Anastasia straightens, sliding off the bed and grabbing something off the table. She unstoppers a bottle and sucks down a vial full of green liquid. She sets it down and picks up a second ampule.
“We’ll see how you’re feeling after a taste of this.” My eyes drift down to a small glass container of red liquid. I’m not overly familiar with potions and elixirs, so I don’t know what it is. I doubt it’s a truth serum or a laughter potion.
“What did you just take?”
Anastasia opens the bottle in her hand and dips her finger inside. She crawls back over to me, reaching for my mouth.
“You’re fucking kidding me.” I jerk my head away, but she straddles my body. I buck, and she laughs.
“Oh yeah, baby. I’m going to want you to fuck me just like that.”
“You’re revolting,” I snarl. She shoves her finger into my mouth, and I bite down.
“Fuck.” Anastasia yanks her hand away, holding it to her chest. Blood drips down from my bite, and she glares at me. “You’re going to make that up to me.”
“Next time, I’ll take the finger clean off.” There’s a bitter taste in my mouth from whatever potion she shoved in there. I spit and she flinches away. What the hell was that?
Anastasia shrugs. “We’ll see. You might just love me after I get done with you.” She’s still straddling me, and I’ve never been less hard in my life. As if I asked for a strip show, she slowly pulls at the hem of her nightshirt, smears of blood soaking into the white fabric. She lifts it overhead, exposing her completely naked body.
“I just gave you a little something to move things along. You’re a virile man. I doubt you need the help, especially when faced with this.” She drags her hands down her chest and then cups her breasts.
“And what did you take? Need a little something for your dried-up prune of a vagina?”
Anastasia ignores my taunt, her fingers working on the buttons of my shirt, one by one. “That was a fertility potion. Ensuring that your seed will take, and soon I’ll be growing your child.”
I gape at her and then look toward the door. “You’re disgusting.”
“Oh, please. We both know once I grind on your dick, you’ll be begging me to ride you.”
“Do you know what my curse is, you psycho? Even if I could feel touch, yours would repulse me, just as it does now.”
That stops her, her fingers poised on the last button of my shirt. “No matter. That’s what the potion is for anyway.”
Fuck. I have to get out of here. Anastasia shuffles back onto my thighs and runs her hand up my crotch. A frown creases her brow. “Why aren’t you hard?”
“Because you make my dick crawl back inside my body, you fucking rapist.”
I pull at the ties around my wrists. My ankles are tied so tightly I can’t move them at all.
“That’s not possible. The potion–”
“–obviously can’t combat how vile you are.”
Anastasia pouts and flutters her lashes. It’s clear that she’s used to crooking her finger and getting whatever she wants. And if that doesn’t work, she obviously drugs her targets and takes what hasn’t freely been given.
“Roman, don’t be so stubborn. We will make a powerful child. One to rule the next generation of Mystic Hollows.” She lowers her face until it hovers a mere inch over mine. Her breath is sour from the potion she drank, or maybe her rotten insides.
I smile up at her, and she squirms on top of me, obviously thinking I’ve changed my mind. I ram my head into her nose ashard as the short distance allows. Anastasia tumbles off me with a shriek, blood pissing from her nose.
“You bastard.” She looks like a primordial creature, her pale, naked skin covered in smears of blood and a sneer on her face.
She marches back to the bed and rips open the fly of my pants. “Fight all you want. I’m going to get what I deserve.”
42
JOSEPHINE
The hand on my arm yanks, but Pen and Piper both grab my legs and hold tight. My upper body is halfway out of the car. Pain ripples up my hip, where it scrapes against the side of the door. I don’t know why Piper brought us here, but she’s fighting back now. Odie magic is a mystery to me, but neither Pen nor Piper have defensive powers.
