Page 62 of House of Crimson Kisses
But how do you make someone understand that in their lowest moment, they broke their own beliefs?
Red finally looks at me. “Until you give me back those memories, you can’t make it go away… So I need you to make me feel something else. Anything else…”
“Okay, Verity,” I whisper. “Okay.”
I thrust hard and deep, and she rocks against the window. Her eyes squeeze shut as I drive the shaft into her.
Again and again.
I drag the cock out and pump in.
Over.
And over.
And over.
Her body bangs against the glass. As I thrust, she moans a melody against the muffled beat of the club music.
“Harder,” she pleads.
“I can’t,” I whine, knowing I’m losing the power in this scene.
“Then bite me,” she says and shoves back off the window, making me stumble back.
The dynamic has switched.
She marches towards me, her whole physique radiating authority, power.
“Sit in the chair.” She points at my high-backed throne, and I do as I’m told, recognising that I’ve relinquished the dominance to her.
Red climbs onto my lap. She grips my chin, tilting it exactly where she wants it.
“I—” I say.
“Quiet,” she says, and her nails dig into my cheeks. It stings. She glares at me, a searing heat boring into me.
“How can I love you and hate you all at once?” She kisses me. It’s vicious and hard and angry. All lips and tongue and nails digging into my cheeks. The pinch of her nails turns into a burn as a dribble of blood oozes out from beneath her fingers.
She releases me and slides her tongue into my mouth, lowering herself onto the cock. I thrust up into her. I might be in a sub role now, but it’s still her orgasm I’m chasing.
She bounces on my lap, her teeth grazing my neck.
“Do it,” I say.
I don’t have to ask twice. She sinks her sharp little dhampir teeth into my throat. And then she rolls her neck to the side, making way for me to bite her.
I kiss her milk-white skin and line up with her artery. It’s intoxicating. I can smell her blood even without piercing the skin, but I’m not sure I should bite her.
She pulls her teeth out of my throat and looks up at me. My blood covers her lips, her teeth, it’s smeared down her throat.
If she’s going to drink human blood, someone is going to have to teach her to do it neatly and tidily.
“Bite me,” she says again.
Her eyes are harried and wild. She’s not in her right mind.
“No,” I whisper, barely able to look at her.
