Prologue
It felt good. Having another person inside you as you moved atop them. Hips rising and falling in a steady yet fast rhythm just to have that special spot hit over and over again.
His hands were bound to the motel bedboard and his mouth was muffled with his own boxers as Ixora had her way. He didn’t mind it, but little did he know that she had taken away his ability to touch and speak due to the fact that she hated him. Despised him even. Jason was an attractive light light-skinned biracial man with loosely curled hair that everyone loved, but his exterior was pretty much it.
On the inside he was arrogant, unkind and the worst among them, disloyal. All qualities Ixora found utterly despicable and appalling. In fact, she would’ve gained a respect for him if he had turned her down at the party. After all, the boy was in attendance with his girlfriend of two years to Ixora and everyone at the party’s knowledge.
Less than five words from Ixora’s lips and it was as if he were any single man at a bar to pick up a girl. Then again, she didn’t care. It made no sense to. It was her twenty-first birthday, and no guilt or empathy would stop her from fucking the boyfriend of the bitch who made her college experience more dramatic than it needed to be. All the fights and degrading that was thrown her way royally pissed her off.
Now the “ugly bitch who felt she was all that” was truly all that by taking her boyfriend away from her own birthday party.
Now she was reminded she shared birthdays with the same bitch Ixora hated and it then came to the realization she gave her virginity to the evil bitch’s sloppy seconds.
This wasn’t fun anymore. This was upsetting and gave her a sense of self-hatred for such stupidity. It made her blood boil; it caused her heartbeat to race; and it fuelled her riding to an increased speed.
Such passion and anger filled her as she went and for some odd reason, she could feel her body heat up as something familiar started to build inside her, but at the same time, this felt different. It felt more powerful.
Jason moaned and groaned louder now, loud enough to remind her of his presence.
With that, Ixora firmly placed her hands on his chest and dug her nails into his flesh as she picked up the tempo. He released a pained sound that meant nothing but an unusual pleasure to her. It was like it fed into her anger, adding to her enraged lust that slowly built inside her.
Suddenly, her climax took over and burst from within. A spark went off inside her chest but only for a second and then it left as if it was never there.
Panting from her orgasm, Ixora tossed her head back with a short, sultry laugh that could seduce anyone. This was amazing and beyond anything she had ever felt, but somehow that wasn’t even because of the orgasm, but the sudden burst of power she felt. It was as if something awoke in her.
Still, in shock over the feeling, she finally decided to look down at the twenty-year-old boy beneath her due to the sudden silence.
Her heart stopped.
“What the fuck?” She breathed as she quickly scrambled away from the heap of ashes.
Ixora’s back hit hard against the wall at the force she moved with, and she quickly slapped at her skin as she felt the ashes on her inner thighs. Tears ripped at her eyes instantly in fright and confusion, yet she couldn’t find the vocals to scream. At least not yet.
What made her scream bloody Mary was when she looked in the mirror at her reflection. What stared back at her wasn’t the person she knew to be herself. It couldn’t be. Ixora had deep brown eyes and black hair. So, who was it that stared back at her with molten gold-coloured eyes and flaming red hair? And why did the necklace she had ever since before she could walk glow with an abnormal fiery intensity?
