A few months later…"Are you sure about this?"I turned away from the bathroom mirror, the curling iron still wrapped around a section of my hair. Zaine leaned against the doorway, watching me with a frown on his face. I hated him looking so glum like that, especially with where we were going tonight."It won't be that bad." Trying to reassure him as best as I can.He crossed his arms over his chest, not answering me back. Turning back around, I dropped the curl and let it bounce before spraying it with product to keep it tightly wound. I could feel Zaine tracking my every move, the soft pulses of his desire for me rang through the bathroom. It flattered me in a way that was hard to describe accurately. He'd been respectful of my time today, knowing I'd set aside a certain amount of time for myself to get ready for tonight's dinner and that derailing those plans by seducing me into bed would piss me off as soon as I came to.I'm sure he'd be able to sw
Gabriel's POVThe newspaper was strewn out on the table before me as I sipped my morning coffee. My glasses sat at the base of my nose. Nothing very exciting. Seemed to be a dry season within stories. Perhaps that was a good thing to some people, but in the world of investigative journaling, it meant missing out on a good paycheck. My phone was always on the table next to me, face up, just in case one of my contacts sent me a tip. My wife, Lucy, and I were freelancers. New to the game, waiting for one big story to come tumbling into our laps.I graduated a few years before her before getting eaten alive at a newspaper press. I wanted to find my own stories. Write what I wanted to write, but all they used me for was getting coffee and lunch. For two years. They never assigned me anything. Always the person next to me.Lucy was the one that told me to leave. Said we'd find our own stories. And we did—a few here and there, but nothing big enough to get our names out there. But we w
Lucy's POVI never liked flying, but the excitement of going someplace new completely overrode my fear of airplanes. I was absolutely elated by the new adventure laid out in front of me. While Gabriel grew up flying all over the world, I rarely stepped foot on a plane.He slept next to me the whole flight, not even jostling when we hit an especially rough section of turbulence. Adrenaline fired through my system, and I wouldn't have been able to sleep if I tried. Gabe could tell I was nervous and left his hand on my lap to squeeze whenever I wanted. After we landed in London, around 4 AM, we had quite the endeavor trying to get to Northpass. Bus to cab to bus to cab. Gabriel was useless without his coffee in the morning, but thankfully, he laid the itinerary out for us before we left. The last cab driver took us over the rolling hills where I could just barely see a little clock tower. My reception started to get a little spotty as we got closer. But I didn't care, absorbed i
Gabriel's POVWe dropped our luggage off at the bed and breakfast I booked, and the host was more than accommodating when she took it off our hands and told us to enjoy the small town. Lucy wanted to stop by the fishmonger. I wasn't sure why she wanted to stop there considering how much she hated fish, but then I saw an older teary-eyed woman handling the fish. A picture of her and a man hanging on the cluttered walls. James and Patricia. Fishmonger has been open since 1932. But the photos on the walls, I'd say James took over after his father, who inherited it from his father. A family endeavor like everything in this town seemed.Patricia apologized, saying that they didn't have anything fresh today. Lucy took point. Her empathetic nature made her perfect for handling situations with gentle hands. Yes, she was always full of energy, but she was also the sweetest woman I'd ever met. From the moment I met her, I knew she was the one for me. I observed, and she absorbed.
Lucy's POVGabriel's hand pressed over my mouth, muffling my cries as he pinned me against the wall. I couldn't help it. I cried out with every pump of his hips, fucking me harder and deeper against the wall of the shower. I whimpered his name over and over into his palm.The water had gone from hot to room temperature, but I wasn't cold at all. I released a few muffled sobs, eyes rolling to the back of my head. I wriggled, seeking more pressure, but I couldn't move. He dominated my body completely, controlling my pleasure exactly how I liked it. "Shh, baby," he whispered against my ear, very aware of how I writhed against him. He groaned as I clenched around him, wordlessly begging him to let go and take me with him. His groan turned into something like a growl, his other hand slipping between my legs to stroke the needy swollen bundle of nerves. I nearly screamed, thrashing at the sensation. "I need you to come, Lucy. Right now." He made a deep anguished noise in his thr
Gabriel's POVI didn't like how Vivianna looked at Lucy. Like Lucy was a sweet dessert to cap off a satisfying meal. The entire time I had to resist pulling my wife over my lap to make a point. I noticed how Lucy's cheeks flushed, her body tightening at the attention. The confusion muddled her mossy eyes like she didn't understand why she was reacting so strongly to the Countess.I did.The French called it l'appel du vide, or "call of the void." The urge to jump when you're standing on a ledge. Darkness allures. Gazing into the abyss, even though you know you shouldn't, it calls you to let go and let the black engulf you.The Countess was all darkness. I could feel it. I recognized the pull. It might as well come with a big red DANGER sign. Regardless of that, she still enticed me.Oozing raw sex appeal. Lips painted red. Legs that went on for miles clad in leather pants. Long black hair and a bustier accentuated her generous tits. Guilt churned in my stomach as I looked ove
Gabriel's POV"Where did you go last night?" I asked, walking aside Lucy as we were on the way to the bakery. Phillip offered me free coffee during our stay and I sure as hell was going to take him up on it. That man brewed the strongest, tastiest blend I'd ever tasted. Lucy froze, stopping in her tracks. "Oh…I was exploring."I hummed. I didn't know how long Lucy was gone, just that I woke up when she came back to bed, undressing and curling up against my back. Her heart was beating fast in her chest like something unnerved her, but I was too exhausted to ask. "I found a library and Vivianna gave me a book," Lucy said, rubbing her hands together like they were dirty. "Vivianna?" I echoed. "What was she doing in the library?" The thought of that woman being alone with Lucy didn't settle right with me. I didn't trust Vivianna. I certainly didn't trust her with my wife.Something about her was familiar. Dragging up ghosts from my past. Ghosts I'd rather not deal with. I tu
Lucy's POVI promised Gabriel I'd be back at the castle before dark, but with a journal full of interviews. Notes of my afternoon. I thought he'd be pleased to see all the secrets I've unearthed. I hoped his day was as fruitful.The threads were starting to come together, forming an intricate knot. Connections in every form. Apparently, the families of the missing men have lived in this town for centuries. Helped build the foundation the town sat on. Originally Hungarian citizens fled with their daughters to escape Elizabeth Bathory's reign of terror in the late 1500s.Oddly enough, the castle was here longer. Built by unknown hands nearly a thousand years ago. Perhaps Vivianna knew the origins of the castle, assuming her lineage stemmed from it. It sat on miles and miles of unexplored caves. But even when I brought up Vivianna's name, the locals seemed clipped, almost afraid of saying anything in vain. Like there would be dire consequences if anyone spoke against her.Think