Page 63 of Ever Dark

I spread my thighs back and already feel a little spark reigniting in my core. “You think anyone’s ever fucked in this room before?”

He licks his lips as I caress my thighs with the rag. “In times of war, people fucked anywhere they could. Guaranteed there’s some ghost dick energy up in this room.”

I nod and slide the rag down my slit. It tingles, and I can’t help but whimper as the rough fabric rubs against my clit.

“Thatta girl. Don’t hold back. Clean that pussy good.”

I bite my lower lip and moan as I drag the cloth from my clit down to my taint. There’s something so fucking hot about the way he watches me. “I need more.”

He stalks over to me, wedges a thick pillow under my hips, and returns to his chair. “That’s better. Now I can see deep inside. Use your fingers, baby girl. Peel that pussy open for me to see how you mop up all that cum.”

A deep spasm rolls through me. “Fuck,” I whine. I scissor my pussy lips back with one hand and rub the wet rag in circles against my folds with my free hand. The pressure builds in my core as I thrust up and down against the pillow.

Bones hangs over the chair, his mouth watering, his eyes glazing with lust and hunger. “Yeah, just like that.”

His words torment me and send me over the edge. I scream as my orgasm bursts and explodes like fireworks through every inch of my body. I palm the rag, thrusting against it while also using it to mop up my mess. “Holy… fuck.” I gasp.

I’m a disaster. A heap of bodily fluids and trembling limbs.

He winks as he stands up and reaches behind me for his phone. “Thanks for patching me up, beautiful. Until next time.”

I don’t have enough breath to respond. So I just lay there and watch him leave. If this is how they think they’re going to torture and intimidate me into signing those papers, then they’re going to lose this game real fast.

I’m too fucking greedy for their depravity. Too sick and twisted to be afraid of masked men breaking into my house or chasing me through the woods. The only thing that scares me is how far each of us are willing to go.

ARIES

My phone buzzes with a text from Bones.This was after I fucked her, he writes. I scroll down to click on the attached video and almost fall out of my chair. Mia’s got her legs spread wide as she rubs herself with a wash rag. Bones sits on a chair watching her, salivating. Fucking hell. Her pussy is so pink and wet. So raw after he fucked her with his thick cock. And now I’m fucking hard.

You’re an asshole, I reply back.I’m guessing she didn’t sign the papers with her pussy.

Bones texts back,Nah, her pussy was too busy choking on my cock.

Fuck.

It’s time to do things my way.

I see the chat bubbles appear and disappear for a good thirty seconds before he replies.

Don’t have too much fun torturing our little lamb.

He wants to join, but he knows I need to do this by myself. Bones turns into a big softie around her and Draven acts like ajealous boyfriend. I’m the only one who can make Mia break. I have no limits, no boundaries, and no fucking empathy. It’s a classic Thorn trait. It’s how my family built our empire. And it’s how I intend to keep it.

I’m banking on her sleeping tonight. After weeks of stalking her house, noting when she turns her lights on and off, I’ve gathered that she’s an insomniac. I figure she’s avoiding her nightmare man, resisting him until she can no longer fight him off.

But after what Bones did to her tonight, she’s gotta be fucking exhausted and content to crawl under the covers and drift off.

I put on my best suit, grab the toxin I’ve been working on, and hop in my SUV. My adrenaline spikes as I wind in and out of the back roads. As I pass Draven’s house, I shoot off a quick text.

Seeing Mia tonight. Stay home.

He replies with a thumbs up.

The grin on my face widens as I near Harker Mansion. I haven’t been this excited in a long time. My tastes have always stretched far beyond my friends’ kinks. They let me subject them to it from time to time. But even they have their limits. But Mia is different. I’ve seen the fire in her eyes when she’s doing something dirty. The way she practically begged for it in the woods and then again in the graveyard.

She’s the perfect prey. But she’s about to find out what a real predator looks like.

I park outside the gates and let myself in with the code that Draven copied from the workers. As I hoped, all the lights in the mansion are off. Bones was nice enough to snoop around before ambushing her in the library and let me know exactly which room she sleeps in.

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