Page 31 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

On the flip side, the grass seemed greener, many things sprouted taller, and the sun marked the beginning of a new day. I could respect a fabulous storm like last night. The moon glowed in the sky, highlighting the storm’s fierce anger. It set the tone for my ritual and in the end, just as the storm did some damage to the outside, I did a little inside and my skin tightened, any little wrinkles worked themselves out and there was not a gray hair on my head.

I slept gloriously, too. Dom not only had a big dick, that man knew how to use it. The best part lay in knowing he liked it as rough and animalistic as I did. Glancing over my shoulder, I caught sight of the cut from the broken mirror sliding into me while he fucked me up against the wall.

This scar I planned to keep.

Jon cleaned up after the party and I don’t mean just the room. I mean everything. Me. The room. And Dom. He even put the good detective to bed.

I continued picking up the small branches and debris that covered the lawn while I let myself remember Dom’s handsome face. A soft moan escaped my lips. The way his blue eyes lit up seeing us all. It excited him the way it does me. The way it does everyone who belonged in Castle Hollow.

I’ve been up since the sun broke on the horizon, which gave me plenty of time to have a chat with sheriff Lincoln. Turns out there’s been more than one woman of the night who went missing and he smiled when I told him I might know something about that.

Seeing my deviant detective choke a girl and cart her off to a pig farm made me wet. I can’t wait to share that with him. He wasn’t repulsed by my ritual. He loved the feel of my warm bloody hands touching him.

Yes. I think he belongs here in Castle Hollow with the rest of us, where we can live in peace.

A light blue sedan pulled into the driveway and I watched an older man park and exit the vehicle. He gave me a wave as he walked toward me. “Good afternoon, ma’am.”

“Afternoon.” I wiped my forehead with my arm. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m detective Sean Riley and I’m looking for my partner.” His voice was scratchy and his face had worry lines creasing on his forehead.

“Detective Moody was still resting, last I knew.” I smiled and pulled my garden gloves off. “Let’s go inside where you can check on him and I can get you something to drink.”

They must be close for him to drive out here and check on Dom. It never occurred to me he had to check in anywhere or be some place else.

“Thank you.” He motioned for me to go first and I appeased him by going up the steps as he instructed, then I held the door for him to enter the inn.

“I guess it’s my turn to thank you.” He chuckled as he crossed the threshold.

“If we keep this up, we’ll get nowhere except a circle of politeness.” I followed him in and closed the door. “I’m Anna Bishop and this is my inn.”

He stood there stoically and said nothing as I turned away from him. My eyes rolled in my head. I hated when people didn’t respond to what I’d said and I led him to the kitchen. I motioned to the table, and he took the hint by sitting down.

“What can I get you to drink?” I asked, while washing my hands in the sink.

He cleared his throat. “I’d like to see detective Moody first.”

“Of course.” I reached for the towel and turned, smiling at him. “I’ll go get him.”

After leaving the room, I made my way up the stairs to the hallway where his room was located. Taking my time, I strolled up the landing and walked down the hall until I reached room thirteen and gave the door two sharp knocks.

When there was no answer, I knocked again and opened the door to peer inside. The empty, disheveled bed told me he’d awaken. I went all the way in and checked the bathroom, to no avail. My deviant must’ve gone exploring.

Dominick

Before Sean arrived, I made a trip to the secret basement and felt even more confused. The mirrors I remembered around the room weren’t there, there wasn’t a hook to hang someone up in the middle of the room and the chaise loungers where I thought I saw the sheriff and the other old man were missing.

There were no peculiar smells, only the smell of mothballs and a hint of something flowery. No broken glass from where I thought I fucked Anna against the wall. There wasn’t a speck of blood to be found. Everything looked spotless. Gazing around, all I saw were boxes that held old books, knickknacks, and extra hotel supplies. There were even boxes of ingredients for Anna’s boutique.

“What the fuck is going on?” My voice bounced off the boxes, but none of them answered me.

After walking around for a second time, I gave up and went back up the stairs and back to my room. I paced, trying to recount what happened last night. I remembered dinner, nothing out of the ordinary. Then I had a nightcap and kicked back in bed.

I don’t remember when I fell asleep, but I know a loud clap of thunder woke me. I had been dreaming about a small sex party featuring Anna and another woman. Maybe that was all it was. Simply a dream?

My stomach grumbled loudly, and I knew I needed some food, so I made my way to the kitchen and found Sean sitting there.

Why is he here?

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