He rests his forehead on mine, his lips grazing mine ever so softly, a breath, minimal break in his anger, but it comes right back.
“Gonna break you, Little London. Rip your fucking heart out and run my talons through the middle. Wanna know why?”
I feel myself treading close, so close to that dangerous cliff of euphoria. My body buzzes as heat rushes through my fingers, right down to my toes. His pelvis hits my clit and I lose it. My body explodes from beneath his grip as little colorful dots dance behind my eyes.
“Because. It’s. Fucking. Mine.” He pulls himself out as my body trembles from the orgasm tearing through me. He yanks me down so hard that I fall on my knees in front of him as he jerks his cock over my face. “Open.”
Shit. My mouth parts as I look up at him from damp lashes and hot cum shoots out onto my face.
Well shit.
With his head tilted back, I slowly rise to my feet, running my finger over my cheek and bringing my eyes to his as I suck my finger into my mouth. “You have the story twisted, lover. It seems I’m the one who lives in your head, not the other way around.”
His hand flies to my jaw again, and I watch as the anger that was just there slowly transforms into a dark smirk. It’s wicked. The kind you’d imagine the devil to give you right after you sign your soul away and he prepares to take his first bite.
He shoves me backward, and I land against the hood of the car. “Now every time I see you, I can picture my cum on your face.”
Then he’s gone. Poof. Disappears into wherever the fuck he came from and there’s nothing but me, this field, and my pink Ferrari.
I shove my clothes back on, wiping the rest of his cum off my cheek with the back of my hand and ignoring the way it sets fire against my flesh. Fuck my life.
I land in the driver’s seat, staring off into the distance. How is it not bothering me that I’m in a completely different world, surrounded by strangers who don’t feel like strangers?
I hate Knight.
I hate that I can’t hate him when he’s naked in front of me with his monster cock in his hands, but I hate him.
I tap the button to start and put the car into reverse. I need to get out of here. Away. As away as I can, anyway.
I remember when I was a little girl, and my uncle took me to a carnival. It wasn’t the traditional kind, it had rides, sure, but it had all kinds of other shit. Like animals that would chase you, people who knew how to make everything homemade, and small kids who could recite books like they’d read them thousands of times over. I thought that was weird.
Next to this? It’s nothing. I sit in the car staring at the empty road in front of me. Completely empty. What is the point of having a damn road if there are no cars, anyway?
People—I think—are walking down the streets, going about their day as normal. The buildings are all large, over-the-top. I can’t see past the little shop in front of me, though. Nestled between two larger buildings, the small castle-like structure is lined with neon purple lights with a sign that reads Majick.
I drive the car into an empty parking spot right in front of the town square, shutting the door behind myself. A chapel is built into the middle of the gardens, only if I squint my eyes and look closer, the cross is upside down. Chills spread over my skin as I bring the key fob against my chest, swallowing past my fears.
He stole me.
Brought me here.
I have to keep believing there is a reason, and that reason needs me alive. I rush across the road and pass the small lantern lights that pave the way through the tiny shops. I stop outside the purple one, staring in through the windows. Someone brushes past me, but I don’t move, unable to look away. My hand comes to the handle and warmth fills my fingertips.
Crap. Okay.
I pull the door open and a rush of warm air washes over me with the sweet scent of burning sage. I let out a deep breath, finally able to relax for the first time since waking here, before stepping inside and allowing the door to close. Little crystals hang from the ceiling, with clouds of smoke drifting around the space. Tarot cards hang on the walls, with small silver paintings lined over the onyx-colored walls. It’s artistic and different, yet I feel completely at home.
“I wondered how long it would take for you to find me,” a voice says from behind me, and my hand pauses an inch away from the dark tektite rock in front of me. Created when an asteroid strikes Earth, I can’t help but feel drawn to the old stone. How did it get here? I know we aren’t on Earth, or at least that’s my understanding of Knight’s not at all helpful “my realm” comment. Do they have crystals the same way we do? Where even are we?
I slowly turn to see where the voice is coming from, when I’m met with a pair of the softest pink eyes I’ve ever seen. She has deep lilac-black hair that flows down to her tiny waist, pale yet flawless skin, and her lips have the perfect cushion that girls back home pay for.
She moves around the room, a slight smirk on her mouth. “I often wonder just how this could happen.”
“How what?” I ask. I didn’t mean for it to come out so soft and gentle, but when the words leave my mouth, I almost choke on them. “How did you know I was coming? What did you mean by that?”
She stifles a slight chuckle. “So many questions. You want answers. I wonder why he hasn’t given you the ones he knows.” She releases the tektite I was about to touch, her eyes now coming to mine. She’s a step away from me, so close that if she wanted me dead, I’d be just that. Dead. “I’m not going to hurt you.” She rolls her eyes, drifting back to where she came from while gesturing to the small leather sofa opposite hers. “Sit.”
She leans against the back, one hand resting over the edge. The corner of her eyes crinkles and I falter. She is stunning. Beautiful. The kind of beauty that can never exist within the human realm. Kind of like Knight and his brothers.
I find myself walking toward the chair, then I slowly lower myself down. “Why do I feel safe here?”
She pinches a lit skinny cigar between her fingers, crossing one leg over the other and making the silk robe she’s wearing slip over her thigh, exposing long, lean legs. She brings the cigarette to her lips and sucks on it gently. I watch as the ember burns on the end before she slowly lowers it back down, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “I guess that’s a valid question, but unfortunately it’s not one that I can answer for you, London from Earth.”
I clear my throat slightly as she offers me the cigar. I shake my head. “I don’t smoke.”
“It’s not filled with the shit you guys smoke over there. Here—” She urges it forward once more. “Try it. You know I’m not going to hurt you.”
I do. And just like the connection with Knight, I can’t understand why I feel that way in the presence of this woman. This woman who, admittedly, looks deadly. No matter how beautiful she is. It’s the kind of beauty you know the devil would use to lure dumb souls like me into the pit of hell without even realizing.
She chuckles lightly. “So sweet.” Pause. “And accurate.”
“How do you know what I’m thinking?”
She searches my eyes, still not letting up on me not taking the smoke. I lean forward and put it between my fingers, watching as the smoke on the end turns purple.