Page 41 of Corrupt Shadows

The boy sighs and takes a single step back, but he is still far too close for my liking. “Are you drunk?”

She shrugs and he grimaces.

“Seriously, Evie? This isn’t like you.”

I clench my fists. He doesn’t know her at all. Evie grabs the boy’s hand and pulls him over the threshold, then closes and locks the door behind him. She faces him, her shiny, dark hair hanging in straight, thick strands over her shoulders. Her eyes are alight with mischief.

Every few minutes, she glances at the various mirrors in the room, probably hoping I am here watching her. It’s too obvious that she is up to something, and I will not give into the whims of a silly little witch.

He pulls back. “You’re acting really strange.”

Evie’s lips widen into a grin that is akin to something on a psychopath in a horror movie.

“I’m totally fine, Jay,” she says with extra enthusiasm, as if she needs to convince herself.

“What ar—” His speech is cut off when she jumps on him, wrapping her legs around his waist and crushing her lips to his.

Bile creeps up my throat as I watch her throw herself at him. Is she so desperate for distraction that any warm body will do? The boy holds her up with a hand on each of her ass cheeks and sits on the sofa with her on top of him.

I can’t shake the infuriated feelings creeping into my mind. She removed the blankets from the mirrors to show me this? Does she expect me to be jealous?

They continue to kiss as she grinds against his obvious erection. He hasn’t moved his hands from her ass, like he’s afraid she’ll realize it’s him she’s kissing. Evie ends the kiss and climbs off his lap.

He follows her, as do I, and she leads him into her office. A sense of foreboding washes over me. What kind of fucking game is she playing? I move farther into the Shadow Realm office, then stand in front of her family’s mirror, watching the scene unfold. My heart rate climbs the longer I observe.

I can already feel my magic stirring as she wheels the desk chair in front of the mirror. I’m outraged that she would seek out this pathetic boy when she knows that nothing will ever compare to pleasure she felt with my face buried beneath her thighs.

My little witch does not realize how brats get punished when they disobey. She thinks she can taunt me and make it out unscathed. I bite my lip, hard enough to draw blood, thinking of the ways I can punish her.

Evie circles the chair and places her hands on the high back. “Take off your clothes and come sit down,” she orders the boy.

“Yes, ma’am,” he says, giving her a mock salute and a grin.

He does as she commands, shucking his clothes and kicking them under the desk. He smiles cockily and sits, palming his poor excuse for a dick and slowly stroking it. Evie walks around to the front of the chair and kneels before him. His jaw hangs open, and his pupils blow wide with lust as he realizes her intentions.

“Just sit back and relax. Let me take care of you,” my witch purrs, then dips her head and sucks his leaking dick into her mouth. I watch the back of her head bob up and down through slitted eyes as blind rage takes hold.

My shadows awaken. They breathe into life around me, the shimmering darkness whirling as it smashes to the walls of Evie’s Shadow Realm office, unable to expand with my growing fury. The desk creaks, and the legs give way as it collapses. The dingy paint on the walls peels as the demonic energy of my power lashes at it with invisible flames.

The varnish on the desk bubbles and pops. That fucking asshole thinks he can sit back and use her mouth for his pleasure? I despise that I’m cracking. I shouldn’t care who she fucks, yet my heart races, and my shadows curl around me.

Evie moans his name and I growl, low and deep in an unending rumble, hating my body’s reaction to watching her dominate the pathetic male in front of me. She doesn’t even want him. She wants me. I grind my molars, and I can practically hear each layer of enamel wearing down.

Evie pulls away, then wipes her lip. Slowly, she walks her fingers up his chest while keeping her eyes trained on him. “We should bring someone else to join us next time.”

He grabs her fingers and leans forward. “Seriously?”

“Why not?” she asks, with big doe eyes and a mischievous grin. “We can both suck your dick.”

“You want another woman with us?” His brows pinch together.

She shrugs. “Who said it has to be a woman?”

He pushes her away and stands. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She gulps, then stands too, her eyes darting from the mirror to him. “I shouldn’t have said anything.” She stumbles, and he doesn’t try to catch her. Instead, she balances herself. “That was dumb. Come back down,” she pleads, attempting to pull him onto the chair. She just wants to fuck, and I’m ready to lose my fucking mind.

“I’m done this time.”

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