"Come on, little witch. You're only prolonging the inevitable. We're going to have you one way... or the other..."
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There are some rules you don't break
when it comes to the supernatural.
1. Don't be an idiot.
2. Don't make deals with Demons...
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The Witch
Malachi's lips were like fire against mine. And when his tongue slipped into my mouth, I was completely gone.
I moved backwards toward the bed, his lips never leaving my skin. He had seemed reluctant to start this, but as we continued, he only grew that much more hungry— his movements becoming desperate as he lifted me from the ground.
My thin silk nightgown was slowly becoming damp with sweat.
"Coralynn," he breathed, moving his lips down to my jaw. "My dear little witch."
I let out a small desperate whimper, begging him to lay me down and take me like he had promised that very first night. And he did. He laid me gently on my back, settling between my damp thighs.
His hands moved up my body, grasping my breasts firmly, giving them a tight squeeze. My back arched, pushing them into his touch.
I would set myself on fire just so that he would keep his hands on me.
But his greed halted, head lifting. His eyes scanned the room.
"Wha—"
"Shh," he ordered softly. "Someone's watching."
I looked over his shoulder, the nearly pitch black hallway toward the stairs. There was nothing there. But even with only half of his demonic power, I trusted his senses.
"Where," I asked worriedly, my arms loosening from around his neck.
"Stop," he ordered. My arms froze in place. "Don't move. Just keep your eyes on me. We have to play a bit of pretend."
Oh goodie. I wasn't at all terrified.
"Okay," I swallowed slowly. "What does that mea—"
He didn't let me finish asking the question before, kissing me hard. I let out a small squeak of surprise at the sudden attack of my lips, but I didn't deny him.
His lips began trailing towards my ear.
"You run when I tell you to run, little witch," he breathed softly. "Get out of the house. Head towards the woods. I called for backup. They'll meet you there."
I nodded.
"What about you," I asked hoarsely. He gave a low chuckle, removing his lips from my neck to look at me. An easy smirk had already been formed. "Don't tell me you're concerned for my safety, little witch."
"I've told you this before. I need you alive until our deal is complete," I said simply, trying to hide the fear clogging my throat.
"You're too kind. Truly," he mused. "I'll be fine. Don't get your slutty little lace panties in a bunch."
