Page 4 of Corrupt Shadows

“You’re lucky you’re beautiful. You know I can’t say no to you.”

That’s the fucking problem.

He places me on the leather and yanks his pants down to his ankles. I quickly undress, sliding off my top and pants. His eyes bulge as they trace my curves. My bare ass presses deep into the worn-out cushioning, and I can’t help but wonder how many people were tortured on the gurney.

When I close my eyes, I can sense the split, fractured darkness from their fucked-up minds still lingering. My magic likes it. It sizzles under my skin, waiting to be used, but I keep it locked away. It took me years to suppress it fully, through overusing anxiety meds and drinking most nights, only allowing myself moments of feeling the unkempt power inside me.

I live for those moments. While I hate what my magic might do, especially after keeping it so suppressed all this time, I can’t help but long to use it again. It’s a part of me, one I’ve become terrified of. It’s too late for me to learn any control, if it’s possible to command the darkest magic known to this world. But these moments—when my powers heighten every touch and emotion—are everything.

I pull his mouth to mine and press my lips firmly against his. My tongue darts between his lips when he opens in a gasp. The dance of our tongues causes my core to throb with need. His fingers travel up my torso, reaching for my breasts. He flicks a finger over my nipple, and a jolt of heat runs through me.

A second bang sounds from a far-off room. He pauses. “What was that?”

I can’t help but smile. “You should be used to fucking in haunted places by now.”

He rolls his eyes. “Ghosts aren’t real.”

I lick my lips. “Yes they are.”

He whips his head around when something in the darkness creaks.

“Scared?” I tease.

His muscles tense, and I pull his lips back to mine before he can talk and ruin it. It’s the closest I’ve come to feeling alive in months.

Hooking my legs around him, I tug him closer, his hard dick throbbing at the entrance of my wet pussy. I bite Jay’s lip, coaxing a moan from him.

He slides inside me, my ass clenching as he slowly pumps his hips. I close my eyes, venturing deep into my subconscious. My favorite place to be is in my head. There, I can escape into my fantasies.

In this one, a stranger catches us. I squeeze my eyelids tighter, imagining the stranger in my fantasy unzipping his pants. He’s watching us from the darkness of the room, pulling his hard cock out. His thumb rubs the glistening pre-cum around the tip, then gripping his length with his long fingers, he watches us fuck, covered in sweat.

Jay’s fingers grip my hips lightly. I wish he’d press harder and dig his nails into my sensitive skin. A little blood never hurt anybody. Or if he’d wrap those long fingers around my throat until I’m gasping for air…

The energy in the building enhances my magic, sending shockwaves to my toes. That mixed with the fantasy in my head and his dick inside me makes me feel like I’m going to combust under the building pressure at the apex of my thighs.

I continue thinking about the stranger in my mind. He tugs harder on his dick as he masturbates to the couple fucking on the gurney. He draws closer, and I can practically feel his heavy breaths upon my skin. He groans like he’s desperate to touch us. My pussy tightens, and a flood of arousal coats Jay’s cock and drips down his balls. The stranger throws his head back, releasing a strangled moan, and spurts jets of his cum all over us.

My orgasm builds, my toes curling and going slightly numb as I bite gently on Jay’s shoulder. He thrusts harder, the minutes running into each other. I moan against his shoulder as the gurney squeaks beneath us, threatening to collapse. My orgasm builds to a crescendo, and I let out short bursts of groans, each one clipped as I lose my voice to my orgasm.

He shudders, his cum erupting inside me. His moans heighten mine, my magic growing stronger. I blow out a long breath, not letting my control go for even a second.

Hot sparks shred through me as I suck in a deep breath.

Jay pulls back, his breaths uneven, and he leaves a trail of semen on the leather between my legs.

Release. Finally. I missed feeling a dick inside me—and a warm body gliding against mine, even if it is short-lived.

If I’m honest with myself, it’s the only reason I texted him after breaking things off with him a few months ago. He thought I was his girlfriend, whereas I knew I was using him for sex. At least now he knows where I stand.

I wish I could love Jay. He’s perfect, and with the way he’s staring at me, I imagine any woman in town would jump into his arms. But I won’t let myself get close, not to him or anyone. The moment I lose control again, bits of Jay will cover these asylum walls, and he’ll join the ghosts here.

I climb off the gurney and stand.

He smiles. “That was amazing,” he says and tugs up his pants before buttoning them. Amazing is too strong of a word. But I did orgasm, even if it was just once. I need more, but instead of divulging that truth, I smile and nod in response. The truth would only hurt him.

I might be a murderer, but I’m not a sadist.

While he’s pulling his tight white top over his muscles, I grab my clothes in a bundle. I should have brought some wipes, but as always, I never think when I’m in the mood for fucking. I definitely should pee. I’m not getting a urinary infection for anyone, but I’m not doing that here.

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