Page 49 of Cursed to Be Mine

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I need this.

His hands dig into my hair, my ass. One palm comes around my good side and squeezes my breast. I arch my neck, my tongue pushing between his lips, the desperation clawing in my veins urging me on. To get closer. Go deeper. To taste what it’s like to be loved before I die.

Scarlett’s father never loved me. He was a one-night stand whose name and number I never got, never wanting him in our lives.

No one after him was substantial either, all my love, all my attention given to my daughter.

A woman who wished me dead without even giving me a chance to explain.

I slide a hand between us, cupping the bulge digging into my pelvis. “I need your cock inside me.”

Filling me. Chasing away the loneliness of death. The fear. Letting me know what it’s like to be loved.

His tongue dances hotly with mine. His cock thickens in my hand. Our breaths mingle in each other’s lungs as he lowers me gently onto the bed, careful not to jar my wounds.

I tug at the waistband of my pants as he jerks at his own. His cock springs free, and he grabs the fabric on my legs and pulls it down just past my ass, the bare minimum we need. Wrapping his fingers around himself, he pushes the head into my pussy. I arch against him, sucking him deep inside me as my lips find his, crying out against his tongue.

I shimmy my legs as he begins to move, trying to get my pants completely off. I don’t want to feel constricted. I want to move in mindless bliss. To not think anymore. About Scarlett… About the reaper coming for –

I scream.

In fear, not pleasure as Daniel is ripped from my body and flung straight up. He hits the ceiling with acrackthat resonates inside me, making me flinch, then he drops back on top of me. His knees and elbows bruise my body and jar my wounded side. I scream again as I try to shove him off me.

He groans.

Blood gushes down his pale face and into my eyes. I instinctively close them even as my brain screams at me not to. His body jerks to the side this time.

Horrible thuds echo around the room. The wallsshake. One hand wipes frantically at my eyes as the other grasps to pull up my pants. I swing my legs over the bed. His body slams into me again, knocking me to the floor. He groans in a broken plea. More blood stains me. More fear squeezes me.

Shoving him hard, I push to my feet and run for the door. I squint through the darkness, catching a silhouette staring right at me as their arms move, flinging Daniel in another spell.

I dive for the shotgun left in the doorway.

My fingers curl around the metal as I roll onto my back and lift to aim. The gun’s knocked from me as Daniel’s bulk crushes my chest. It skitters across the hallway out of reach, and I gasp as I struggle to breathe.

Air rushes into my lungs when his weight is lifted, then leaves again as I’m picked up too.

My muscles still with a heaviness I can’t break free from. Sweat pours down me as my eyes flick left and right, searching for the witch.

I half expect to see the reaper from the mirror, but all I see is darkness.

And then light floods my retinas, and I close my eyes on reflex.

Daniel’s scream has me opening them again, and I match his with one of my own as I watch his intestines hit the floor, his stomach cut open with a long knife.

The witch holding it has his back to me, but his black ponytail beckons recognition.

Khalid!

My neighbor turns to face me, his dark eyes piercing my soul. Grabbing Daniel by his throat, Khalid hauls him forward. Daniel’s feet twist in the mess of his intestines. Inhuman screams leave him ashe shudders forward, his shoulders caving in.

My eyes can’t leave the trail he’s leaving behind. It stretches from the bed to me, magic weighing it down so more is pulled from Daniel with every step.

I don’t look up from it until Khalid is right in front of me. He grabs the back of Daniel’s head, fisting his hair, and lifts.

“No one touches my girl,” Khalid says, his voice boiling with a rage that reeks of death.

My body twists in chills that leave me shaking, my feet off the floor, caged in the muscles he holds with magic.