Singing a perfectly out of tune song, I danced in the kitchen while I cooked. I’m so glad Atlas decided to stock the kitchen for me. Bobbing my head, I cooked fried chicken. The smell of fried, oily goodness emanated from the food and filled the entire room.

Picking up an unused ladle, I used it as a microphone and dance backward and made my way to the kitchen cabinet. The black oversize t-shirt hiking up above my thighs. I wore a pair of new panties under the t-shirt. Atlas’s minions had brought some clothes for me.

I needed a bowl for my food. Opening the cabinet, I grabbed the bowl and spun around with my arms in the air.

Someone clapped.

I turned to see Silas leaning against the door frame with a lopsided grin. Today, he wore a white t-shirt beneath a denim jacket and black skinny jeans.

“Amazing performance,” he joked. “The moonwalk was perfect.”

I grinned and walked back to my popcorn chicken. I heard him follow me further into the kitchen.

“You caught me at the right time. These performances are rare and only come once every 50 years,” I responded.

I heard him chuckling behind me and I looked over my shoulder to find him leaning against the counter and crossing his arms. Our eyes met briefly before I turned back to my food.

“Where is my cousin?” Silas asked from behind me.

I thought about when I turned him into a dog and giggled before sighing happily. “He’s still alive if you are worried.”

He laughed. Shutting off the stove, I turned to him and popped a fried chicken into my mouth. The delicious goodness tasted so good, warm and fresh. His crimson eyes dropped to my food before looking back up at me.

“I see he is feeding you now.”

“He will have to feed me if he wants to drink from me.” I pointed at my neck.

Silas’s eyes widened, and he pushed off from the counter. He moved closer and touched my chin. Tilting my head to the side, he eyed the healing mark on my neck. He was able to easily see the mark with my hair up in a ponytail.

“He bit you?” Silas asked in shock.

“He did, and he’s a fucking asshole. I’m telling you, Silas, you need to steal me away before it’s too late,” I teased.

He didn’t reply to my teasing. Instead, he redirected the question.

“So, you’re a witch. I read a bit about witches. How powerful are you?”

I popped another chicken in my mouth.

“Do you want to see?” I grinned slyly.

Silas pushed off the counter but nodded his head. I popped a few more chickens in my mouth before taking hold of his wrist. I led him to the back of the castle.

The other day I saw a garden behind the castle through Atlas’s bedroom window.

Outside, I released him and walked to the middle of the garden. Someone well tended the garden. It had flowers of all kinds.

I walked down the rocky walkway until I came across a familiar flower. The petal was made up of white and purple colors with two largely shaped leaves. Picking the petals, I rubbed them between my hands while whispering an incantation. Immediately, a warm and red light glowed from between my hands.

Silas moved closer, obviously enthralled at the light. An enticing scent emitted into the air and Silas inched closer. I looked at him from beneath my eyelashes.

Hunger burned in his crimson eyes.

“What is it?” He whispered.

Opening my palms, it glistened and sparkled.

“It is a powerful aphrodisiac. Touching it would immediately rob you of all conscientious thoughts. Your ability to differentiate reality from fantasy will blur. You would want nothing more than to please the creator.”

I took a step closer. Silas didn’t pull back. Smiling, I moved my palms to touch his cheeks. Our eyes connected, and he held his breath. Waiting.

Suddenly, Silas’s face disappeared. Altas stood in front of me with an angry expression. I looked behind him to see Silas shaking his head. He was fighting off the aphrodisiac.

Atlas’s hand shot up, and he wrapped it around my throat.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?”

Oh, papi was angry.

I completely forgot the aphrodisiac was in my palms. I gripped his wrist in an attempt to stop him from choking me. His eyes dilated and his nostril flared.

Then it lit up. The spell burned and melted into his skin. Atlas’s eyes glowed purplish white and widened while staring at me.

His grip loosened.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“What is going on?” Silas growled, clearly coming out of his haze. He grabbed Atlas’s shoulder, but that was a mistake. Atlas’s facial expression contorted in anger. He turned and attacked Silas.

Before me, the two brothers fought. Silas defended off Atlas’s blows.

“Oh, shit! Oh, shit!” I panicked before running to them. I jumped on Atlas’s back and tried to pull him off Silas.

“Wake up, Atlas,” Silas snarled.

“He can’t... hear... you. He is... in... a... jealous... rage,” I panted, trying to pull Atlas off.

“It’s the drug,” Silas said, but it came out like a question.

“Yes... it... won’t... wear... off... anytime... soon.”

“I’m going to die.”

When I saw Silas was bleeding from the attack. I didn’t think twice. I grabbed Atlas’s cheeks and forced him to look at me.

“What are yo-”

I slammed my lips onto Atlas’s lips. He froze. I teased his lips with my tongue. Atlas’s attention was diverted. He swept me up into his arms and got off Silas. His hands slid to my round behind and wrapped my legs around his waist. The oversized t-shirt I wore hiked up my thighs and almost exposed my lace panties.

