Page 23 of Sleepless Beauties
The word trouble spins through my head. I sit up slowly and Vuitton still watches me like I’m the most dangerous creature he’s never come across in all his life.
His free hand that was against my sex just seconds ago lifts, and he holds my gaze for a second longer. His fingertips slide over his lips and he tastes me with hooded eyes lowering down my body, his dark gaze now tinged with remorse and something more.
My thighs shift involuntarily.
A long drawn out exhale falls from his lips. So much is unsaid in the way he looks at me one more time. And then he turns his back on me, slipping out the door without another word.
He leaves me there with nothing but the pounding of my heart to keep me company.
That… and an incredible sense of frustration.
Nine
Prey
He slinks out of the room quietly, like a beaten dog who was never given a bone in his mangy life.
Good.
The fucking horny barking mutt.
“You were going to fuck her!” I accuse on a furious whisper.
“I wasnotgoing to fuck her,” he growls back while he folds his arms across his chest.
He’s doing it to make himself look bigger. It’s a typical defense pose that every animal in nature does when they’re threatened.
Newsflash asshole: you’re already as big as a goddamn dumpster fire. With the brains to match.
No matter how much you puff your chest out, you’ll still outweigh me by a hundred pounds. And I’ll still kill you regardless.
I tilt my head at the dog. I shame him with just a stare. I’mthis closeto rubbing his nose in her pussy and reminding him that we don’t shit where we eat.
My thoughts get sidetracked by that visual for only a moment.
“Don’t fuck up again,” I say as I poke my index finger into his puffed-out chest. “Wouldn’t want to get her killed the way you did with Kyra.”
My lips tilt up into a cutting smile that twists up the emotions that are already eating my heart alive.
His jaw grinds. The warm brown at the center of his eyes chases out the ring of green in his iris. His beast wants to come out so fucking bad to test me.
Test me, motherfucker! You’d be one less memory of my mistress I’d have to live with.
Ten
Kira
I stand at the window of my bedroom. My pale hair is pulled tightly back, my brow feeling entirely too alert because of it. The crushed red velvet dress is perfectly form fitting, it stops just above my knees. I don’t sway in the four-inch red bottom heels as I watch the deep orange of the sunset bleed over the buildings along the horizon.
I only have minutes left in this reality I’ve known all my life.
The moment darkness falls, my whole life will bleed away into it. I’ll beher. I’ll be a High Council vampire, and all I’ll have to protect me is the surface appearance of what that power looks like.
Honestly, the surface appearance is all I really knew of Kyra in her afterlife. She gave me glimpses here and there of what happened to her, but never anything about who she really was.
Prey is right, my relationship with my sister was stale and fake. It was a bond we both wanted to keep, but we didn’t know how.
She wanted familiarity.
