Page 37 of Grotesque
His jaw clenched, eyes flashing. They dragged to my other breast as I palmed that one next.
I knew this was wrong but the way he was looking at me… I’d never had anyone look at me that way in my life. Like he wanted to devour me. To worship me. The way his pupils dilated made me just as hungry.
There was a distinct bulge in the front of his pants that told me he was already hard. Was he going to try and fuck me?
I licked my lips, not missing the way his eyes caught the small movement. I had so many questions but if I played my cards right, I would have plenty of time to ask them. “Who are you?”
His long fingers worked down the buttons of his shirt. Popping one after the other until his muscular chest was exposed. I audibly swallowed as he rolled his shoulders back to relieve himself of the material.
He looked like he had been carved from stone. His muscles were defined– too defined – he couldn’t possibly be real. With every slight movement, his pale flesh rippled over the ridges and shadows of what lay beneath. Rippled in a very real sense of the word.
Holy shit.
“I’m Corban,” he said, drawing my stare back up to his face. His eyes were heated, the pupils bigger than they had been before.
I nodded, trying to gain some control over what was happening. This could be worse. It could have been an ugly psycho that had eaten out my pussy, giving me what I could only describe as a heavenly experience as I came all over his tongue.
Fuck. Is it getting hotter in here?
His eyes dropped down.
My hand had unwittingly moved between my legs. I jerked my hand away, laying it flat on the bed.A tinge of embarrassment warmed the back of my neck.
“What do you like?”
My face twisted. “What do you mean?”
“What do you like, sexually?” The last word came out as a purr.
I bit the inside of my lip. Answer his question or submit to another one of his commands.
“I like…. it a little rough. Not painful but…” Why the fuck was I telling him that?Lie!I should have lied. I reached down and fingered off my socks.
His eyes tracked every inch of my movement. “You and I are going to get along just fine.”
That answered my earlier question of whether he planned to fuck me or not. That must be game over.
“Why are you here? What do you want?”
Corban didn’t move. He arched a thin, perfect brow.
He was giving me the opportunity to demand something of him. I could end this. I could tellhim to leave and by rules of the game he would have to… for tonight. I knew he would come back. Or I could keep playing and see what happened next.
I clamped my thighs together. He noticed that too. There wasn’t anything that escaped his predatory gaze.
“Fine,” I breathed. “I dare you… to let me see your teeth.”
Corban’s brow furrowed. Was he frowning? He stepped forward slowly and pulled back his lips. I sat forward for a better look. None of them looked sharp.
I grabbed his chin. “Open,” I said.
He was practically vibrating beneath my touch as he opened his mouth. Normal, human teeth. Every single one. He wasn’t a vampire.
“What are you looking for?”
“Fangs,” I whispered. Because while I didn’t see any sharp teeth, I did see the shape of his tongue as it moved. It was forked.
And then to my horror, his upper lip peeled back higher to reveal two little slits from which twin fangs slid free, settling perfectly over his normal teeth.
