Page 74 of Sleepless Beauties
A heavy thought of embarrassment fills my chest but I shove it all away. I stomp it. And then I look up at the vampire storming away from me.
With a haze of blood red mist I’m in front of him. I flurry in with sparkling magic drifting around my hair and eyes as I stare up at the arrogant asshole.
“Fuck your mark, Prey. And fuck you too.” My chin lifts. I still want him.
The push and pull between us is electric and sparking and the hate he wears for me, it just makes all that needy energy burn up when we’re near.
“Don’t claim me.” I lean in close to him, nerves firing through me with the brush of our hair as I whisper along his ear. “Spend the rest of your miserable fucking life without feeling the ecstasy a mate can bring you.” My lips press to his cheek with a sweet fuck-you goodbye.
But his hand snaps around my jaw before I can pull away. Sparking energy strikes between us. His other hand grips my thigh and he lifts me without warning. My back slams to the wall and his hips press into me nicely. He weights me against the brick and his head buries in my neck as he grinds into me slowly at first.
It’s a twist of consciousness it seems. He starts so slow. But with a grunt of power and dominance, he shoves down his jeans and slams into my wetness so hard my gasp is a soft, empty shriek.
“Fucking ecstasy huh?” He fucks me so hard the brick wall scrapes against my shoulders. His hand never leaves my throat and still he slams into me over and over again, using me and hurting me so much it’s good.
His teeth drag over my neck but it’s like he refuses to give me the release his bite might bring to me.
“It feel good yet? When’s it supposed to feel good for me?” He insults me as he spreads my thighs further apart. His fingers dig in on either side of my wind pipe. His growl is a low violent sound along my shoulder.
My nails sink into the back of his neck as he slides in so deep pain stings ever so slightly among so much tangling pleasure.
“Prey,” I gasp, my thighs tightening around him as his thrusts grow reckless and wild.
“Fuck,” he hisses as I cling to him harder. “Fucking human. Fucking beautiful human. Fucking,” he breaths me in and his hips slow, his cock sliding against my sex with more affection than violence. “Fucking mate,” he whispers against my neck as his hands both settle low on my ass and his rhythm is an intense grinding that I hope never stops. “Why did you have to mark on me, my Pretty Human?” He leans his temple against mine as his mouth parts wide without words.
He holds my gaze as we both gasp against each other.
He builds so much energy between us with just the depth of his gaze. The rocking of his hips push deeper. Deeper. So fucking deep until...
My nails drag down his shoulders hard as my screams cry into the crook of his neck as he holds me and lets me fall apart in his arms with shattering colors falling behind tightly clenched eyes. I shake and tremble and he thrusts in slower and slower before he stiffens in my arms.
As the magic sizzles like tingling numbness along my flesh, I realize we haven’t kissed since the demon first commanded us to. It wasn’t affection or love like Vuitton described.
It was just fucking.
We’re a heap of shaking breaths and hesitant looks out of the corner of our eyes. The way he looks at me from my hair to my mouth and everything in between, I know.
Despite how hard my heart’s pounding just for him.
I know he’ll always hate me.
Maybe they all will.
But I’ll be here anyway.
Fucking up their lives even more.
Until I get exactly what I want.
Revenge.
Epilogue
Rival
Painlike I don’t remember in the last several centuries burns through my shoulders and back. My head lulls but when my eyes open, only gritty dirt across old stone is all I see. I shift but my hands stay tightly in place above my head. The chains clash as I fling my head violently up to see what holds me bound.
“Ruddy cunt,” I hiss out with a mixture of raw anger and slicing pain.
