Chapter Twenty-Two

WARNING: This chapter contains very explicit sexual content (could be classified as erotic), including pictures with full nudity, and strong language.

The cemetery isn’t that far from the house, but it feels like a hundred miles as my feet pound the ground.

When I arrive at last, I barrel into the house and call out for Dominic. I get no answer.

“Dominic!” I shout louder, my pulse banging in my ears. I steal a quick glance at the clock and see that it’s half past midnight.

Oh no. Am I too late?

“Dominic!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Where the fuck is he?!

“Lydia?” I hear him call suddenly. His voice is coming from above. I fly up the stairs and still hear him one level up. I race up to the third level rec room and find him…

...standing up and coming toward me with a frazzled face, but otherwise unharmed.

“Dominic!” I cry as I dash toward him and throw my arms around him. “Thank God you’re all right!”

“I’m fine. Lydia, what’s wrong? Are you all right? How did it go?”

“I did it, Dominic. I stopped her.”

“I knew you could.”

“And it’s after midnight and you’re okay. I made it in time. The curse didn’t take you.”

Dominic holds me close as he gazes into my eyes.

“Thank you,” he tells me sincerely. “You literally saved my life. I don’t know Ebony that well, but I do know that she’s, no offense, a huge bitch. I...”

“You doubted me?”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I’m trying to tell you that I was prepared to die. I didn’t think Ebony would give in so easily.”

“It wasn’t easy. I was so afraid that I would be too late. But I just kept thinking of how I couldn’t imagine living life without you. I refuse to do that. I love you, Dominic.”

“And I love you, too, Lydia. Thank you for keeping me safe.”

I’m overwhelmed with an intense feeling of relief. I must admit, I had my doubts as well. It’s a huge burden lifted off my shoulders knowing that I succeeded in my quest.

But Dominic suddenly cuts into my thoughts with a slight hint of guilt.

“Jesus Christ, Lydia,” he says, “I’m so sorry you had to sacrifice your powers, but I’m even more relieved that you put an end to Ebony’s ability to do shit like that.”

“So am I. Losing my powers is a small price to pay to stop her and to have you.”

Dominic closes the gap between us and clasps my hands in his. “So, you’re not a witch anymore?”

“No, not anymore. But I guess it’s a good thing. I don’t have to worry about hiding anymore.”

“True, but it means I’ve got the upper hand when it comes to power.”

“Oh? Why don’t you put it to use, then?”

“Is that a challenge?”

“No, more like a request.”

“So be it.”

Dominic wastes no time to smother me in kisses, and I eagerly return them, in celebration of the fact that we now have forever to be together. He begins tugging on my hair, transforming into his dominant side. Considering I’ve just exhausted all my power, I’m happy to let him take on that role right now.

As our make-out session intensifies, so do our desires. We migrate behind the desk, once again on the floor. I’m growing moist at the anticipation, of the knowledge that there are no longer any restrictions to keep us apart.

“So, you want me to tell you what I want?” Dominic huffs. I nod as I lick my lips seductively.

“All right, then. Sheila, I want to fuck you with my mouth.”

“Is that so?”

“Oh yeah.”

He quickly whips his shirt off over his head and slips off his pants and boxer briefs. His taut erection is waiting for me, already oozing the first signs of distinct arousal.

I shed my clothes as well and prepare to lean over him, but he surprises me yet again. He pushes me back down on the floor and climbs over me, thrusting his elongated dick in my face.

“Like this?” I ask him, baffled.

“Yeah, just like that, sheila. It’ll go deeper that way.”

Thank God I don’t have a very sensitive gag reflex. I reach around him and grab his perfectly taught ass as I insert his cock into my mouth.

He’s right – it does go deeper. I can tell he enjoys this as his panting increases. His hands dig into the rug as he grits his teeth, sucking in his breath.

“That’s it, sheila,” he moans. “Oh, fuck. Your mouth is like magic.”

I giggle at the analogy. He grins too as he looks down at me.

“Now that’s a hot sight,” he says. “Looking down and seeing you with my cock in your mouth. That’s so fucking hot.”

