc on my skin, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hurt him or fuck him.

Which made me struggle all the more.

“Why are you here, Indy?”

His thick voice, breaking through my ire, I glared at him, “I need your help.”

I hate the smirk that spread across his lips.

“Do you now?” he said darkly, “That’s good because I need you too.”

“I am not fucking you, Scarecrow!” I burst out, and in a second, I found myself almost falling as he released me and started to walk away.

“What?” I cried out, “Where are you going?”

He didn’t even turn around as he walked out of the bar towards his huge motorcycle.

“Scarecrow, I am talking to you!”

Damn it, if he wasn’t the most infuriating man.

“Done listening, Princess.”

I hated when he called me Princess. In truth, I am a princess, but he made it sound sordid and filthy.

He lifted his long, muscular leg across the seat of his bike and grabbed his helmet. He was honestly going to leave me here! I had looked for days, trying to find him, I couldn’t lose him now.

“Stop, Scarecrow! You can’t just leave.”

He glanced my way and I felt a gush of liquid between my thighs, almost as if he knew what he had done to me, that possessive smirk flashed once again.

He started the bike and I ran to put myself directly in front of it.

“Out of the way, Indy,” his voice was starting to sound irritated.

“But I need you,” I cried out, “I will do anything, I swear. Just don’t leave!”

He turned the bike off and whipped the helmet off of his head, “Anything?”

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