With my other hand, I waved Silas to disappear. Silas didn’t hesitate for a minute but seemed to understand that situation called him to walk away from a crazed, obsessed vampire.

Once Silas disappeared, I pulled away. Atlas allowed me to slide down his body. I looked at his eyes and they had purplish tints in them.

Oh boy, he was going to kill me.

“C’mere, witch.” Atlas leaned down to kiss me again, but I pulled back. A feral sound emitted deep within his chest before he yanked me close to his body. His nose trailed the curves of my neck.

“You smell like a delicious meal. I’ve tasted your blood. But after tasting your blood, I can’t help but wonder how good you would taste between your legs. If your blood is as sweet as sugar.” His nose stopped right at my sensitive spot. “Would your pussy taste just as sweet or sweeter?”

A wantonly shiver crawled down my spine and shot between my legs. Goosebumps peppered all over my skin when I felt his lips latch onto my sensitive spot.

I drugged him. He doesn’t know what he was saying.

“Atlas, stop,” I said weakly.

He walked behind me, his arms snaking themselves around me. I felt the tips of fingers sliding up my inner thigh.

“One taste, love. Just one taste,” he begged like a deprived man. I loved it a little too much, but this wasn’t Atlas. I needed to stop him.

A moan crawled its way up my throat and I had to swallow it back. My hand stopped his intention.

“Atlas, stop. You aren’t thinking straight. It’s the drug.” I struggled to get out of his embrace, but this man was stronger than me. I huffed in frustration before turning in his arms to look at him.

“Look at me, Atlas.”

“I am.” His hand came out to cradle my cheek. I shook him off and grabbed his face in my hands.

“Look at me. I’m Ophelia. Remember? The witch you hate?”

“I love you.” He was about to lean in and kiss me again. I turned my head to the side, and he kissed my cheek.

“Ha, love me? You hate me.”

“I love you, Ophelia. I feel it in my heart and with every breath I take.” Grabbing my hand, he pressed it to his right chest.

I chuckled uneasily before yanking my hand away. I gave us space and held my hand close to my chest.

“We need to wait till the drug wears off.”

“I don’t want it to wear off. I want to love you forever.”

He took a step toward me. I took a step back. His eyes narrowed at my action.

“Ophelia, come here.”

“No.”

“Ophelia, come to me now.”

“No!” I turned and ran in the other direction.

It didn’t take long before I heard him snarling. I risked a glance behind me and saw him chasing me. Squeaking, I ran like my life depended on it.

I almost made it inside the castle, but was immediately swept up by Atlas. He threw me over his shoulder as he walked inside.

“Atlas, put me down!”

“Not a chance, Ophelia.”

“Oh my god, you’re crazy!”

“Crazy for you.”

I beat on his backside. Atlas was still walking inside the castle. I knew that after the drug wore off, he would be angry with me. But in my defense, he interrupted Silas and me. I didn’t mean to touch him.

“I drugged you.”

“Drugged and in love.”

I huffed angrily and covered my face. There was no use trying to get to him. I propped my hands on his back to see where he was taking me.

I saw the familiar hallways and knew he was taken back to his room.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“To our bedroom,” he replied huskily.

’“Our? You’re insane.” I needed help. “Silas! Help! Somebody save me! I’m being kidnapped by your King.”

He slapped my ass so hard that it stung. My pussy clenched, and I had to bite my lips from moaning.

“You like that, don’t you?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“No. Don’t you ever slap my ass again!”

He laughed. “Don’t worry, witch, I’ll give you what you want.”

Atlas swung open his bedroom door. We walked in before he slammed it shut with his foot. Carrying me over to the bed, he threw me down on it. I flipped over on my hands and knees and attempted to crawl away. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me to him.

“Atlas, wait!” I screamed.

He stopped. I took a breath.

“You love me, right?” I blurted.

The drug should wear off soon. I didn’t use it a lot. I just needed to buy them. He wasn’t truly in love with me. I drugged him.

“I love you.” Atlas’s eyes softened, and he covered my body with his own.

“Then you would like to make me happy, right?” I scrambled my brain for a distraction.

He nodded his head. I bit my bottom lip and pondered what to say next.

“So, uh, I’m hungry. Why don’t you feed me first? Then we can do whatever you want us to do.” I smiled and batted my eyelashes.

Atlas’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. I cupped his cheek and ran my thumb over his lips. His face darkened with lust and I watched him debate on what to do.

When he leaned down to kiss me again, I shoved him off me and tried to run. Atlas grabbed me. Feeling desperate at this point, I grabbed the nearest thing I could see. It was my red crystal. I hit him over the head with it.

He fell onto the bed, cold.

Oh, he’s going to really kill me now.