I suck while he’s staring at me and he lets out a groan.

“You’re playing with fire now,” he says. I suck a little more while he gyrates his hips, moving himself in and out of my mouth considering I can’t bob my head while it’s against the floor.

Then, he suddenly withdraws and instructs me to sit on my knees.

I suspect that he wants me to continue that way, but he surprises me again by positioning himself in front of me on the floor.

“What are you doing?” I ask him questioningly.

“You’ll see. Just be quiet and enjoy this.”

On that last word, he touches his tongue to my most sensitive area.

“Oh my God,” I gasp. This positioning allows fuller access for his tantalizing tongue. He grips the back of my thighs with an iron grip, thwarting my attempts to start thrusting about uncontrollably. It’s just too good. It feels so incredible, so amazing, and yet so intense that I realize I should have established a safe word.

“Dominic, what’s the safe word?” I hiss.

He looks up. “Seriously? You need a safe word?”

“It’s so good.”

“Sheila, I hate to break it to you, but I’ve never had to deal with a safe word before. Plus, I’m the one in control here. So here’s the deal – you cum for me once, really intense, and I’ll stop.”

“I want to cum, Dominic.”

“Say it, sheila. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to make me cum.”

He teases me at first, even moving me to the other end of the carpet as though that will affect the pleasure. At last, he resumes his licking and sucking, covering my entire nether regions with his hungry mouth. I start screaming at the top of my lungs, so loudly that if we had neighbors, they’d think I was in some sort of physical pain.

“Oh God, Dominic, don’t stop!” I squeal. One final lick sends me careening over the cliff of ecstasy. I explode in Dominic’s mouth, and he thirstily laps it up.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” he says, obviously pleased with himself as he reaches up to grasp my breasts.

Then, he reverses his prone position and sets me on top of him.

But he doesn’t have me facing him. Instead, he faces me toward his feet and puts his tongue to work again.

“Fuck!” I gasp. I thought he was done with this teasing cunnilingus. This position allows for an even more intense sensation, especially since my clit is so sensitive.

I decide to pay Dominic back. I’m no stranger to the sixty-nine position, but it’s been a while since I’ve engaged in it. So while he’s swirling his tongue around, I bend down and fuck him with my mouth some more.

I can tell that he enjoys this considering his reaction. He starts moving his hips again, allowing his dick to go further into my mouth, almost to the point of angering my gag reflex.

I find my release once more, and again he laps it up. I start to climb off of him, but he holds me in place.

“I want you on top of me, sheila,” he orders me. “I want you to ride me.”

I start to turn around, but he retains his firm grip.

“No, no. We’re gonna try something different.”

He leaves me in the position where I’m facing his feet. Then, he helps guide his erection inside me.

“Holy shit,” I gasp. This is yet another first for me. I’ve never had sex reverse cowgirl style before. Now I can see what all those women in Cosmo magazine are talking about.

“You like this, don’t you?” Dominic asks as he bounces me up and down.

“Yes.”

“Don’t be afraid. You take control.”

Dominic stops moving. I take the reins, so to speak, and begin moving on my own. He’s still letting me have some control, even though he’s playing the dominant here.

It’s kind of gentlemanly, in a kinky sort of way.

My boobs are bouncing around like two basketballs as I pick up momentum and he matches the rhythm. I can’t believe I’ve gone for twenty-six years without knowing how good sex could feel.

I feel like I’m about to have another earth-shattering orgasm, but Dominic stops and spins me around again. Now I’m facing him and we resume our carnal activities.

Seeing our faces mirroring such pleasure is a turn-on for both of us. It adds to the sensation when Dominic grasps my neck with one hand and holds my legs apart with the other.

It doesn’t take long for me to explode around him once more. He simultaneously finds his release. We call out each other’s names in ecstasy as we collapse even more into the rug.

As I lay there next to Dominic in my post-coital bliss, I realize how truly blessed I am. I had my doubts about many things, but now I know things are going to be fine.

Despite all that I feared and all the shit I’ve endured, I still have a happy ending.

At least, that’s what I think for another month. Because one day, as I’m returning home from grocery shopping, I discover the most traumatizing thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.

