The scent of vanilla and sage hangs in the air, mingling with the musty perfume of old paper and leather bindings.
"Kiana Marie Greenwood, a witch who can't defend herself, is no witch at all. Don't cry over the mess; make the mess-maker cry."
I’m going to make him regret cheating on me. I’ll make him obsessed with me. He won’t be able to live without me.
"Blood calls to blood," I chant, my voice growing stronger with each word. "Desire burns like fire. Let him thirst for me alone, let his want never tire." I drop the hair into the mixture, watching it curl and dissolve. The potion hisses, sending up a plume of iridescent smoke that smells like sex and cinnamon.
Gideon is all old-world charm and authority, a hot Daddy who can make a girl’s panties wet with need. He’s a man, unlike his immature son, and right now, I could use more of those.
My thoughts have become increasingly obscene, filled with images of her curvy body beneath mine, her soft thighs spread wide as I drive into her welcoming heat.
"You’ll find the one meant for you, babygirl.” She stiffens at my use of the word, and my cock reacts. I don’t know why I called her that, but the words feel delicious on my tongue. My body warms up, wanting her to be my babygirl. Mine to protect, mine to pleasure, mine to own.
"I've wanted you all day, babygirl. Since the moment you walked into my home, I’ve wanted nothing more than to sink my cock into your pussy and make you forget all about my son.”
"Your tits are so beautiful," I praise, squeezing harder, taking more from her body. I push my other hand under her top too, cupping both her breasts at once and squeezing and playing with them. "So full and perfect in Daddy's hands. You have no idea how hot you are, little witch."
"Fuck, baby, look how that pretty little pussy is dripping like a faucet for your Vampire Daddy."










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