I send her a quick wave before grabbing the door, the bell jingling above me, signaling my exit.
The walk home is a quick one, that’s why I had originally picked The Potion Press. That and I refuse to spend my money at those big-name corporations that take advantage of their workers. Support small businesses, or whatever they say.
Look, just because I’m a man, doesn’t mean I can’t be progressive.
Once I’m home again, I head to my room and boot up my computer. I waste no time finding outeverything humanly possible about my gorgeous nightmare.
She grew up in foster care, her parents are unknown, and it seemed like she got passed around a lot, never finding a forever home. I don’t know much about the system, but from what I’ve heard, I can’t imagine she had an easy time.
From what I can see, she also never went to college. Only high school, working odd jobs here and there until she graduated and ended up getting her own apartment shortly after.
It’s surprising the things people share about themselves on social media. It only took me about two hours to find everything I needed, including her phone number.
Once it’s saved in my phone, I shoot off a quick text to her letting her know she’s forever stuck in my web now.
CHAPTER 16
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Letting out a sigh, I come out of my trance. I only carry enough power to watch her for a short time.
My Aisling.
God's demons have been busy destroying all of my children, the ones I worked so hard to bring to life. But they haven’t found her.
She’s been hiding in the shadows, avoiding monsters her world couldn’t even begin to fathom. Going about her life unknowingly, completely oblivious of the power that runs deep within her veins.
I’ve spent my life trying to find the perfect underling. A soul dark enough, hurt enough, to take my place onceHefigures out how to banish me for good. You see, men don’t like me much.
I’m like a parasite, finding my way under their skin. It begins in their dreams. I come to them, the perfect vision of beauty, of power, of desire. Then I make a home there in their mind. Taking more and more of them every night.
They become addicted, feral even. It’s quite entertaining, really. You wouldn’t believe the number of men that I’ve brought to their death, the last words they utter being “Thank you, goddess.” It makes me ravenous just thinking about it.
I release a soft sigh, the memories of each soul I’ve brought to its demise awakening a heat between my legs.
Lying my head back on the velvet sofa, I let my fingers roam down my neck. I focus on the feeling of them, my sharp claws delicately scratching down to my breasts.
Bringing my other hand to the top of my corset, I reach underneath the boning, sliding my breasts free.
“Velora, come,” I order, my words cutting through the silence.
The sound of a large door opening follows moments after, small steps bringing my attention to the spot in front of me.
“You called for me, mistress?” She questions, stepping in front of the fire’s warm glow.
My eyes roam her body, taking in her light skin, almost every inch covered in dark ink with small pops of a bluish glow bringing attention to the details.
I continue to palm my large breasts, my fingers teasing and circling until my nipples harden into tight, aching peaks. She’s still too far away.
“I saidcome,” I snap, causing her to rush to my side.
“I-I’m sorry, mistress. I-”
“Mouth,” I interrupt her, pushing my tits together.
An invitation and an order. She doesn’t hesitate before latching her mouth onto my nipple, sucking and nibbling feverishly.
I let out a soft moan, bringing my hands to my thighs and gathering my dress into my palms. I push my hips up slightly, pulling the fabric over my ass. Velora is still ravishing my breasts, moving between the two, licking and sucking like it’s her last meal.
