A Stake With a View (You Are The Worst Witch! Goodbye!) (A Wicked Good Witches Paranormal Romance Book 6) Read Online Free PDF Page A

a vile grin.
    “I want to fuck you on every piece of furniture and make you come over, and over, and over.” He let out lewd throaty laugh. “I want your scent all over this room so your vampire can smell it. I want him to know that I fucked you in his little jail cell. I only wish I could see his face after…”
    Melinda didn’t know what came over her but she reached up and slapped him across the face. Hard.
    She glared like it was painted on her face, finally breaking her gaze to close her eyes. She had to look away from him. It’s not really him. It’s not Riley. No matter how many times she repeated this it did not help. Her Riley would never say these things to her. Never treat her in such a demeaning manner. Never… never… it’s not him…
    Her true love’s kiss experiment was an epic fail. It had been a terrible idea. One of her worst ideas, ever. She started to slide off him when a soft confused voice whispered her name.
    “Melinda…”
    She opened her eyes, unshed tears threatening to pour down her cheeks.
    He blinked hard a few times, shaking his head. His gaze finding hers again.
    “Riley?” The emptiness in his eyes was gone. No more blank spot where he should have been.
    “I don’t know why I said those things. I would never hurt you like that. I’m so sorry, Melinda. I don’t know what’s happening to me.” He remembered everything he’d said and done. It sickened him to his depths.
    “Is it really you?” She didn’t dare believe it. The things he said… she had to let it go. Her Riley would never say those things. He’d never treat her like that. Hard as she tried though his words left a dark spot deep in her gut.
    “I’m so sorry, Melinda. I… I…”
    She leaned her forehead back on his again. “Forget it. You were put under a spell by the Feyk. It makes you… angry.”
    “That wasn’t anger. It was… spite. Pure spite. Melinda, look at me. Please.”
    She did.
    “You’re so beautiful. So perfect. I’ve only ever wanted to make you feel good about yourself. To see how confident you should be. You haven’t admitted it, but I can tell someone hurt you. Made you feel…” he choked a little… “like I just did.” He stated it pure disgust in himself.
    “I’m sorry I slapped you.”
    “No. Don’t be. I deserved a lot worse.”
    She leaned in and gently kissed him.
    “Melinda. God, you do have the sweetest lips. I just need to be sure you know I don’t think of you like that. I could never, because I love…” he stopped, shocked by what he was saying. “Because I love you. It’s so fast, but I’m so sure.” He smiled weakly. “You still make me say the craziest things.”
    Did she love him? Could she say it back? Should she, even if she wasn’t sure?
    He didn’t seem to care. His lips devoured hers, a new devotion heavy in his attack.
    Melinda was so many levels of confused. Severe tiredness was not helping. And she was all kinds of torn up about William since her fiery prophetic dream. And now Riley had just told her he loved her.
    She reached in front of her to loosen his bonds.
    “No. Stop.”
    “But you’re back,” she argued softly.
    “For good?” he shook his head. “I won’t lie, I hate being tied up but… until you have a cure you have to keep me here.”
    “I guess. Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
    “I am right. If you could hear all the sick things ravaging through my mind… just don’t let me go. Keep me locked up, please?”
    “Okay.” She stared, frightened at what thoughts he had kept to himself.
    “I don’t want to hurt anyone. I’m so sorry I already did.” He threw silent apologies at her.
    “It’s going to be okay, Riley.” She kissed him again.
    “Mmmm, I could do this all day. Feel free to take advantage of me all you want.”
    Melinda grinned. She’d keep Riley safe, somehow. They would find a cure for him. She wouldn’t let him hurt anyone.
    “Maybe you should untie me,” he mumbled.
    “But we’re having