Page 35 of Dark Obsession
“When I first found out you were my mate, that’s why I freaked out. I’d heard all of these horrible things about you, how you were an evil murderer, that you weren’t sane, and then I thought about what would happen with a weapon like me in your clutches. Because that’s what I am, Salem. You know how hard kings fight for seers. Imagine what they would do for me,” I try to explain.
“What could I have done to use your magic, little one?” he asks, reaching out and taking my hand.
“You could have threatened me or harmed those I love to do your bidding.” I shrug, knowing now that he would never do that because he always puts me first, no matter what.
“You’re the last person I would ever threaten or harm. You’re half of my soul, Peach. Hurting you would be hurting me.”
“I know that now.” I sigh, swallowing hard. “I just didn’t know how to tell you. I’ve never told a single soul about what I can do. Jagger doesn’t even know. There’s a darkness inside me, Salem. And it terrifies me.”
He nods slowly and reaches out to tuck an errant lock of hair behind my ear. “I don’t care what magic you have, sweetheart. You could kill every person you touch for all I care.” He pauses and then adds with a smirk, “Well, besides me, of course. I love you just as you are. And you know there’s darkness inside me. But I don’t see any in you. You haven’t used your magic for anything bad, not that I’d care if you did, but you haven’t. You’ve been minding your own business, baking cakes, and running a successful bakery.” He laughs to himself. “Unless you’re forcing people to buy your baked goods?”
I roll my eyes. “No, you know I’m not doing that. I’ve never taken away anyone’s free will besides what I did today.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Well, then I guess the only darkness you have inside you is when I’m fucking you, little one.”
I shake my head at him. “I should have known that you wouldn’t care what magic I have. But you know, when we bond, some of that might transfer to you.”
His eyes widen. “And maybe part of you was worried that I’d use that for my own personal gain.”
I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Yeah, I guess so. Maybe.”
“I can’t promise you what I’m going to do, so you’re just going to have to trust me. I’d do anything to protect you, Peach. Anything.” His words are a warning.
And I find myself not really caring. I love Salem, and I’m ready to be all in with him.
He pushes me back on the bed and straddles me. “Now, I didn’t win or lose, but I didn’t kill your brother, so I feel like I should get to fuck you as a reward for that.”
Hell, yes.
Chapter 17
Salem
The last person I expect to see at my front door is Pandora and Soren. Firstly, Soren can’t fucking stand me, probably because he caught me going down on his wife at a party.
“What the fuck are you two doing here?” I ask, opening the door wide but not inviting them inside. My wards will block them unless I give permission.
“Hello to you too,” the Witch Queen smirks, while Soren looks like he’d rather be anywhere else but here.
“What do you want?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.
“We heard something went down last night, and you were at the center of it.”
Fuck me, she’s here to gossip, and even brought her mate, who hates me.
“Gossip travels fast in the Witch Kingdom.” I smirk, and her violet eyes dance with amusement.
She nudges Soren, who clears his throat. “As you know, I have persuasion magic, and we heard?—”
I slam the door in their faces.
I know exactly what they heard. They want to know who had enough magic to empty a crowd of at least one hundred people, but I’m not going to tell them shit.
“Who was that?” Peach calls out, her hair still damp. She has a towel wrapped around her precariously, and I know with one flick, I could have her naked.
“Pandora and Soren.”
Her green eyes widen, and her hands go to her hips. “Your ex?”
