Bully Next Door

She took it, loving it, feeling him bloom within her pussy.

All of a sudden, he stopped, and then his fingers were between her thighs, stroking her clit. She cried out, gasping as it felt completely different with his cock inside her from this angle.

“I love your pussy, Verity. I could spend all my life inside of you and I’d be a very happy man.”

These were not true words of love, but Verity took them.

She wasn’t going to allow the news of the cursed houses to affect her or them. They didn’t matter.

Closing her eyes, she gave herself to Hector. With the magic touch of his hands, she gave in to the orgasm slamming through her body.

He didn’t give her any chance to recover as he stopped touching her pussy while she was still orgasming, grabbed her hips, and fucked her, pounding his way inside her.

She screamed his name, not wanting it to stop.

Hector growled, and she felt an answering pulse as he came, filling her pussy with his cum. Neither of them spoke as his orgasm subsided.

She was once again naked, with this man’s cum deep inside her. The only sounds to be heard in the kitchen were those of their panting. They didn’t even last a long time.

Slowly, Hector pulled out of her, and as he did, she couldn’t help but feel a coldness settle inside her. She didn’t like it. Standing up, she ignored the mess and stepped toward the doorway of her kitchen.

“Verity,” Hector said.

“We need to start using condoms or we’re going to have to stop this.” She didn’t dare look at him. “We’re not going to be victims of the cursed houses. We’re not a love match.” Her jaw clenched, and she counted to five quickly inside her head. “I’m not on anything, and I could get pregnant.” She wasn’t going to tell him that she’d already checked her calendar that morning while he’d been walking Cutie and found she was already late.

She was never late. The chance of her being pregnant was quite high.

“I need to go take a shower. Leave the dishes. I’ll deal with them,” Verity said. “I also need to catch up on some work today. Spend the day with Sean. I’m sure he’d like a tour of the town.”

She stepped out of the room, and not once did Hector call her back.

This time, when she went to the bathroom, she didn’t wait for the water to heat up, and Hector wasn’t there to stop her. She stepped beneath the cold spray, feeling it cascade around her. A sadness crept upon her, enveloping her. She felt a little sick.

She washed her hair, then she grabbed the soap, lathering up her body and attempting to miss her stomach, but in the end, she rested her hands there.

“I’ll take care of us, little one. I know it won’t be easy, but if you are in there, I will take care of it.” She wasn’t going to run away from the responsibility.

Hector could leave. Her mother had done it alone, and so could she.

So much for the cursed houses.

They couldn’t have been further from the truth. Hector wasn’t her soul mate. He was only here for a vacation, and all they were having was a bit of fun.

Chapter Nine

“Verity’s avoiding me,” Hector said.

“I wonder why that is,” Sean said.

He’d told Sean everything that had happened. His friend, being his friend, was able to find some of the previous owners of the house. He cross-referenced the names and discovered every single person who had lived as neighbors in these two houses had ended up married.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Hector asked.

“You just found out that out of every single place in the world you could have gone to, something drew you to this place. You’re a guy who loves the sunshine, beaches. Italy, the Mediterranean. They are all logical places for you to want to go. I know you, Hector. That is the place you go to relax. Not in a small town, in the middle of nowhere, in some kind of cul-de-sac. Trust me. When you showed me this place, I was shocked.”

“Are you saying I’m too good for this place?” Hector asked.

“You’re a multimillionaire. You’ve worked hard to be where you are. You own a villa in Italy. Your prize and joy. Not to mention the penthouse suite back in the city, and let’s not forget the country estate as well. Yet, you decided to add this place, which is quaint and lovely. Tell me it’s not a little odd for your tastes,” Sean said.

“I’m not a snob.”

“I’m not calling you a snob. I’m telling you all things are pointing to the fact that maybe there is some credit in the whole cursed-houses thing.”

“Work is getting to your head. Maybe you need a vacation. What next? Will you start believing in the tooth fairy again?”