Passionate Ashes (5 page)

Lust took Jada over.

Primal.

Powerful.

Passionate.

She pulled aside her panties to reveal her soaking wet pussy. Connor slid his hard member through her folds, feeling her wetness drip down onto his six-pack.

“
Fuck that feels good,
”
Jada said, wanting him inside of her more than any other man she had ever even dreamed of. She wanted him to enter her and stretch her walls with his huge cock.

Connor took a nipple between his teeth just as the tip of his cock pushed through her entrance, sending wave after wave of pleasure course through Jada
’
s body. His cock started slow at first, gradually picking up pace as Jada hugged his cock tight.

He began to go faster and faster until Jada was muffling her cries of ecstasy. His cock plowed her wetness, sliding in and hitting her g-spot. She felt spasms rack through her body as her climax was nearly reached.

His hands circled around her hips and kept grinding her down onto his cock. The feeling of his cock being soaked by her excitement was sending him so close to the edge. He could feel her walls tightening around his hard member.

He was getting close.

Jada was already there.

Her muscles shook as an immense feeling of ecstasy vibrated her to her core, her pussy quivering in the climax. She held herself up by her weak arms, shaking as they held themselves up against Connor
’
s perfectly chiseled chest. She felt her hands become increasingly warmer, her powers becoming harder to control under the after-effects of a ground shattering orgasm.

“
I
’
m going to come,
”
Connor said as he lifted Jada up and flipped her so that she was now sitting on the chair. Connor slid his cock out of her still quaking pussy and stroked it, aiming his sweet seed over Jada
’
s belly.

He let out a guttural groan and released. Hot cum dropping in loads on Jada, sending Jada into another mini-orgasm, her hands massaging her breasts, taking the nipples in between her fingers and rolling, the intense heat now building up, making the pleasure even more perfect.

The come-down was just as intense in a way, their mouths meeting for one last passionate embrace as they each tried to catch their breath.

Jada was able to cool down her temperature, preventing her body from bursting into a ball of blue flame.

“
Wow,
”
Connor said, his green eyes glowing as his smile revealed a perfect row of pearly white teeth. He took a moment to catch his breath and smiled some more, kissing Jada with a passion that neither of them had felt in a long while.

“
Yeah. Wow.
”
Jada said, her center still sore from not only the intense orgasm but taking in Connor
’
s full size.

“
I umm
…
good thing I have a rag,
”
Jada said. They both stayed silent for a moment and then cracked up laughing at another lame joke.

“
But really, I should get cleaned up and tidy the rest of the house,
”
Jada said, still smiling up at Connor.

“
Take the rest of the day off.
”
Connor said, helping Jada up from the chair. Jada couldn
’
t help but notice there was something else creeping into his tone. Something sounding almost like regret.

Shit. That
’
s tempting.

“
I mean
…
I guess if that
’
s ok with you?
”
Jada said timidly as she pulled her shorts back on and readjusted her top.

“
Yeah, don
’
t worry about it,
”
Connor said, his perfect cock now hidden by the blue gym shorts.

“
Ok
…
listen I
’
m sorry. I understand this is a working environment and all. I just
…
. I don
’
t know. I should go.
”
Jada said, trying to stitch together some sort of apology even though all she wanted to do was keep having sex with him.

“
No need to say sorry. I just. I guess I just still love Shannon. But, fucking shit, there
’
s something about you.
”
Connor said, passion welling up in those perfect green eyes again.

“
Maybe we should agree this is the first and last time?
”
Jada said, against the fact that all the cells in her body was screaming out no.

“
Yes.
”

“
Ok, I
’
m gonna go now.
”

Chapter Three

Jada stumbled through the mansion at first, her legs still feeling very much like jello. But after a few moments to collect herself, she was able to restore her legs back to fully functioning limbs. She still had no idea where to go though.

Fuck
.

She took a turn down one hallway adorned with photos of what seemed like Shannon under various different campaigns for huge name brands. Jada
’
s favorite was the one where the dumb blond bitch was posing next to a tiger that was clearly photoshopped in. But that wasn
’
t what Jada enjoyed most about the ad. It was the fact that Shannon was positioned so that it looked like she was getting it from behind by the tiger. Jada wasn
’
t sure if this was intentional or not but she found it funny as shit.

After a quick laugh, Jada continued walking until she found what she thought was the door to the foyer.

She was wrong.

At first the door was locked, which she thought was weird since it should have been the entrance. She didn
’
t remember Connor ever mentioning the door now that she thought about it.

She took out a set of keys Connor had given her earlier and tried it in the lock. It clicked open on the first try, allowing Jada to turn the doorknob and peak inside. What she saw sent the blood rush down to her feet.

The room Jada was staring into was covered in blood red, presumably blood red paint. The walls were tattered, with flower wallpaper peeling off underneath the splatters of red. In the center of the room was a glass case held up on a metal pedestal ending in the shape of what looked like a dragon claw. In the case, Jada could see a chalice that was brimming with a thick, dark viscous fluid.

The room belonged to a blood mage.

Holy fucking shit.

Jada had found one of the women who was involved in killing her mother. And it just so happened to be one of the most famous women at the time. Or at least Jada assumed it was.

I mean, who else could it be? And does that mean Connor knows about this?

She pushed the door wider and took a hesitant step over the threshold. She needed to know what was in this room and who was behind it all.