And considering what I’ve been through, that’s really saying something.

Chapter Twenty-One

WARNING: This chapter contains strong language and sexual references.

It’s time. The night of the new moon has finally arrived. I have everything I need in the same backpack that I brought to the same graveyard to bring my sister back. Now I’ll be using what’s inside to bring her down.

Funny how things works out.

I survey the area and determine that Ebony hasn’t arrived yet. Surely this is a good sign. Unless she really is performing this ritual somewhere else.

But I can’t imagine where. Hillridge is a big city, and there aren’t many secluded areas around. This would have to be the ideal place for whatever she has in mind.

As if on cue, I hear leaves and twigs crunching under the weight of someone’s shoes. I’m concealed behind a bush, and I see Ebony appear at last. She looks the same as the last time I saw her, but that doesn’t make her any less formidable.

I waste no time. I don’t even want her to have the chance to summon the totem pole. I jump out from behind the bushes, causing her to start.

“What the hell are you doing?!” she demands fiercely.

“I’m putting a stop to this evil,” I declare with vehemence. “Thanks a lot for murdering two guys I hated and having the cops show up because I’m a suspect, by the way. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate that.”

Ebony actually has the impudence to look shocked and innocent. This just makes me even more enraged.

“What are you talking about?” she asks in an irksome tone. “The cops are trying to arrest you?”

“Yes, because you’re framing me for murder now! We both know you killed Abel and Carter. But, according to the cops, I had a falling out with both of them, so I had a motive to kill them. I’m practically under house arrest because they don’t want me leaving town until they clear me.”

“Are you taping this or something? Are you trying to get me to confess?”

I wish I’d have thought of that. But then again, Ebony will undoubtedly say something about her being a witch, so that wouldn’t do me any good anyway. And if she was smart enough to come to this conclusion, she wouldn’t say anything incriminating against herself either.

“No, I’m not,” I retort. “Ebony, this is going to stop. Tonight.”

“What’s going to stop?”

“For one, your innocent act. But I was referring to your reign of terror. I know you killed those guys, but worse than that, you’re planning some fucked up spell to basically wipe out all humans. I found your little bookmark in the grimoire. You’re planning to cast some spell on the night of the blood moon and cast every human into some sort of madness. Then they’ll be subdued enough for you to do God knows what to them.”

“You catch on quick, Lydia. So far my plan’s working like clockwork.”

“What?”

“Seriously? You haven’t figured out yet that I’m smarter than you, and more powerful? I planted that stupid bookmark there for you to find. I wanted you to think I was going to cast that totally pointless rain spell to make you hurry up to stop me. I knew you’d be freaking out because of tonight what with the curse and all, so you’d do anything you could to save your fuck buddy. It’s pretty fortuitous that the spell had an extra step in place that could only happen tonight. That way, you’d have to leave Lover Boy home alone to come here.”

“What are you saying?”

“Duh. Lydia, just like with the fire, I planned this whole thing. You’re away from Dominic now, and I was waiting for you to show up here to sacrifice your powers for him, because I knew you’d be so weak and feeble-minded to do just that. I didn’t plan on you getting here before me, but that’s just a tiny flaw in my otherwise perfect plan.”

I extend my arm and hurl a flurry of black sparkles in her direction. She goes flying and lands on her perfectly petite ass.

This seems to surprise Ebony, but not enough for her to waiver. She stands right back up and looks arrogantly smug.

“Is that the best you’ve got? I figured that dark magic would have consumed you completely by now.”

“It won’t get me that easily, because my soul isn’t a corrupted piece of shit like yours.”

“Ooo, that stings. I should get the ointment because I just got burned.”

“Quit joking around. I’m not here to play.”

“No, you’re here to try to kill me or something to save your pathetic boyfriend. Who, FYI, is only using you. Hell, I can’t believe he’s still even with you considering he knows all about you.”

“You planned that out, too. You planned everything out! I went through hell for you to bring you back, and you’ve just turned my life upside down this whole time!”

