Page 1 of Tempt Me

One

Fate: The development of events beyond a person’s control, regarded as determined by a supernatural power.

The supernatural could kiss my fucking ass because that otherworldly force had truly fucked me.

The wetness from the damp grass of the graveyard snuck through the sleeves of my shirt as I rolled to stare at the black marble of a woman holding a child. Running my fingertips over the smooth grave site, I sighed.

My Xeny Bug should be here with me.

Not…in the ground.

“Hey, kid. It’s been an entire year without you. I hope your mom is keeping you warm. Your old dad is starting his job tomorrow. Your uncles basically told me to get off my wallowing ass and be useful with my ‘freedom.’ ”

Snagging the sunflower I brought with me, I began ripping off the petals.

“Nothing feels free without you. I guess freedom is subjective because I feel more caged than ever. There are no leads on who killed you. Despite how often I’ve been stalking Quinn, he says the monster who hurt you, who took you from me, is simply gone. I won’t take that, Xenia. I will find that monster, and I will rip them apart. Going back to the Asylum doesn’t matter. I don’t belong here. Maybe I never did.”

Opening my hand, I let gravity do its job, the petals falling down and laying to rest with my daughter and late wife. I closed my eyes, settling beside their grave. Breathing in the fresh air and taking a moment to gather my senses, I tried to find sleep.

The annoying sound of clapping disturbed my attempt, and the crescendo of fake moaning carried over to me with the wind. Rolling my eyes, I draped my arms over them. Those idiot teenagers were at it again. Why didn’t they go fuck in a park or at their parent’s place like normal people? But no…they constantly had to disrespect the dead by banging in the cemetery.

“For fuck’s sake,” I mumbled, rolling over and trying to cover my ears and the sound of their slapping skin.

A little blonde captured my attention. Her hair was like strawberries and lemons. It was the most interesting color I had ever seen. She looked enraged. Stomping around in her high-heeled shoes and cursing, I almost chuckled when the heels sunk into the soggy ground. She wore a tight black skirt that reminded me of business attire and a black blouse that teased at what I figured was a pair of nice tits.

“Excuse me, you horny fuckwits…” she hollered over to the couple, who raised their head from their fornicating long enough to laugh at her and then continued their activity.

“Oh, okay. That’s how you wanna play this?”

I turned my body, making sure to stay unseen by anyone, as I spied on the strawberry-haired girl stomping over to the couple, some black box-looking thing dangling from her neck.

“Smile, Bitches! This is going on the front page of the university’s paper!” The sound of an old-fashioned camera clicked, and the picture of the disgruntled couple popped out of the bottom.

“You wouldn’t! Why are you such a bitch, rich girl?” The girl scrambled away from the guy, grabbing her clothes and haphazardly putting them on.

The fiery, high-heeled woman smiled deadly sweet. “It’s a gift. Now kindly, won’t you fuck off with your deflated tits and his micro penis, please?”

I snorted as the guy covered his dick and shuffled to his feet, grabbing his clothes and urging his girl to leave.

As the couple departed, the ‘strawberry-blonde’ hottie glanced at the picture, grimacing. “Ugh."

She shredded the picture with her slender fingers, stuffed the remains into her pocket, and dusted off her skirt. She was on the move now, heading straight for me, but I was comfy lying on the grass.

Three…two…

“Ouch!” popped out of my mouth. Oof…Her foot smashing into my side hurt more than I expected. “Whoa, steady now.”

We were on a slope, her shoes testing her balance. Gravity won, and she fell straight on top of me.

“Do you often kick a man who’s down, darling?”

Her eyes were wide, her light green irises framed by thick ass black eyelashes as she stared at me, a look of shock plastered on her face.

“Wha—? Where the hell did you come from?”

I gave her my half smile. “My mother. Sex. Ya’ know, fucking. Want a demonstration?”

The woman blinked in surprise, her slender curves warming my body. She seemed to snap out of it as she pushed off my chest and smacked the ever-loving shit out of me. My cheek throbbed as the burn spread across it. The pain felt good, warming my body. I’d been too cold lately.

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