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“Pourquoi?” Anaïs asks.
“He’s jealous,” Willow answers loudly through the music, “because your fiancé has what in English we calldick-sucking li—”
I drag her away from the drunken French idiots before she can finish her sentence.
By the time Ifind Sophie and Evan in their kitchen, I’m practically carrying a drunk, laughing Willow in my arms. In the kitchen, Sophie sits perched on the edge of a smooth black kitchen counter, and Evan stands in front of her, kissing her from under the wide brim of her witch hat like he’s kissing her for the last time, his hips practically humping the counter.
I kick him hard in the leg, and he pulls away from Sophie with an expression like that of a surprised dog.
“What the fuck, man?” he says when he sees me.
“Thanks for the invite, fucker.”
He shrugs. “Not my fault Sophie hates you. And anyway, Will said you don’t like Halloween.”
Will? I could fucking punch him, if Sophie Sutton wasn’t currently biting into her bottom lip and tugging at his gold belt like there’s something really delicious waiting for her between Evan’s legs. I throw them both a look of disgust.
“You two make my blood run cold. For fuck’s sake, get a fucking room.”
“Weshould get a room,” Willow says, sucking on my earlobe with a sultry laugh. “These two are getting me in the mood. C’mon, Luca. Need younow.”
I don’t need any more motivation to leave this partyI wasn’t even invited to. Sweeping Willow into my arms, I carry her all the way to my private cab, where I half-toss her onto the seats. We don’t even make it down the block before Willow is pulling at my shirt buttons and unzipping my trousers. She straddles me and sucks on my tongue while she sits herself down on my dick, which is frustratingly hard—as it always seems to be around her.
She bounces up and down on me with enthusiasm, moaning shamelessly when I pull her witchy tits out of her witchy dress to bite down on her nipples. When she’s about to come, I grab her face and force her to look at me.
“Body shots, Lynch?”
“Shoulda come, then,” she rasps. “Boring bastard.”
“I wasn’t invited.”
She smirks and grinds herself against my cock. “I had a plus one.”
“You poisonous littleshit.”
“Mm-hm, I know. I’ve been so, sobad. Are you going to punish me, Luca?”
I know I’m about to come, and I don’t want to reward her behaviour, but Willow is drunk and laughing and wicked anddressed like a slutty fucking witch, and she looks happy, which is, unexpectedly, one hell of a fucking aphrodisiac.
“I’m going to punish you for the rest of your life,” I sigh, head rolling back against the headrest as Willow bounces herself up and down on top of my cock, and I come too fast, too hard, frustrated it’s already done even as I’m coming, and I pin her down onto my cock as I ride the waves of my orgasm.
And when I’m done, Willow leans down, taking my face in her hands, fingernails digging into my cheek, and she kisses my mouth delicately.
“Good boy,” she murmurs, almost affectionately. “Happy Halloween, Satan.”
“Happy Halloween, nightshade.”
