Page 8 of Ever Dark

I can’t survive like that though. And now, more than ever, Ihaveto survive so I can find out who I am. Even if I don’t like what I find.

DRAVEN

“Find out everything you can about Mia Harker. I want to know where she came from, what she does for fun, what she fucking eats for breakfast. Don’t call me back until you have something useful.” I end the call before my sorry excuse for an investigator can respond. The lack of competence is infuriating.

Six months ago, I had instructed him to find a loophole in Emma Harker’s will. Our families took part in a treaty centuries ago. We agreed to equally split the poison fields until the family line died out or someone refused the inheritance. Dorian Harker wanted no part in this war. He was happy to stay a boring as fuck professor in Raven’s Gate.

So when Mia Harker resurfaced after twenty-five years, I put my entire team on proving her invalidity. She was given away for adoption, for fuck’s sake. That alone should make her claim null and void. But Emma Harker was a sneaky old crone. Her will was ironclad. Now I have to resort to other measures. If this bitch doesn’tsell, I swear to the fucking raven, I’m going to bury her alive in the middle of the baneberry fields.

I loosen my tie before downing a vial of nightshade. The fiery liquid trickles down, burning my throat with its bittersweet sting. I lean my head against the leather seat of my limousine and close my eyes while the toxin works its way into my veins.

These days, it’s getting harder and harder to take the edge off. No amount of whiskey or poison or jerking myself off seems to work. But I still try. I have to, or I’ll fall off the deep end again. And no one wants that. My destruction is unstoppable once it begins.

“Take the long way home, and don’t disturb me until I call on you,” I tell my driver.

I close the partition and lock it before he can respond.

The poison heightens my senses. Everything feels more intense. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. “Ahh, yeah. Now I can breathe.”

I roll my thumb over the tip, coaxing my pre cum out in circles. The weight of my issues feels a little lighter already. Even as they lurk deep inside my subconscious like a monster hiding under my bed.

I spit in my hand, then smooth it over my shaft slowly, fingering every veiny ridge, savoring it like it’s my last supper. “Fuck, that feels good,” I rasp to myself.

I spread my legs wider and press back against the seat. The poison winds its way through my fingers, elevating every tingle and spark of pleasure. I rock my hips up as I stroke harder, squeezing my cock tight inside my palm.

As a deep spasm courses through me, I see her face.

Fuck.

Not again.

But it’s too late. I’m too hard to get off this fucking ride now. Fuck.

I see her eyes—one brown, one blue, haunting—staring back at me in the mirror of Duff’s bathroom.

“Uhhh,” I cry out. My cock swells, stretching so tight my muscles may rip open while I bleed out.

I flash back to the memory of her perfect fucking ass. The smoothness of it as it pressed against my belly while I fucked her pussy raw.

Fuck, I can’t breathe. The heat in my neck and chest becomes an inferno as I pump my cock hard and fast. I pretend I’m back inside her tight pussy with the taste of jasmine on my tongue.

“Fuck!” All the blood shoots down my shaft and rumbles, sending every nerve afire. I pant for breath as my orgasm unleashes. I jerk my wrist furiously, sliding my palm up and down faster and faster. I cover the tip of my cock with my free hand and unleash a deep guttural growl as my hot milky cum spills into it.

“Mmph,” I mutter unintelligibly. I bite my lip hard as I rock my hips. The mystery girl’s eyes flash in my mind again. She licks her lips in the mirror at me. “Oh, fuck.” Another burst of spasms grips me. I cup my balls as I continue to grind against my hand.

I almost hyperventilate. Fuck. My chest heaves as I try to center myself. As I try to steady my racing pulse. “Fuck,” I whisper.

This has never happened before until her. I don’t fantasize about girls I’ve fucked in seedy bathrooms. But this one… I can’t get her out of my fucking head, and it’s enraging. It’s masochistic.

I have zero interest in anyone else. I don’t even have a real interest inher. That’s not the kind of man I am. I don’t care aboutanywomen. But her eyes haunt me. And every time I get a whiff of jasmine, I’m spinning around looking for her. It makes me want to drive my head into a brick wall.

Bones and Aries are starting to wonder what the fuck is wrong with me. I haven’t fucked anyone since her. They know that’s not like me. I keep telling them I’m stressed about my grandmother’s estate and acquiring the baneberry fields. But they know I’m full of shit. I’m only grateful that they don’t press me on the issue. Myfuse is so fucking short these days, I’m tempted to burn the entire Harker estate down out of spite.

But ashes don’t make poison or money. And I really fucking love both.

I clean myself off with my monogrammed handkerchief and stuff myself back into my pants. I pinch my eyes shut for a moment and take a deep breath. I try to blow out the shame that fills me for letting myself give into this fantasy for the third time this week.

I glance out the window and sigh when I glimpse the stone-cold walls of Blackwell Manor. The partition opens when I press the button. “Change of plans. Take me back to town.”

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