Page 77 of Cursed

He strained against the shirt I’d tied around his wrists, and I smiled as I pressed my hands against his chest and leaned forward just a little to allow him to thrust up into me. He gritted his teeth as he bucked his hips up to fuck me hard and deep, and I groaned as his cock pistoned into me until he was panting.

“Avril—”

“Yes—”

With one last thrust, his cock erupted inside me and coated my walls with hot spurts of cum.

My head fell back as another climax rippled through me, this one stronger than the first, and a strangled cry tore from my throat as my body shook and tightened.

The warmth of Valen’s skin under my fingertips ignited each nerve ending, and I reveled in it.

The remnants of the spell coursed through my veins, electrifying and consuming, blinding me to everything except the need to hold on to this newfound strength. I gasped for breath as the aftershocks took hold of me.

“Valen— that was—”

But beneath me, Valen was still.

“Gods,” I breathed.

What have I done?

My pulse hammered in my ears and drowned out the whispers and the dawning horror that clawed at my consciousness.

With a frantic urgency, I disentangled myself from Valen, and my hands trembled as I pushed off him. His face, once fierce and commanding, was now slack, vulnerable— I pressed my fingers against his throat and was relieved to feel his pulse.

Guilt twisted in my gut, a serpent slithering through the remnants of my triumph.

I untied the shirt from around his wrists and struggled to pull it over his head and tug it down his muscled torso. Frantically, I pulled up his jeans and tucked his softening cock back inside his boxers before buttoning his fly and re-fastening his belt.

My hands shook, and my pussy throbbed, but power surged through me…

I stood and pulled my dress back into place to cover my breasts and hide the dagger that was once again secured to my thigh.

Valen’s cum smeared my thighs, and my heart thundered strangely against my ribs.

The whispers in my mind were deafening—the grimoire had seen its will done… and I had enjoyed it.

As I stared down at Valen, sprawled unconscious on the concrete floor, a wave of nausea swept over me.

What would he remember?

He wouldn’t understand how important this was to me.

I needed his strength—otherwise, I would never know the truth behind my mother’s death.

But as I gazed down at him, I felt only a hollow ache where triumph should have thrived.

“Forgive me,” I whispered, but the thump of the music that poured from hidden speakers swallowed the words.

I had crossed a line, and the weight of it pressed heavily on my shoulders as I wrestled with the magnitude of what I had done.

But I’d done it.

Realization gripped me with an icy fist.

I couldn’t stay here—

I cast one last look at Valen and then hurried across the garage to the door I’d entered through.

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