Free Possession (Dark Possessions Book 3) by Nadia Nightside Page B

seeing the object of her every desire and could not help but finger herself in response.
    Olivia could not explain the instant heat she felt at the sight. She knew it should have caused her revulsion or fear, but instead all she felt was a distinct hot flash running up through her body.
    There was real, distinct power here. Power over the wants and needs of the flesh. And that was thoroughly, absolutely arousing.
    “Let her be, witch,” Gerald called out, bringing up his crossbow with one arm.
    The shop owner turned, but not before planting a small kiss on the redhead’s cheek. She smiled seductively at Gerald, and then doubly so at Olivia. Olivia did not know why, but she suspected that Yasmin could sense her arousal. The redhead stayed in front of the mirror, moaning and cooing vacantly as she continued to attend her shining wet pussy.
    “Ah,” Yasmin said. “I thought it may be a customer, and so this vocabulary used, this ‘witch,’ it was so very confusing.”
    Her accent was rich and exotic, coating every word she said and making it even sexier. Olivia felt it sliding against the corners of her brain, licking and massaging dormant acres of lust there.
    “Stay where you are!”
    Gerald held up the crossbow with one hand, another grasped firm on a vial of holy water pulled from his utility belt..
    Yasmin kept approaching through, her walk sexy, deliberate, and slow. Every foot in front of the other, her hips swaying enticingly.
    “But no, I see it is some evil-fighter. How good this is! I am no fan of evil myself. Evil is always so much trouble. Cutting, hurting, slicing, breaking.” She tsked, shaking her head. Her lovely dark locks slid around her shoulders, her back, like blanketed midnight. “I am much more a fan of delight. Are you not fans of delight then, that you would come into my shop to threaten me?”
    “I am not threatening you, witch. I am ending you.”
    And with that, Gerald threw the vial of holy water at her. Yasmin snatched it effortlessly before it could shatter, grinning, and then stared at it for a moment. Then she flipped the top off and swallowed it down. As Gerald watched, his eyes growing wide, Yasmin licked the vial clean, sliding her tongue around the long tube like it was a phallus. Her green eyes sparkled.
    “Thank you, darling. It is so nice of you to give me a nice little drink like that. You are very kind for someone who wants to hurt me, yes? I think I shall suck you off for quite some time after I remove all these silly ideas about hurting me.” She smiled at Olivia. “Or perhaps I will encourage your little helper there to do it for me. Clearly, she wants to see what you taste like. Isn’t that right, little dearie?”
    “Wh-what?”
    “Don’t answer that, Olivia.”
    “Don’t...don’t answer?” Yasmin laughed. “Oh, my dear man. You are just caught in a flood of denial, are you not? Can you not see how she wants you? How she would do anything for you?”
    Gerald fired his crossbow. Yasmin, a slight flicker of annoyance flashing on her face, instantly blew on the incoming bolt, like some hair had slipped down over her eyes. The bolt disappeared into smoke.
    Then she continued to speak, not paying any attention to the shock on Gerald’s face. “You ought to let her please you. Even if you do not want to do it my way, the eternal way, where she sucks you off for centuries to come, you still ought to at least let her taste your seed. That would only be nice of you. She wants it so very badly, after all. Don’t you, little darling?”
    Olivia was stunned. “I...I...I...”
    Yasmin smiled, snapping her fingers at the redhead at the back of the store. She could have passed for Olivia’s sister, and Olivia was beginning to think that was no mistake.
    The redhead approached Yasmin at her command and knelt down in front of her. Yasmin smiled and, with a wave of her hand, dismissed the lower part of her gorgeous gown as it had been some kind of illusion. The redhead