Page 18 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
How does she know his name? “No. Why would he?”
“I just thought…since he saw me….”
“He saw you?”
She nods.
That bloody arsehole. He made me think I was going mad. Is this what that new term, “gaslighting,” means?
Shaking my head, I say, “I’ve known you were here for days now. I’ve been looking for you.”
And my blood thrums with anger. Not only at this woman for being so hard to find. At Xander, too. The prick.
“Come with me,” I say again, and turn away from her.
She doesn’t move immediately. I’m patient. I stride toward one of the exits, the one leading to the hallway.
She runs for the other. It leads to the Horse Breeding room. No problem. I’m easily faster than her. I enter the Horse Breeding room from one of the other entrances. She stops in her tracks. Gasps.
“You may as well come willingly,” I say.
She dodges toward the other end of the room.
Vampires are like cats. We like to play with our prey.
I pause long enough to make her think she has a chance. A smile pulls at my mouth. She’s never going to escape.
She nearly makes it to the exit, but then I’m there, standing in her way.
“How?” she asks, her lovely lips pursing into a frown.
I only smile.
She’s in full flight mode. It’s actually quite cute.
I corner her, backing her up beyond a display case and toward the wall. I think she expects to find a doorway there to the Japanese Fashion room, but it’s on the other side of the book case.
Sure enough, she looks behind her. I can hear the faint hitch of her breath. Surprise. Fear.
It’s a fucking aphrodisiac.
She tries to dart past me. I’m faster. Catch her in my arms, walk her to the bookcase. I pin her hips with mine, struggling notto rub my cock against her. I crave relief. I need it. For days she’s been tantalizing me with her scent. Now I’m holding her.
But she hasn’t consented.
“Do I have to pick you up and carry you?” I ask, close to her ear. “Will you kick and scream, love? I think I’d like it if you fought back.”
“Let me go.”
“I can’t let you do that. You’ve been trespassing in my library. Why, exactly?”
Her lips press together. Stubborn.
I inhale deeply, taking in her scent. There’s more than the flowery notes, though. I can smell female arousal. It’s not only coming from her cunt. I look to each side, to the hands I have pinned next to her head. Her left hand is pressed against the thick spine ofA Compiled History of Thoroughbreds in South America. Her right hand is pressed against two thinner tomes which I don’t recognize. It’s her right hand which smells sweet and salty.
I inhale deeply once more. My dick is uncomfortably hard.
“You were touching yourself,” I say.
