Page 40 of All Your Bloody Lies

With force, her knee moves up between my legs, and I swiftly jump back, releasing her fist. “No, I don’t regret that,” she states. I appreciate her honesty.

“What about my dick being so far inside of you that you were vibrating your entire apartment? How were the stars I made you see?” I croon. “Your legs were nearly immobile by the time I was done, do you regret having to sit on your counter for hours?”

“Fucking weirdo.” She rolls her captivating eyes.

I expect her to come back at me, but instead, I watch as she runs her sharp black ombré thumbnail down her wrist. The sight and smell of her delectable blood causes bumps to rise along my neck, all the way down to my knees.

As if gravity itself is not a law, her blood lifts from her skin and forms spherical blobs, a sight that is both fascinating and eerie to me. The blood doesn’t settle or pool as it usually would; instead, it suspends in the air. She raises her hand and twists her fingers, seemingly making it dance before me.

It’s awe-inspiring, but I’m no fool. That is as deadly as she is, especially to me. I saw what happened to Mathas. Her spiked blood shards got into his system, and boom, his head was gone.

“I want you to leave me alone, Kai.”

The corner of my lip twitches; she’s lying. “No you don’t,” I counter. “You are enjoying this as much as I am.”

“Insufferable man,” she hisses through the two words, and I love striking her nerve. It isn’t my favorite nerve to toy with, but one I enjoy, nevertheless.

At this distance, merely five feet from each other, I’m barely capable of dodging as she throws out her attack. She’s using it like a whip, and I may have just come a little. Her hand wraps around the now elongated weapon and unleashes it back at me.

The moment she goes for another attack, I’m in front of her, grabbing her elbow and keeping her arm raised above her head. My hand finds her throat, and I can’t help but enjoy just how much I can take of it. She’s of average size, but to me, she’s still small.

“Since we are playing show and tell,” I lean in and brush my lips against hers, “Noctis Duplicatus.” As the words roll down her tongue, she slams her forehead against mine. While I know it draws blood, I keep myself directly where I am. The crimson liquid drawing a line down my forehead to my nose accompanies my smile.

Watching the shock crawl across her face as a set of hands grab hold under her arms and over her shoulders, makes me grin. Now, with her hands locked above her head, my shadow steps her back from me.

“What—” I don’t think I’ve ever taken her by surprise, except for the moment she laid eyes on my cock.

“You see, my little demon, you aren’t the only one with party tricks.” I peek over her shoulder at a shadow of myself. A duplicatepresence of me in the form of darkness. It’s almost entirely corporeal, not as robust, but undeniably close. She could likely shatter through its form, yet the grip of shock restrains her from taking action.

“…I didn’t know your kind still existed.” Oh, her intrigue has me needy. “A Veilsidian.”

I roll my head, “You know my kind so well. Have you known many a Vampire?”

As she responds, I regress toward her, my gaze lingering provocatively over every inch of her form. “No, it’s called books, you idiot.”

I bark a laugh and stop just mere inches from her face. My intentions were to force her back to my car and take her ass home, but, she’s begging me with her eyes—no—she’s daring me with them to fuck her like a savage right here in this dense forest.

“My little demon...” I breathe against her warm cheeks.

“I’m not your—” My lips crush against hers, silencing her. She won’t be telling me what she’s not. Even as she tries to pull away, in her subdued position all she can do is kick at me.

When she bites my lip, I grin wide and thrust my hips against hers. Her attempt at not moaning is delightful, “Oh Xera, I’m going to take you right here in these woods and make you call me your fucking God.”

“No!” she snaps. “Do not fucking touch me!”

I don’t move back, but I cease my hands from tearing off her shirt. “I am no rapist, Xera. There is a difference from what we are playing, and so let me make myself very clear,” my voice deepens, and her eyes slowly circle as the heat around me radiates with my desire to fill her pretty filthy mouth. I’m going to drown her, and I won’t even allow myself to save her from suffocating with the pleasure I’m going to provide her.

“Telling me no when you are clearly aroused, soaking yourself through your pants. Telling me to stop when all you want is for me to destroy this perfect cunt of yours.” I can feel her nipples hardening as our chests press against one another, her breathing labored as though she’s out of breath. “Give me a safe word, little demon, and when you scream that I will stop. Always.”

I’m an obsessed monster to this demon, but I will not be a filthy fucking male.

“Give me a word.” I can see her thoughts racing in her eyes. She hates me, but she also wants what I can give to her. “Or I’ll take yoursilence as you’ll never want me to stop.” She’s afraid of the obsession. Afraid of not being able to scream that safe word.

“Cinnamon,” she whispers.

A difficult enough word to try and scream through my pleasure, and I’m fine with that.

The moment I have my hand gripping her shirt, she whispers, “Cinnamon, Kai.”

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