“It didn’t have to be that way. If you weren’t so stubborn about that Aussie, if you had just listened to me, we wouldn’t even be in this mess. But oh, no. You had to listen to the wrong head. I thought only guys made that mistake.”

“Shut up!”

As I shriek at my sister, lightning cracks across the sky. That’s not a good sign.

“Bravo,” Ebony says in response to the lightning flash. “Looks like your magic is getting darker by the minute. I guess the new moon might cause that, too. Or maybe it’s just the curse.”

“Maybe it’s just you. I can’t believe this, Ebony. We were best friends as kids, I went through hell to bring you back, and now I find out that you’re evil.”

“Evil is a little harsh, but whatever.”

“I just don’t get what you’re trying to do. What are you even trying to accomplish? You can’t just get rid of all humans!”

“No, and I don’t want to. I just think it’s time for us to stop living in hiding. Don’t you get tired of that, Lydia? You can’t even truly be yourself without some sort of consequence. I don’t want to kill all humans. I want to destroy the curse, and I want humans to know that witches exist.”

This is news to me. I agree with her about the curse and removing it, but it doesn’t justify the consequences that all witches would face. History would repeat itself like in the Salem witch trials.

“Oh, and by the way,” she continues, “I never once said I wanted to annihilate all humans. You came up with that fucked up story on your own.”

I try to think back to when Ebony first revealed her true intentions to me. Unfortunately, I think she’s telling the truth. I remember referring to her as Sarafine from Beautiful Creatures, but that’s about it. And her only reaction to that accusation was to assert that she was hotter than the fictional character.

Still, the exposure she’s planning would be at too high a price.

“That’s what you think,” Ebony chastises. “Lydia, times are different now. People will accept us. And if they don’t, we can just change their minds by turning them into frogs or something.”

“You’re crazy. And I won’t let you do this. And I’m not losing Dominic, either. Ebony, I didn’t just come here because you apparently set a trap for me, though I don’t know why.”

“Oh, that? Yeah I did that so you’d be away from Dominic tonight. You’re still my sister and I didn’t think you’d want to see him die.”

“He won’t die. I won’t let the curse take him.”

“The curse may not be your biggest problem. I don’t think he’s any good for you, Lydia. Mark my words, he’ll hurt you, just like he did when he was banging me.”

“Fuck you!”

I’ve had enough. I lunge for my sister, momentarily catching her off-guard, as I yank strands of her dark hair out of her bitchy, disturbed head as I start to drag her toward my backpack, not unlike what she did to me at Dominic’s house so recently.

“Let me go you bitch!” she screams. As if I’d be that stupid. Plus I’m starting to feel a sense of deja vu considering I had the same reaction when she pulled mercilessly at my hair.

“Ebony, I told you that I came here for a reason, and that’s to stop you.”

“What are you gonna do? Kill me? Your magic will be completely corrupted then, and I bet you won’t even recognize yourself. Besides, you don’t have the guts to kill your own sister.”

“Bullshit. I could easily kill you if I wanted to. But I have something better in mind.”

As my sister squirms and attempts to escape from my grasp, I extract the knife from my backpack.

“You just said you weren’t gonna kill me,” she states firmly. I look at her and say, “I’m not going to kill you.”

Then, I take out the bloodstone skull. Upon seeing it and realizing my intentions, Ebony raises her hand and shoots a shard of ice directly into my thigh. I wince at the pain and release my grip on her hair. She stands up and goes into a battle stance.

“You want to strip me of my powers?” she demands hotly. “I’d like to see you try.”

“Careful what you wish for.”

And now the real battle begins.

The fireballs, ice shards, sparkles, and smokes fly, along with incantations and even more cracks of lightning and some thunder rumbles. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again – the sibling rivalry between me and Ebony is never pretty, and it’s never miniscule.

The battle is so heated that we both levitate off the ground, which only happens when a witch is practically exhausting herself spiritually and her powers are in full force.

It seems like hours that we stand there, hurtling spells at each other, when I realize that time is running out. I dodge another attack as I grab the knife once more. Then, I start for my sister, dodging more attacks along the way.

