Page 44 of The Sea Witch's Son

I reach up and touch my neck, feeling the indent of Marlin’s teeth. The bastard bit me tonight like my body was his to own.

Fucking vampire.

Ignoring the throb between my legs, I reach over and take Erik’s hand. His brows are pinched together, the severity of our situation sitting heavily on his shoulders.

“He knows.”

His hand goes limp in my own. I squeeze it hard, reminding him this is exactly what we came here for.

“Stick to the plan, Erik. Everything will be fine.”

He doesn’t acknowledge the lie. Instead, he squeezes my hand back and leaves without asking for a song for tonight.

I wait until he’s upstairs to press on the keys. A sharp note rings out, echoing through the empty halls of a dead woman’s house.

My mouth opens but nothing comes out.

The ache in my heart grows until I’m gasping for air. Pressing a hand to my chest, I can feel the wall built up inside, hidden beneath layers of flesh and bone.

Why didn’t you fight back? Why didn’t you fight for me?

The words stay trapped inside me, locked in the vault still holding my voice captive. Sealing my lips shut, I climb off the bench and make my way up the creaking stairs.

It’s a strange sensation, the anticipation and dread swirling through my body. You would think after the first couple of nights, I would get used to Marlin’s little surprises. Grow accustomed to being on edge in my own bedroom.

I haven’t.

The light switch snaps painfully against the chipped wall and my room is washed in colour. Nothing screams out at me, but then again, it never does.

Instead of checking every nook and cranny for whatever horror Marlin has left for me, I admit defeat and crawl into bed.

I try to close my eyes and go to sleep, but I can’t escape him. The silky glide of his tongue presses against my neck while the sharp edge of his teeth sink into my flesh. I shudder under the covers, reaching up and touching the bite marking my skin.

I trace the gentle divots of the mark, thinking of the shark who left them there. The twisted mind hidden behind an arrogant smile and violet eyes.

My hand slides lower, over my neck and across my collarbones. Heat travels south as my fingers smooth over the hard tip of my nipples, feeling the tight grip of Marlin’s fingers.

His hands become my own as I glide them around the curve of my breast and down along my ribcage. A quiet moan escapes when my fingers brush the edge of my waist, teasing the skin the same way he did that first day.

Pushing past the string of my panties, I trail my hand further down, feeling the wet material throb under my fingertips. The tip of his erection digs into my ass when I press down on my clit, and I have to bite down on my lip to keep from crying out.

He’s behind me now. Pressing that hard body against me, sinking his fingers into my flesh and bending me over. I rub the bud harder, faster, as Marlin chuckles in my ear, the low sound igniting every nerve.

That wicked smile keeps my hand going, his nails digging into my neck as my breathing grows heavier and my pussy grows wetter.

When the pressure becomes unbearable, I slip a finger inside my soaked panties and push past the slick folds. Stealing the cum from inside, I slide it back up to my clit, stroking the swollen flesh until my hips are bucking off the bed.

You’ll be able to take me, little saint. I’ll make sure of it.

I finish just as Marlin sinks his teeth into my neck. The dull ache lingers as I lie panting and trembling in bed, waiting for my orgasm to pass.

“Oh my God.”

The mortification sinks in the moment I catch my breath. Quickly peeling the damp material off my legs, I fling the panties across the room as if that might erase what just happened.

Sucking in a shameful breath, I roll out of bed and retrieve the pyjama bottoms lying on the floor. I wince when I pull them on, my pussy lips sore from the rough handling.

Disgust rises in my throat when I finally walk over and check the hidden nook. I register the empty space, refusing to acknowledge the sliver of disappointment.

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