What’s the matter with me is that the woman I betrayed in 1879 has shown up in my life again, and I’m still in love with her but she hates my beautiful, elegant guts.
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The Killer
IWATCH FROM THE SHADOWof the church steeple as Arabella and her friend leave the market. Arabella licks red juices from her fingers. She is as sleek as the night itself in a black dress that hugs every curve of her body. She’s shaved off her long curly hair since I last laid eyes upon her, giving me an exquisite view of her shapely skull.
Her eyes sparkle like twin emeralds, almost as bright as the jewels she stole from me.
Blood flows through my ancient veins, warming my body from the top of my head to my cock, which grows harder than it’s been incenturies.So hard that it’s painful.
I stroke it lovingly, astounded that even with everything broken between us, she can still stir such feelings within me. My dick throbs, the pain exquisite as it pulses through my broken body. After all I’ve endured to arrive at this very moment, I’ve had to learn to love agony. It’s either that or be driven insane by it.
Perhaps I am not entirely sane. After all, I’m standing in a prickly bush beneath the symbol of a fallen god, getting off on the mereglimpseof a woman I once had at my mercy, whileArabella Macquartstrolls around the village as if she owns it. As if she isn’t a liar and a thief.
But my luck is about to change, and so is hers.
Her long neck is bare, the surface of her dark skin shimmering as if dusted with gold. But I can sense the shadow of it on her – the thing she took from me.
The magic is here in Argleton. Even now, it calls to me, humming in my veins.
For decades I believed the collar was lost, but that was a lie spread by her tongue. Without the collar, she wouldn’t be here now, rich and flawless and the owner of a brand-new home in the controversial Sanctus Estate.
You’ve escaped me for centuries, but you can’t hide forever.
You’re mine now.
My bottom lip curls as my dick pulses. Arabella has what belongs to me. She has left me in misery for over one hundred and fifty years. Before I take back what’s rightfully mine, I will enjoy ruining everything she holds dear.
Mine.
The Nevermore Murder Club and Smutty Book Coven Group Chat
Winnie:It’s official. Alaric’s mother just texted me. Baylor has a list of other crimes a mile long, but he has an alibi for Danny and Patrick’s murders.
Mina:Damn, we were right.
Komal:I love being right.
Mina:Usually I do too, but not about this. This means there’s still a vampiric murderer loose in the village.
Beth:Or murderers?
Arabella:I think we can go back to the assumption that both murders were committed by the same person.
Beth:You know what they say about assuming.
Arabella:I do not.
Dora:Something about arses.
Arabella:I DO have a remarkable arse, thank you for noticing.
Maisie:We probably shouldn’t have convicted Baylor in vampire court before we knew this information.
Mina:Probably not, but we must respect the traditions of vampire culture – violent torture and eternal damnation first, ask questions later.
Komal:And he did try to husk Isis. For that, I will dance on his grave.