By sheer willpower and determination, I cross the distance between us. Ebony may be stronger spiritually, but I’m stronger physically. I grip the back of her head and hold the knife to her throat.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Ebony growls as the metallic object glints in the dim light provided by nothing more than stars.

“Oh, I would,” I reply, “but I won’t. Because killing you would be too easy, plus it would just make my life an even bigger mess.”

“I’d rather die.”

“Then that’s what you won’t get.”

“You bitch.”

“You’re one letter off.”

I drag Ebony toward the bloodstone, but she fights me the whole way. She even sends more icy daggers my way, but it’s like I’m immune to them. I don’t even notice them, I’m so focused on the task at hand.

Maybe it’s because of the whole good versus evil thing. Maybe Dominic’s right in that regard.

Ebony claws at my arm, bites my hand, and spits incantations at me, but still I don’t halt. I proceed to my destination, until at last I make it.

Now for the fun part. I have to draw blood from her and it has to fall onto the skull. But she manages to break away just as I’m about to pierce her palm.

“Get over here!” I demand, the skull now in my hand. Ebony just starts another spell.

“Enough!” I holler. I jump toward her and manage to pin her down and set the skull beside her. As she struggles against me, she actually does the work for me. In her attempts to break free, her forearm comes into contact with the sharp knife. She screams and writhes in agony as the blood makes its appearance.

But it’s not going onto the skull, and I still have to cast a spell. I glance up at the sky. It must be nearing midnight. At that point, I’ll have failed my quest.

Time to stop dicking around. It’s time to get serious.

I grab Ebony’s arm and twist it, hard enough to dislocate it, if not break it. I hold it over the skull and prepare to begin the recitation.

“No!” she protests. Whatever spell she was casting has fizzled out, but she begins another one. It’s getting old fast. And when I hear the words to this particular incantation, I know I have to hurry – this was one of the other evil spells in the grimoire, one that could harm Dominic worse than death. It could paralyze him, make him go blind, or whatever the castor wishes. And I won’t allow that to happen, just as I won’t allow the curse to take him.

“Shut up you fucking bitch!” I shriek as I send my fist into the back of Ebony’s skull as hard as I can. This halts her words, thus causing the spell to fail. I squeeze her arm and let more blood flow as I begin the chant. Ebony protests again, but I ignore her. As the last word escapes my lips, a strange aura surrounds Ebony. It’s as black as the magic that’s been coming from my fingers lately, and it ravels my sister hungrily before changing into a myriad of other colors.

My own body begins to glow with an odd radiance, and so does the skull. Although its glow is more ominous.

The lights grow brighter until at last, in one brilliant flash, they vanish. The crystal skull is staring at me with its maniacal grin, and I see Ebony trying to cast more spells but failing.

I dive for the skull and snatch it up before she can. It wouldn’t do her any good even if she did have it; only the witch who seals another witch’s powers may unseal them.

And, if all went according to plan, that will be impossible.

I attempt to cast a spell, but nothing happens. I hold out my hands and try to summon an apple, but to no avail. Not even a spark.

It means that the spell worked. I have sacrificed my powers, and in turn, have sealed Ebony’s away. And there’s no way she’ll be able to get them back.

“I’ll never forgive you for this!” she snaps at me. Then she stalks toward me and backhands me hard across the face.

The pain stings, but not as badly as the fact that my sister has officially disowned me. I can tell that by the threats she’s spouting off now. And yet, I don’t care. This girl isn’t my little sister anymore. Not the one I remember. We’re better off apart.

“I hate your guts, Lydia! Everything I did, I did for you! And this is how you repay me?! I hope you choke to death on that Aussie’s dick and burn in hell! Fuck you!”

I ignore her tirade, because I realize that I have to get back to the house. Ebony’s final spell should have fizzled out,but with tonight being the new moon…it’s imperative that I return to Dominic.

I don’t listen to the rest of Ebony’s temper tantrum. I just grab the skull, stash it in my pocket, and take off running, forgetting about my backpack. I hope I’m not too late.

Chapter Twenty

WARNING: This chapter contains strong language and graphic sexual content with nudity/pictures.

I know where Ebony will be. It makes perfect sense. She knows me, but I know her just as well.

