Page 5 of Ever Dark

“You fuck like a slut.” I don’t know why I’m so angry, but my fury threatens to consume both of us.

My degrading words don’t seem to faze her. She gasps. “I’m… cumming.” Her body writhes against the counter as she grinds her pussy on the cold ceramic tiles. Her cream spills out, cradling my cock like a warm cocoon. It sends me over the edge.

I let out a moan as I cum inside her, riding her hard as I unleash. I can taste the jasmine on my tongue now.

With her beautiful eyes still on me, she squeezes her pussy around my cock so tight, it makes me hard again. Fuck. I can’t takethis anymore. “Don’t look at me.” I grab her by the hair and press her face down on the counter.

I slam into her harder this time and grind in circles, fucking her like an animal. “Oh, fuck.Ahhh.” The fucking pressure… fuck. I explode inside her again, my cock trembling and twitching against her folds. I can’t stop. I rock into her as I ride one of the longest orgasms of my fucking life.

My cum fills her so full she can’t contain it in that tight pussy of hers. It leaks out and runs down her thighs. I thrust again as I milk myself, desperate to stretch it out for as long as I can. I don’t want to fucking leave this pussy. Fuck.

She whimpers against the counter, her legs shaking. “Holy… fuck.”

I can’t listen to her anymore. I can’t look at those eyes. No. I need to get out of here. My cock hardens again as I slide out. I lick my lips, and all I taste is jasmine. Sweet fucking fragrant jasmine, like a fucking drug that I would actually snort off her pussy if I could.

I let go of her head and put myself back together, cock and all. As I look at myself in the mirror, my anger grows. I came in here to fuck her so that I could numb myself. Now I’m angrier than I was when I left the funeral.

I pull her skirt down, my hands lingering on her hips for a second. “I hope I gave you a good story to tell… See you around, Trouble.”I know that I won’t.

Before I’m halfway out the door, I hear her murmur, “See you around, Slick.”

I wrangle Bones and Aries away from the pool table before they get accused of hustling for the third time this month. Which, of course, they are. Aries has a pool table in his house. We’ve been playing since we were eight.

They follow me without protest. Once inside the safety of the limo, I let out a deep breath. I roll the window down, relishingthe feel of the cool autumn breeze on my face as we head back to Blackwell Manor.

Bones taps his lighter on my knee. “So, who’d you fuck in the bathroom?”

I wipe the sweat off my brow with my sleeve. Fuck. She’s still on me. Jasmine. It’s all I can fucking smell. All I can taste. I shrug as I slip back into the apathetic version of Draven they’re both accustomed to. “Just some random out-of-town slut.”

Bones lets out a hearty laugh. “Ever the gentleman.”

I grit my teeth. “That, my friend, I am not.”

When we pass Harker Mansion, my fury grows even more. Emma Harker finally croaked. She had no heirs. No family except for that imbecile nephew, Dorian, a professor at Tenebrose Academy over in Raven’s Gate. It was supposed to be easy. I’d swoop in with a generous offer and a few threats.

But the granddaughter we all thought was dead showed up to claim the land that I want.

“Where do we stand with the Harker girl?” I growl.

“Mia Harker hasn’t returned any of my calls. I’ll pay her a visit tomorrow.” Aries pulls out his phone and begins typing away.

I smack the door with the side of my fist. “We need that land. It’s the only place that grows baneberry. Double our original offer.”

Gin isn’t our only empire. We’re also the leading purveyors of poison. Aries’s family controls most of it. And I control the rest. But if I can get my hands on the baneberry fields at Harker Mansion, then I’ll hold the majority.

Bones cracks his knuckles. “What if she refuses to sell?”

The darkness that flows in my veins spikes my adrenaline. I light up a cigarette. “Then we’ll make her life hell. Mia Harker will wish she never came back to Ever Graves.”

MIA

Remember what happened the last time, Mia…

I toss and turn, tangling in my crumpled sheets. “It will be different this time, Nox,” I murmur.

Caught between sleep and consciousness, I reach for the darkness with one hand and claw at the light with the other. But my monster always wins. Nox always gets his way.

“Surrender to me, dark one.” His voice is louder in my ear, pulling me deeper into his realm.

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