Page 110 of Bite Marks & Broken Hearts

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door.

Moonlight spilled across Seb’s bound form, creating shadows that emphasised every perfect line of his body. His eyes found mine, challenging.

I leaned against the doorframe, letting my fingers trail over the fading marks on my neck. “You’ve been a naughty, naughty vampire,” I said, injecting my voice with a playful authority that surprised me. “Having little sips of my blood while I was sleeping. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?” I tapped the bite marks meaningfully.

A smirk played at Seb’s lips as he tested the ropes binding his wrists. “I can’t help it that you taste so good,” he crooned, defiant. “And by the way you writhed in your sleep, shouting and begging me to take it… I’d bet you didn’t mind.”

I pushed off from the doorframe, slammed the door shut, stalked closer to the bed. “You’re going to pay for this, vampire.”

“Foolish mortal,” Seb drawled, somehow looking regal despite being tied to my bed. “You dare challenge one who has walked these lands for centuries?”

I swiped a neglected wooden coat hanger off the floor. At least the hook bit was sort of pointy.

“Your reign of terror ends here, creature of the night!” I brandished my prop stake.

“A coat hanger?” Seb tugged at his bonds, all coiled grace despite his restraints. “Howpedestrian. Though I suppose I shouldn’t expect more from a hunter who wears red-chequered pyjamas.”

I jabbed the hanger towards him. “They’ll be the last thing you ever see, beast!”

His rich laugh boomed across the room. “Come closer then, fearsome hunter. Let’s see how steady your hand is when faced with true evil.”

I traced the hook down his chest, tantalisingly slowly. “Are you scared?”

“Oh no,” he breathed, smirking. “Whatever shall I do against such… exquisite torture?”

My gaze dropped to where his cock had hardened considerably, standing proudly in the center of the bed.

“Don’t you dare enjoy this, vampire!” I gasped sharply, slapping the wood against his chest as hard as I dared.

“Mmm,” he moaned, shameless and deliberate. “Is that the best you can do,hunter?”

“Enough!” I straddled him in one fluid movement, pinning him with my weight. His thick cock pressed up against my own, the flimsy material a poor barrier, and my aching dick throbbed impatiently. “I think it’s time to silence that smart mouth of yours.”

The muzzle was waiting for me on the bedside table.

My hands shook as I brought it towards Seb’s face.

Viper-quick, he snapped at my fingers, teeth clicking together inches from my skin. I jerked back with a startled yelp.

“Careful, lovely hunter,” he taunted, eyes glinting. “I bite.”

Steadying myself, I grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head back. The motion exposed the elegant line of his throat.

“That’s the last time you’ll try that, creature.” I tightened my grip on his hair, satisfaction coursing through me at his sharp intake of breath. “You’re going to be punished for your disobedience.”

His lips curved into a wicked smile. “Promise?”

I secured the muzzle around his head, tightening it enough to stay in place. The metal and leather contraption transformed him into something even more dangerously beautiful.

“Now then.” I traced a finger down his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath my touch. “I think I deserve to have some fun with my prey before I end your miserable existence.”

Seb’s eyes blazed with challenge above the muzzle, and he arched up against me in silent defiance.

“Oh yes,” I breathed, maintaining my grip on his hair. “I’m going to enjoy making you submit, vampire.”

He made a muffled sound of protest, testing his bonds. I dragged my nails down his chest, watching him shiver.

My hand froze as reality crashed over me like an icy wave. What was Idoing?

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