To perform a spell like this, even if she’s eventually going for exposure, she’ll need a secluded, abandoned area. And I inadvertently showed her just the place when I brought her back.

She’s going to be at the old cemetery that I brought her back in. And that’s where I’ll go. Fortunately, this spell also requires one preliminary step during the night of the new moon, which is imminent. That will be my trophy card. I’ll have to stop her on that very night. Timing will be of the essence, but there’s nothing else I can do.

I’ve been going to that abandoned cemetery for the past several days. But so far I’ve had zero luck. She hasn’t been there. I feel like a private investigator, or a stalker, staking out the place. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe she’ll be somewhere else.

Sadly, I’m about to give up hope, because tomorrow night is when the new moon will make its appearance. Or, to be more literal, it won’t make any appearance. The sky will be dark tomorrow night, and that’s when the inevitable will happen. It’s when the curse will take hold of Dominic and take him from me.

It’s a terrible thought to cross through my mind. I can’t let this happen. I know where Ebony will be tomorrow night, but the timing sucks. If I don’t execute this plan flawlessly, everything will be fucked up forever.

“Can’t you just drop a house on her?” Dominic asks me.

“I wish it were that simple.”

“Lydia, you can do this,” he tries to reassure me. I think he’s started to realize that I might actually have a chance at stopping my little sister, so he’s even become more optimistic.

Which will make the situation even worse if I fail.

“I’m just so afraid, Dominic,” I break down. I don’t like to show weakness. It’s not becoming to me. But I can’t help it. I guess I’ve been underestimating the severity of this whole ordeal until now. I’ve been telling myself that everything will be fine, that I’ll beat this curse and my sister, and that Dominic won’t be harmed at all.

But have I been living in a false sense of reality all this time? Am I truly that deluded?

“Of course you’re afraid,” Dominic tries to reassure me. “You have a lot at stake here.”

“Dominic, that doesn’t help.”

“Sorry. Look, whatever happens, just know that I love you. Okay? Fuck this other bullshit. Fuck this witchcraft crap. Just focus on the good stuff.”

“If this doesn’t work, there won’t be any good stuff left.”

Dominic grasps my shoulders, bringing part of his dominant nature to the surface as he stares me in the eyes.

“Don’t think like that,” he commands. “If you think something bad will happen, then it will. So stop worrying about it. Do what you can and give it your best shot. That’s all anyone can do for whatever they’re trying to accomplish.”

I know he’s right. I know the incantation by heart, I have the bloodstone, and more than that, I have the determination. And I have the power. Ebony’s magic is evil, but if my powers are equally as dark, then maybe I have an even better shot at bringing her down.

“I’ll do this,” I say with renewed determination. “I won’t let her win. There’s no way in hell I’ll give her the satisfaction.”

“That’s the attitude I like to see, sheila.”

“Thanks, Dominic. For everything. For sticking by me after finding out what I am, for being so supportive, not to mention when you helped me with Abel.”

“Hey, I always stick by my girl.”

“I wasn’t your girl then.”

“No, but I always hoped you would be.”

With that, Dominic sweeps me into his arms and plants a kiss on my lips.

I eagerly return the kiss, savoring the delectable taste. I also savor every touch Dominic gives me, which begins as passionate and turns to erotic.

Before I know it, we’re back in the bed. Dominic hovers above me, his expression one of pure arousal.

I hold onto his shoulders as I return his gaze. He leans down and kisses me again, and I can feel him pitching a tent through his pants. We shed our clothes and gaze tenderly at each other once more in nothing but our underwear, his hands interlacing with mine, sliding slightly down the bed.

“I love you, sheila,” Dominic utters to me as he suckles against my neck. “Forever.”

“Forever,” I whisper back.

“And I really mean that,” he says, suddenly solemn. “I don’t want us to be just this anymore. I don’t want us to be just boyfriend and girlfriend and bang. I want us to be life partners.”

“Dominic, are you…?”

“Lydia, I want you to be my wife.”

I nearly topple off the bed.

Is he seriously proposing to me? In the sack? Where we’re half-naked? When he may die tomorrow?

