I could feel the pentagram on my thigh burning, and power pulsed through my body. I liked it. I didn’t really care if it was black magic or white magic. What were those definitions anyway? I was just Julia. The recent college grad on her first trip overseas. But the question remained: What would I do with this newfound power? Would I use it for good, or for evil? Or both?
Chapter Nine
Victor kissed me on the cheek as we stood next to the Range Rover. Our bags were packed and ready to go.
“Come back any time,” he said. Alexi gave him a cold look before the men embraced and slapped each other’s backs.
We drove back out on the highway passing the little villages that seemed to be stuck in the middle ages and routed back to the sea side. I gazed out the window, watching the blue sea below the cliff face. A pleasure boat broke through the water leaving foaming whitecaps in its wake. I watched foreign gulls dance on the breeze— blown in from the Mediterranean or Indian Ocean.
The golden sunlight reflected on my hair and bounced off my over-sized Gucci sunglasses. I had come a long way from the Julia who stepped off the plane in Venice just a month ago. I was barely recognizable to myself. I wore a long designer maxi dress in mauve and purple my fingernails and toes were perfectly manicured in silver-black. I had two brands and a new tattoo that added to my innate sex magic power, and I had been inducted into an ancient coven of old world witches.
The thought of my parents and their constant meddling now seemed like the antics of flies pestering a spider— the spider being me. I grinned inwardly and watched Alexi drive. His raven curls framed his round Eurasian face. He rubbed his goatee and winked at me, curling his full lips to show gleaming white teeth. My exotic lover, my beloved. I reached my hand over and squeezed his upper thigh. He looked at me as if the protest.
“These roads are rough, my Darling.”
I withdrew my hand and let myself slip into dreams. My body was tired, which I hadn’t realized until just then. All the activity of the last several days had taken its toll. I had gone through an almost complete transformation. I needed rest. I needed to repair. I pulled a travel pillow out of the back seat and leaned it against the window frame. Sleep came through the hypnotic trance of the highway. I was grateful for it as I drifted into blackness.
When I awoke we were closing in on the resort. I must have slept the entire time. Tourists lined the crowded outdoor markets along the coastal drive toward or hotel. We arrived at the resort as the evening sun tilted toward dusk. I wanted nothing more than a long, hot bath and a long, comfortable evening lounging in bed. Porters took our bags and parked our car, and we walked up to our suite. It smelled of fresh linens and flowers. A bouquet decorated the coffee table in the suite’s living room. The porter unloaded our bags, and I went to the bouquet. They were summer garden flowers, sunflowers, daisies, zinnias, irises, poppies. I read the card: “Summer flowers for a summer girl ~ Victor.”
Alexi tipped the porter and closed the door. “Who is that from?”
“Victor.”
“Cheap flowers,” Alexi sniffed.
“I think it is about the sentiment.”
“What do you mean?”
“He says, ‘Summer flowers for a summer girl.’ Apparently, he likes me tan,” I said, laughing.
“Humph. He has eyes for you,” Alexi sounded angry and hurt.
I went to him and put my arms around him, pressing my lips into his full pouting mouth. “I only have eyes for you, my Darling,” I said, imitating his accent. He seemed to find it humorous. He smiled at me, and his eyes twinkled. He lifted me off the floor and carried me to the bed.
There, we touched each other and kissed slowly, gently. We were both tired from the journey. His hand went under my skirt and pulled my g-string down to my ankles. I was tired, spent. All I wanted was a bath and to rest. But Alexi became passionately insistent. He wanted to be inside me, and his insistence created an insistence of my own. We pulled at each other’s clothes. He only got his pants half-way down his legs before he slid his cock inside me.
I clung to him, still in my strapless dress. He pulled it down to reveal my breasts, greedily filling his mouth and flicking my nipples with his tongue. His intensity was savage. He wanted to claim me, make me his own again. He bit down hard in the crook of my neck, as his cock pushed deep inside me. My pussy quaked in orgasm. I let him have me, entwining his body with my legs and arms. I wanted him to know the feeling was mutual. No matter how many people I fucked, he was the man I held above all others. He was my love, the light of my eyes.
“I love you, Alexi” I gasped as he came into me.
“Lyubimaya. I love you, Julia. You are mine and mine alone,” he said kissing my face.
Follow Julia and Alexi in the next episode of Spellbound: Enraptured
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Entranced: Spellbound (Book Three) Page 4
