Page 43 of House of Crimson Hearts
I shove the blade tighter against her throat. “I said that was close enough.”
“Is it though?” she says and a smile peels across the plump rouge of her mouth. Her fangs drop. Either she’s hungry or horny. Given I’m covered in blood I assume the former.
She draws in a breath, her nostrils flaring wide. Then those crimson eyes pierce mine. “Something tells me you’d prefer it if I was much, much closer.” She practically purrs the words.
Did she just…? Oh my gods. She can smell the excitement in my knickers.
I swallow.
“You can’t hide when you’re turned on,Red… In fact, you can’t hide anything from me.” She steps so close to me that we’re sharing air. The heat of my body wraps around us.
She leans in, my blade digging into her skin, a line of blood rolling down her neck. But it doesn’t stop her drawing her tongue down my cheek, swiping the blood right off it. I swear I nearly collapse as a bolt of pleasure shoots straight to my clit.
I know what she’s done, but I need to hear her say it. “Who’s blood did you give me last night, Octavia?”
She stands back, letting the cool air rush between us.
“Get in the bath or I’m going to lick every drop of that off you.” She glances down, my eyes follow hers. There’s arterial spray on my thighs, my knickers, over my pussy.
Fuck.
My thoughts are running away, my mind slipping into the idea of her drawing that tongue over my entire body. I don’t want that.
Yes I do.
No.
I can’t. But… but… the way my body is reacting, the fact I’m straining every muscle I have not to leap up and jump into her arms tells me I already know whose blood she gave me.
“It was yours, wasn’t it?” I say.
She holds my gaze but remains silent. I open my mouth to threaten her, shout at her… do what… I don’t know.
But she cuts me off. “You’re the only one…”
“Only one what…?” I say getting tired of this and desperately wanting to be away from her before I do something I regret.
“…Who will look me in the eye.”
“Oh,” I say, surprised that that’s what’s on her mind. Her statement hangs between us, and I feel like I’m missing the importance of it.
She steps back again, and the air turns icy, shivers wracking my body.
“The bath is already drawn. I had it run while you were sleeping.” Her breathing is as ragged as mine. Is she struggling to hold herself back as much as I am?
Her eyes flick to the bathroom door and then she speeds out of the room, leaving me in my underwear, covered in blood and with a raging lady boner that I’m wondering if I can casually masturbate away in her bath.
Chapter15
RED
The bath has bubbles, and I won’t lie, I let out an excited squeal. It reminds me of when Amelia and I were little and Mama would make magic bubbles in our bath. They were purple, and we used to build purple beards on each other’s faces until it devolved into flinging handfuls of the stuff at one another. And every time Mama made the bubbles, we filled the house with the sounds of glee.
I lock the bathroom door and strip my underwear off, place my blades on the table next to the tub and slip under the water. It’s gloriously warm and someone must have put oils and shea butter in the bath because the water glides off my skin like it’s made of silk.
I wash myself down, there’s an array of products for me to use, and then I just lay in the bath, wondering why she bought me to her house of all places. Why she fed me her blood. Couldn’t she have used Lennox? Or basically any other vampire other than her? Is she trying to torture me on top of taking my sister?
And thisistorture. It’s how I know she gave me her blood. Because I’m drawn to her. It’s compulsive, a need filling my entire body. I’m not even sure I want to resist it anymore.
