Page 25 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

I turned in his arms and brushed my lips against his. “I can’t wait for you to wake me.”

Leaving his embrace, I strolled to my room and stripped down naked. I crawled under the covers on my bed and, hugging my pillow close, I drifted into a meditative state. Memories filled my head as I lay there.

I still relish the look of horror in my parents’ eyes as I knelt on the bed by them with my athame and cut their tongues out. The feel of their warm, sticky blood covering my hands. Such power! I was in control and here it is thirty years later and no one is the wiser.

Detective Moody and his entire department can go over the evidence all they want. They’ll find nothing. Here in Castle Hollow, the darkness is in everyone. People who rave about Mister Graves restaurant have no idea that most of the meat is long pig.

I could feel the smile on my lips thinking of the reincarnated village leader and his taste for human meat. And our church? Abbott Jesus Chavez had a cult following, believing he was the true son of God sent to redeem us all.

And Sheriff Hugh Lincoln? That man had a hair trigger and most of the criminals met their demise at the end of his loaded gun.

Magic purred in the air. I wasn’t the only witch and most of the town knew who they were in past lives. We made no excuse for who we were. Why would we? With safety in numbers, we took care of our own.

Rolling to my back, a vision pushed its way to the front. I looked down at the young girl beneath me and saw hands around her slender throat. I felt them tightening as though they were my hands. As she gasped for air, I watched in lustful excitement. A thin sheen of sweat covered her skin and she let out a soft moan.

“That’s it, moan for me.” Dominick’s guttural voice growled, and he thrust his hips into her harder.

My body wasn’t mine. To be seeing this means the concoction I mixed up for Dominick worked. This was his memory. I rode his emotions and felt each pump of his hips fucking her hard. Her sweet pussy tightening around his thick cock and he tightened his hands in one last squeeze.

“Moan, bitch.” He panted and trembled when her weak moan wheezed out.

His groans filled the room, rasping grunts. as he panted and exploded inside her. His hands loosened as he pushed off from her neck, rolling to the side to catch his breath.

My naughty detective didn’t look back as he rolled from the bed and went to shower. Excitement still running in his veins, he jacked off in the shower, replaying the scene in his head as both piss and cum oozed out of his dick.

Stepping from the bathroom, the whore he fucked hadn’t moved from the bed. He stepped closer and gave her a nudge. When she didn’t respond, he reached down to check for a pulse, and found nothing.

He ran his hand through his thick, wet hair. “Shit.”

He walked around the bed and grabbed his phone.

“I got another one for you.”

A laugh came from the other side. “Again? Damn, brother.”

“Yeah, well. I’ll meet you at the farm.” He disconnected the call and tossed his phone on the bed, then he got dressed and then dressed her.

He carried her out to his car, and set her in as though she slept deeply.

Dom cranked the radio up and sang along, his thumbs drumming against the steering wheel as he drove to a farm two cities over.

My sweet man didn’t break a sweat, nor did he worry.

When he arrived at the farm, a young man who looked similar to him came to the car.

“Gonna pay me?” The younger one winked.

Dom handed him a wad of cash and motioned to the passenger seat with his head. The younger man stuffed the money in his pocket and went around the car and took the dead hooker out, tossing her over his shoulder, and headed towards the barn.

He gave a wave behind him and called out. “The pigs thank you for the treat, Dom.”

A loud clap of thunder pulled me from my dreams and I sat up, looking around my room. My eyes landed on my clock and I smiled. Jon would come up to wake me soon and Ollin Graves would be here to collect fresh meat for the restaurant.

Lightning flashed and illuminated my perfect skin, still firm and youthful at forty-three. My bedroom door opened and my lover walked in.

“That doesn’t look like a nap.” Jon’s eyebrow raised.

“The potion worked.” I bounced up to my knees. “He’s one of us.”

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