On the wall inside the room was a hanging shelf, with various different menacing looking tools that were all rusted over with an orange tint. She also saw empty jars labeled in a language she couldn't understand. Her fingers traced over an ancient looking textbook that was sealed shut with a lock and key.

"What. The. Fuck. What are these bitches into?" Jada said to herself.

From what she could tell, there was nothing else to the room. No doors leading into a secret passage or anything on the floor indicating some secret compartment. It was just the weird glass display case, the shelves, and the book. But something in here held the secrets to who killed her mother. She knew it.

But she couldn't risk getting caught. She wasn't sure what would be worse, really. Getting caught having sex with a blood witch's husband or getting caught snooping around through a blood witch's closet.

Jada stepped back out and shut the door, relocking it. Her thoughts were racing. She just finished having the most mind-blowing sex with one of the most powerful men in Hollywood, she finally found a passion she thought was destroyed by Darrius, and now she had to worry that he was involved in a murderous coven with his bitch wife?

It was all too much.

Jada took a deep breath and decided.

She was resigning.

There was no other choice. She would just have to hope she could be reassigned as soon as possible but she knew she couldn't keep working there. Not with the spirit of her mother looming over her, knowing that her possible killer was under the same roof she was assigned to keep clean.

She readjusted her shorts and turned hurriedly on her feet.

Straight into Shannon.

"What are you doing?"

"I, um got lost, miss." Jada said, mumbling an excuse. She saw Shannon's eyes go straight to the keys that were protruding from her pocket and back up to the door concealing her red room. An evil grin spread across her face, her hand snapping onto Jada's wrist.

"I sensed your powers the moment you stepped in here, witch," Shannon hissed, her eyes boring down onto Jada as her grip tightened around her wrist.

"Let go of me. I want no part of this," Jada said, trying her hardest to hold her ground but she was caught so off guard. This was the possible witch that murdered her mother. She couldn't just stand there and take it.

"What did you see in there?" Shannon said, her eyes taking on a red hue. Jada felt her wrist heat up as the blood underneath Shannon's grip began to slowly boil. This was becoming a much more dangerous game than Jada could have ever imagined.

"Fuck. You."

Jada had enough. Her right hand, which was still free, heated up to a burning point, casting her dark black skin under the golden shadows of the flames that now engulfed her hand. She took her hand and slapped Shannon across the face, leaving a red hot imprint of her finger tips on Shannon's pristine white cheeks.

This caught Shannon totally off-guard. Her grip on Jada's wrist broke, allowing Jada to shake off the effect, returning her blood temperature to normal.

The blow knocked Shannon down to the ground, slamming her against the hallway.

As Shannon battled for consciousness on the ground, Jada used the time to turn and run, her frantic breaths trying to catch up to her racing heart beat. Adrenaline coursed through her veins as she desperately tried to find the exit before Shannon regained consciousness and decided to kill off the last of her family line.

Jada didn't even take a second, she immediately started running down the hallway but realized she was going in the same direction as Connor's room.

She thought for a second but realized Connor may be in this just as much as Shannon was. She had nowhere to go for help. She needed to find the exit before Shannon turned Jada's blood into a useless boiling soup.

Panic was slowly setting in. She could set the witch on fire but Jada knew that Shannon was a much more experienced witch. She would know how to reflect the spell, possibly lighting Jada on fire instead.

Suddenly, it all came back to her.

I'm in the back!

Jada remembered Connor telling her the entrance to their tennis court was next to the bathroom with all the seashells, which was to her right. So she broke out into a sprint down the opposite direction, knowing that the front yard was only a couple of turns away.

She rounded another corner and ran straight into a brick wall.

"Shit. This wasn't here before."

Jada looked around, there had to be an exit. She vividly recalled seeing the front lawn while she was standing next to what looked like an original Picaso painting, which was now placed next to her right shoulder. Yet instead of the emerald green lawns shining through huge crystal-clear glass windows, there was a dark red brick wall from bottom to top, covering any sign of an exit.

Jada took another deep breath and turned, only to be met by a vicious looking Shannon, her face now a bright red.

"Listen. I know who killed your mother."

Jada felt like she had all her breath knocked out of her in one blow.

"What?" She managed to say, feeling flames start to tickle her fingertips.

"Yes. I'll admit, the murderer was part of my coven. I can tell you who she is. But you have to trust me. Come to my room and make a pact over the chalice. We'll seal our bond there."

"Do you think I was born yesterday, bitch?" Jada said, knowing damn well it was a trap.

She whipped her right hand forward and shot a small fireball aimed directly at Shannon's shoulder. It hit her dead on, knocking her over and leaving her shoulder simmering with the heat from the blow. Shannon looked as though her heart was ripped out, pain twisting her face as her body was propelled into a glass mirror, crumpling her down to the floor, glass raining down all around her. She tried lifting her hand to shoot off a spell of her own, but it wouldn't go up higher than her hip. Meanwhile, Jada's left arm was directed at the brick wall, a much large fireball erupting and smacking into the barrier, crumbling it into small pieces. This revealed the emerald green lawns Jada knew she had seen earlier.

"I'm assuming I'm fired," Jada said, throwing the rag down onto the floor, watching it catch fire midway through the air from the remnants of her own heat. She turned and strutted through the brick wall. In Jada's head, this was all a done deal. But what Shannon said next shook Jada to the core.

It changed her life forever.

"I can bring her back."