Odessa popped the lid on the Tupperware bowl knowing what she'd find. William's heart. She took her athame and cut away a sliver, just a tiny morsel. She knew she couldn't afford to lose what was left of him all at once. Then she swallowed the tiny little piece of his heart, chasing it with a shot of Absinthe.
Despite the pain, it had all been worth it to have one more night in Will's arms. If she could do it once, Odessa knew that when the timing was right. When the moon and stars once again aligned in perfect balance. When the Goddess smiled down upon their union. Then she would be able to summon her beloved again.
Until then, she would just have to seek solstice in La Fée Verte.
She raised a crystal goblet of the green liquor in a toast. "My beloved, not even in death do thou part."
THE END
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DESIRE
It was all Billy could do to stand there in the shower letting the scalding water pelt his back. Nothing was gonna wash away the stench of what he had done. Screwing around with his own sister. Loving his sister in a way that was much more than brotherly. Of all the women in the entire world, why did it have to turn out that Lizzie was his sister?
The self-hatred gnawed into his gut, hurting him worse than any physical blow that Paul could have dealt. He was such a damn coward that he had ran away from Lizzie after only last night promising never to leave her again.
Billy just couldn’t do it. He could not go back to that hotel room and tell her he'd never be able to make love to her again. What kind of sick motherfucker wants to marry his own sister?
Minnesota was not going to be enough distance between them. He was going to have to get on the line with Hasegawa and beg the man to let him come back to Japan for good. Maybe if he stayed halfway across the world he would somehow get on with what was left of his life. He was still going to love her, but at least he wouldn’t be tempted to act on it.
God help him, he hated his mother. He hated her for fucking Paul Bryson and he hated her for having him. Hate wasn’t a strong enough word for his feelings towards Paul. Some father he was, letting Pap take him back to that trailer in Texas when Paul could have given him anything in this whole world he could have ever wanted or needed. All without missing a damn cent. As far as Billy was concerned Paul Bryson was his father only in the fact that the man’s sperm had ruined his life.
Lizzie was the only one he couldn’t hate. No matter how hard he tried. Sure it irked him that she had been the child Paul had wanted. The little girl who got it all. She got a sports car and a college degree. He got turned into a grown up before he ever had a chance to be a teenager. Billy loved his job but he knew that with nothing to fall back on he was gonna wind up just like Pap, dead in the middle of the ring with nothing to show for it.
Yeah, he was throwing himself one hell of a pity party. He would have taken a knife and peeled off his own skin if he thought it would mask this horrible pain of losing his Lizzie.
All because Paul fucking Bryson couldn’t keep his famous dick in his pants!
Out of complete frustration, he punched his fist right through the glass shower stall. The pain felt good, real good. Billy looked down at his bleeding hand like it belonged to someone else.
Then he looked up and saw Odessa on the other side of the shattered glass. She just stood there. Frozen like a pinup model in a girly magazine and wearing a little black lacy gown that left next to nothing to his imagination.
He tried to look away, but she had him mesmerized to where all he could do was scan the length of those long legs of hers. No panties. She was a genuine redhead. Perfect little tits with her nipples pressed taunt against the black lace. That creamy pale skin, so white it was almost translucent.
A fucking Goddess of a woman!
A Goddess he wanted to fuck until he could no longer think straight.
He stepped out of the shower and she wrapped a towel around his hand, sinking down in front of him on her knees. Billy couldn’t take his eyes off that hair. Sleek and long, down past her ass in a violent cascade of crimson, as straight and smooth as Lizzie’s hair was curly.
He wanted to bury his face in that hair and breathe in until he suffocated with pleasure.
“I’m sorry about your shower.” Billy somehow managed to make his mouth form words. “I’ll pay to get it fixed.”
“It’s alright, I understand.” She looked up at him with her emerald eyes blazing and once again he saw that tigress ready to pounce.
What she did next shocked the hell out of him. She pulled back the towel and started lapping the blood off his hand, giving him a hard on like nobody’s business. Since he was butt naked there was no hiding the obvious.
By the time she licked every drop of blood off his hand Billy was about ready to explode without her even touching him anywhere else.
He tried to reach for the towel she had tossed aside, but she batted away his good hand.
“You are magnificent,” she said with her eyes on his manhood.
She stood and with a graceful swoop wrapped her arms around his neck. Even in her bare feet she was tall enough for their eyes to lock.
“Billy, will you please take my body to do with as thy will?”
He never had a woman ask for it like that before. Her hand found his hard on and he was a goner. He would have crawled across broken glass to follow her to bed.
Luckily all he had to do was walk across the hallway. Her bed stood up on a platform like some type of an altar with enormous dark wooden bedposts. The only light came from a candelabra mounted to the wall over the carved headboard.
“Let me feed off your pain and sorrow,” she said, pulling the gown over her head to stand before him in all her glorious nakedness. “Let me make you whole again.”
Billy lay back against the down pillows and she sprang on top of him, taking him without any type of foreplay.
“Your cock feels so wonderful.”
That Dess sure had a way with words.
She rode him hard, grinding her hips until he was right on the edge. Then she slowed the pace, leaning backwards, arching her spine to put her breasts on display.
“You keep that up and I ain’t gonna be able to last much longer.”
“Baby, we got the whole night ahead of us. Don’t hold back. I’ll get you hard again as long as you want to keep going.”
“How about forever?”
“Your wish is my command.”
She ran her hands over her breasts, squeezing them together, rubbing her thumbs over her nipples. Rocking her body against his, she bent forward presenting her tits to his mouth like an offering.
Billy suckled on her breasts in devoted worship.
”Harder. I like a man who’s not afraid to bite.”
In that moment he wanted to eat her up. Devour all that beautiful flesh. Take back everything Paul had taken away from him.
She came with an ear splitting scream. Her body convulsing so hard she took him right along for the ride with his own roaring release.
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Message from Jezebel
Dear Readers,
Thank you for purchasing Wicked Desires.
Reviews are appreciated. If you find any formatting errors or typos please let me know at [email protected].
I always enjoy hearing from my readers and appreciate your support.
Jezebel
Other books by Jezebel Jorge
Wanton (A Ring Dreams Snippet)
Desire (A Ring Dreams Retro)
Shattered (A Ring Dreams YA)
Dirty Weekend (A Ring Dreams Novella)
Vexed (Coming Soon)
Hexed (Coming Soon)
Odessa's 50 Shades of Freak
Under My Skin
The Lady is a Tramp
Infinity (An anti-Valenine's Day novella)
About the Author
Jezebel Jorge is
a practicing witch and gifted medium. When she's writing it usually feels like she's merely taking dictation for the voices running amok inside her head.
She currently lives in Nashville, TN with a spoiled rotten Golden Retriever / Great Pyrenees mix named Harry Potter and a mouthy spirit guide with a fondness for snakes who just happens to be named Odessa.
To find out more about Jezebel Jorge, please visit
http://www.witchlitchick.com or http://www.jezebeljorge.com.
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