And I thought I’d heard everything.

“Should I maybe not have said that?” he asks.

“No, it’s just…it surprised me, that’s all.”

“Well, you know I’m direct. So what do you say?”

“I say…I love you, Dominic. But that’s a big decision, and it’s not one I can make right now.”

“Not while we’re in bed together.”

“Not under these circumstances. Not with all the shit that’s going on.”

“If I die tomorrow, I’d like to at least know what your answer would be.”

“Damn it, you aren’t going to die!”

The lights flicker angrily as I push myself off the bed. I’m tired of hearing him talk like that. I was just starting to see the silver lining in this gray cloud, and he has to cover it up again with his pessimism. One minute he’s sanguine, the next he’s the opposite. His mood swings are starting to give me a whiplash.

“I’m sorry,” Dominic says as he comes up behind me, spins me around and cups my chin. “I guess I shouldn’t have even asked.”

“That’s not it. Please, just…don’t talk about dying anymore. And let me deal with my sister before I do anything else.”

“Fair enough. But right now, I’ve got something I need to take care of.”

“What?”

“I need to finish ravishing you.”

With that, he pushes me against the wall and smacks his mouth against mine once more.

I greedily kiss him back and reach down to grab his throbbing member, pleased that it didn’t go flaccid at my outburst. He groans against my mouth as he picks me up and carries me over to the bed. He tosses me down on it and hungrily strips me of what little clothing I have left.

We’re done beating around the bush. Our foreplay lately has been a heavy make-out session. Now, Dominic removes his own underwear and enters me while I’m lying supine on the side of the bed. Another new position. This guy never runs out of ways to surprise me.

“Oh my God,” I moan in ecstasy. “That feels so good.”

“You’ve missed this, haven’t you, sheila?”

“So much.”

“How much?”

“A lot.”

“Tell me, Lydia. Tell me how much you’ve missed my huge cock inside you.”

“I’ve missed it, Dominic. I love having you inside me. Now please, put that big bad boy to use!”

“How do you want it this time?”

“I think slow and passionate is great, but I need it rough right now.”

“Your wish is my command.”

He thrusts deep inside me, burying himself in so far that it feels like I might tear apart. I scream, begging him to go faster, yet at the same time wishing he would stop. It’s a mix of pain and pleasure, a lethal combination.

“Cum for me, sheila,” Dominic grunts as his balls slap noisily against my butt cheeks due to his relentless pummeling. Something about him commanding it in that sexy accent, especially with his huge cock buried inside me, always sends me over the edge. I let go, a wave of pleasure crashing over me as I feel my release.

But Dominic isn’t finished yet. He positions me fully on the bed now and resumes his earlier position on top of me. He spreads my legs wide and enters me again.

“Jesus Christ,” I pant as I grasp the duvet. It’s been so long since we’ve been this erotic. I’ve honestly missed it. This man can give me pleasure in any way that I need it – slow and sensual or rough and exotic. But that’s not the only thing he’s good at. He’s a good person and a perfect gentleman. He’s the epiphany of perfection.

And I refuse to lose him.

“Don’t stop,” I beg, as much for what he’s doing to me as for his loving me. I can’t even begin to imagine life without this man. Now, more than ever, I’m determined to stop my sister.

“Fuck,” Dominic grits his teeth as he lifts one of my legs even higher and also reaches his climax.

We’re both gasping for breath as we wrap our arms around each other in a cocoon of post-coital passion. Even with my sister hanging in the balance, plus the cops undoubtedly still trying to pin two murders on me, I know without a doubt what I want. I do have an answer for Dominic.

“Dominic,” I say to him. “I’ve made a decision.”

“And what would that be?”

I turn to face him. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, I’ll marry you. I’ll be your wife.”

Dominic leans over and touches his finger to my check.

“You’ve just made me the happiest man in the world.”

“And you’ve made me the happiest, and luckiest, woman in the world. No, not woman. Person.”

“I don’t know about that.”

“I do.”

Dominic smiles as he wraps his arms around me. I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt so content, so peaceful. I only hope the feeling lasts.