Page 7 of Hollow House

She was mine.

The second I laid eyes on her, in that tiny little black dress that hugged her hips, I knew I needed a bite. I needed to bend her over a table and take her right there.

The way she walked through the crowd, lost, looking for someone to step in and guide her—it was all the invitation I needed.

I stood from the chair I lounged in, keeping watch.

One night a year, I allowed the patrons of Hollow House to give in to their deepest desires.

It kept them thankful throughout the year.

Obedient.Loyal to one single person: the shadow who watched over them, guided them, provided them a sanctuary from the world that denied us.

She would be next.

I took a step down from the dais the chair sat on, watching her brown hair disappear into the crowd. I’d hunt her down and find out exactly what she desired.

The thought of my cock inside her, stretching her, pushed me down the next step.

She would join us.

Before the night was over, I would make her mine.