Bewitch Me - A Halloween Collection by Lily Rede

had finally won over the widow on the second floor, a human schoolteacher who plied her with homemade cookies and dished about all of her neighbors.  Trent worked hard, and he used to be something of a ladies’ man, but that had finally stopped. Now the gossip around the building was that he had been seeing some rich businesswoman and it was getting serious.
    Even worse, thought Isabella.
    She’d fallen for him hard when they first met, and he joked around with her as he helped her carry boxes up from the moving van. The man was walking sex – tall, dark, handsome, and edible, his soft chocolate brown eyes incongruous with the hard muscle and supreme self-confidence evident with every move he made. He was like a tiger, all sleek power and strength. Since Isabella’s career had kicked into overdrive, she’d taken herself off the dating scene, devoting her time to work – far more interesting than the soulful, poetic warlock types she thought she preferred.
    Since meeting Trent, her “type” had taken a dramatic shift. Forget sonnets and jazz fusion, Isabella was suddenly more interested in a strong, confident male who wouldn’t be shocked when she voiced some of her naughtier fantasies, and who wasn’t afraid to get dirty with her. She sensed that in Trent, and for the past few weeks had tossed in bed at night, unable to satisfy herself by magical means or fingers, plagued by the strangest, hottest fantasies she’d ever had. The worst was a couple of days ago, and she’d been all hot and bothered ever since.
    They were on a main stage at a strip club, the audience full of men, eager for a show, the footlights blinding.
    “Hold still, Isabella,” he ordered, his voice low and stern.
    Trent tightened the belt that bound her arms behind her back and stroked her arms, then down over her ass to where the tight dress ended at the tops of her thighs, biting into the flesh as Trent nudged her legs wide.
    “I’ve been looking forward to this,” he said.
    “Me, too,” whispered Isabella.
    “Look at all these men. You know what they want.”
    “Yes.”
    “They want what’s mine. They all came for a glimpse. Shall we show them?”
    Isabella whimpered.
    He didn’t wait for an answer, but grabbed the front of her dress and ripped, leaving her standing naked but for a tiny g-string tied with little bows at her hips, while the crowd roared its approval. Trent cupped her breasts, pressing a firm erection against her ass as he rolled her nipples for the benefit of the audience.
    “See how they watch you? All those eyes eating you up, wanting to suck your nipples, waiting for me to pull off this little scrap of material so that they can see the pretty pussy I’m going to fuck for their entertainment.”
    Isabella moaned, so turned on she was shaking as Trent slowly untied the bows at her hips and tugged the material away, baring her soaked folds to the lascivious stares of dozens of men.
    And then they were in her bed, the crowd gone, and Trent was taking her with slow, deep thrusts, no less possessive, but love and wonder shone on his face as he filled her, again and again.
    Isabella leaned against the closed door, blushing, as a nearby cactus abruptly decided to flower. She wasn’t an exhibitionist, but oh my God. She didn’t need a professional to tell her what it meant. Isabella wanted a man with a hard sexual edge, but one that was tempered by an emotional connection. And no matter how badly she wanted him, she wasn’t going to find that in Trent Langley.
    Especially not after the incident in the lobby.
     
    TRENT ENTERED THE LOBBY with trepidation, but everything looked normal. Still, he hurried to check his mailbox and press the button for the elevator, his stomach churning with anxiety as it had for the last three weeks, his cock still hard and demanding his attention. Three weeks ago, the management company had opened up the available units to members of a heretofore unheard of magical community.
    It was