Page 25 of The Sins That Bleed
Not from what just happened or his cruel words—I’ve faced many men who spit vitriol at me and treated me as an object they can fuck. I’m disgusted because Ienjoyedit. My legs are still shaking from the force of my orgasm as his warm cum drips down my legs. I should clean it off, but I can’t bring myself to.
I’m torn between being grateful and disappointed that the window he fucked me against is only one way. Part of me wanted the patrons in the club below to see me unravelled by that man, but the other part of me, the selfish part, is happy to keep it between us. I’d have had to pay the cleaning crew triple if people started fucking in my club more than they usually do.
The bloodlust had been so strong that I couldn’t move even if he commanded it. One brush of my fingers on him and I’d have drained him dry, ruining my plans. I need to feed soon before I take it out on someone else, because that’s bad for business.
Sometimes it sucks being responsible.
I push away from the sink so I can clean myself off, hiking up my dress and turning to the full-length mirror. I rotate my leg tosee his cum dripping down and my mouth waters at the thought of what we taste like mixed together.
I’m unable to help myself as I swipe a finger through the juices and suck it off. I moan at the combination of my sweet to his salty. I continue cleaning myself up this way until there is nothing left but his dried initials.
He’d claimed me.
My desire returns as though it had never been doused so I drop my dress, before I start reaching for another orgasm whilst watching myself in the mirror, and wash my hands clean. I exit the bathroom and listen for his heartbeat.
Nothing.
I ignore the disappointment that crashes into me. We hate each other so I should be glad he’s gone but I’m not. He’s stolen something from me like he said he would; I just hadn’t expected it to be a chunk of the walls I’ve built around my heart.
Why do I have to be attracted to men? So unfortunate.
I head out the side door to find Sunny and Nico—I can recognise his heartbeat now so I know he didn’t leave with his partner. I’d be surprised if he leaves at all. I find them dancing together to the beat of the song playing but not in a sensual way. They’ve decided to have a dance-off.
I chuckle as I watch them, matching each other’s energy and making the other smile. A stab of jealousy hits me out of nowhere that I’ve never experienced that free feeling with someone I might want to be with, and I never will. I’m cruel and harsh, wearing the skin of a monster while I bare my teeth at the world. I am all sharp edges, the jagged pieces ripping into everything I touch.
But Sunny, she deserves the fucking world, and I hope Nico could be the one to give it to her. I blame her for making me a hopeless romantic, for getting a sense of longing when I seeothers together. She’s made me read so many romances now that it’s tarnished my view.
No man will ever live up to fictional ones written by women.
I head over to them to interrupt and say goodnight, my reason for staying is already on his way home. “Goodnight, Sunny, have fun and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. You know how to get me if you need me.”
She squeezes me as she chuckles. “Looks like you’ve done enough for the both of us tonight.”
There’s no way to hide the scent lingering on my skin from her, and we’ve shared enough stories about our sex lives that we both know all the depraved things we’ll do to come. I turn to Nico’s tall frame and hold out my hand. I might like his aura, but I don’t let just anyone touch or hug me.
He dutifully takes my hand and shakes it. I give him a less-than-friendly smile as I pull him down to me and say, “Do anything to hurt her, petite fille, and I’ll gut you like a fish and leave you for the rats to feed on, compris?”
I lean back to look at him and see he’s wearing a shit-eating grin. “Understood. I wouldn’t dream of it, Lady V.” He throws me a wink for good measure, but I can tell he’s serious.
Smart man.
“Well then, goodnight to you both.”
I make my way back through the club to my elevator, accompanied by Zyon in silence. It’s a good sign that there is nothing to report, all is well for once. I ignore the raging thirst that’s now burning in my throat. The scent of Rai wrapped around me like smoke is intensifying the feeling in the confined space.
The soft ding of the elevator announces its arrival and I shed all human mannerisms as I make my way to the part of the skyscraper containing my private quarters, aching to quell themonster clawing at my core. Zyon accompanies me to the doors before bidding me a goodnight and retiring to his suite.
There’s no need for him to stay once I’m up here in my castle in the sky, and I like to give him enough downtime to have some fun. Slipping inside, I lean back on the doors I’ve closed behind me, taking in the dark Gothic architecture that belongs in a historical building, not a modern skyscraper.
It’s the only part of my previous life, the one before I became a vampire, that I hold onto. Growing up in northern France, it was commonplace to see complex stained glass decorating the windows, spires and towers decorating the outside, every building projecting its character for everyone to see. I miss it.
But this feels a little like home.
The entrance hall is a shadow, with columns and carvings lining the walls, barely lit to provide an ambience that screams money and danger, like a rose with its thorns. Beautiful and dangerous. The only sound is from my feet as I let them click across the floor to the wide staircase that will take me to my room.
Exhaustion pummels into me with every step I take up, not from physical exertion, but mental. When you’ve been alive for centuries, it gets heavy. So many people rely on me to keep them safe and provide them with a job so they can feed their families, and then there’s Sunny.
My sweet Sunny, who’s become the most important person to me. I’d do anything for her, to annihilate the motherfuckers who forced her into my path. I don’t regret meeting her or changing her, I only regret how it happened and hate the people responsible.
