Familiar with the Warlock - Viola Grace Page 0,6
hurt. She staggered to the bathroom and wobbled into the shower. The hot spray replaced the cold after a few minutes, and she let the water wash away the sweat and cum that had dried on her body. “Fucking bastards could have cleaned me up.” She thought for a moment that she was supposed to be missing her memories, but that was probably a gift for the employees who had provided the power up until this point. It wouldn’t do for folks to know that they had been screwing strangers for arcane energy.
She grunted and slowly bent to get some movement back into her inner thighs. This was going to be leggings and t-shirt kind of day.
She stood up and scrubbed everything again, recognizing the light abrasions from Argo’s tongue as well as the hot spot that Olmin had left on the back of her neck. Oddly, Olmin had been more eager to use his teeth than Argo had.
She looked down, and her nipples were hard at the thought. Great. Her body goes a decade and a half without sex, and all that calm abstinence had been destroyed in one night. She finished washing and conditioning her hair. When she had depleted the hot water tank, she turned the shower off and toweled herself dry before wrapping her hair up and tucking another towel around her.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. She sighed and made herself a coffee, looking at the table where her pile of clothing and possessions were. She went to sift through the fabric and scowled. The bugger had cut her corset lacing.
Right. She was going to have to replace the laces. She kept digging and looking for her phone. It was missing. “Fuck.”
At the bottom of the pile was her notebook, and she opened it with a feeling of dread. There was a number scrawled on the final page.
She grimaced and went to her landline, punching in her own number with an angry thumb.
She heard her phone ringing and looked around for it. They had stuck it under her pillow.
She sighed and hung up, pressing her forehead against the phone. She wasn’t going to have to see them again. It was better that way. Olmin had gotten what he needed, and Argo had gotten a playmate for the night. It was done. So, why did she feel so lonely?
She was sitting on her couch, playing a movie in the background that she had seen a thousand times. Her fingers tapped across the keys, and she sent her heroine into the direst peril with two handsome pervs who wanted her body before they would give her free passage on the ship. It wasn’t her best work, but she had a lot of interesting firsthand experience to draw from. Of course, she included double penetration, but that wasn’t really the crux of the situation.
This particular character was sleeping her way across the galaxy, so it wasn’t too strange for her to engage in this behaviour. She finished up the chapter and smiled. Her heroine was off to find another adventure but thinking fondly of the two men she had left in her wake.
Maven continued until it was dinnertime, only then realizing that she had skipped breakfast and lunch. She was staring into her freezer, waiting for some kind of oracle to tell her what to eat when there was a knock at her door. She sighed and went to the door, peeping around to see Alice there with a pizza box.
She tried not to think of Alice riding that naked guy, and she opened the door. “Why are you here?”
“I wanted to tell you about the party last night. It was amazing!” Alice pushed in, and Maven saw her laptop bag.
“You need me to jostle your book.”
“Only if you don’t mind. How is your little story coming?”
Maven smirked. “Good turn of phrase. It’s fine. What’s on the pizza?”
“Pepperoni, black olives, and bacon.”
“Have a seat and grab a soda. How bad is it?”
Alice made a face. “Bad enough.”
“Well, your timing is good. Period starts tomorrow, so this is the best possible time. Open the pizza and hand over your laptop.”
Alice smiled and went to get plates. Maven went into the book and typed with one hand while she ate the pizza. “You are ignoring physics again, and you gave him too many hands.”
Alice smiled. “Fix it, and I will get you some ice cream.”
“Promises, promises. Now, how was the party last night? You didn’t send me