Page 87 of Cruelly Bitten
Only to wake me once more, this time with my bottom half hanging off the mattress while he stood and took me with significant thrusts.
I passed out before I could come.
Just to be awoken by his fangs and a vicious climax that blanked out my mind.
I fought through the fog, determined to find him—my Cam—but continued to wake up to this predatory version of him.
Days seemed to pass.
Or maybe hours.
But he’d left a few times. Once to deliver a message—something I only vaguely recalled from his cold conversation with Mira.
Another time he’d returned with a new laptop, which I didn’t even bother to touch because I was just too exhausted to try.
The cycle continued on end, leaving me more and more lost every time I passed out.
He finally noticed after… I wasn’t sure how long. He set a vial of blood down and asked me to drink it.
I did.
That happened a few more times but did little to assuage the pain echoing inside me. It wasn’t just emotional, but also physical.
When was the last time I ate or drank anything?
I’d ended up voicing a version of that concern aloud sometime later, after Cam had mentioned my waning energy.
“You’re beginning to bore me,” he’d said. “What happened to my lioness?”
His words had lit a fire within me. Because hell ifIwas going to be blamed for notperformingadequately. “Even lions need food,” I’d muttered. “Or have you forgotten that I eat?”
It’d come out snippy, my annoyance of being used like a fuck toy shining through.
I’d half expected him to bend me over and fuck me in response. But instead he’d canted his head for a thoughtful moment and then nodded. “Would you like the same food from last week? Or shall we try something new?”
Last week?I’d repeated to myself.Fuck…
I’d agreed to the Italian because I was starving.
Then I’d only eaten part of it because my stomach had been too small to fully empty the meal.
“You proved with this meal that you know my more modern tastes,” Cam had said after we’d finished. “Educate me on some of my others, starting with evening breakfast. Tell me what to order for tomorrow.”
I’d been momentarily surprised by his request, a hint of hope warming my heart.He wants me to remind him of the past.
But once I’d finished listing foods, he’d simply placed the order on his new laptop and dragged me off to the shower to fuck me against the wall.
I’d woken up again with him inside me, his appetite insatiable.
But at least he’d begun to feed me.
Although, he’d made me his personal dessert after every meal.
I’d come countless times over the last—seven? Maybe eight? Or was it nine?—days. But the experience hadn’t been for me; it’d been for him and his pleasure.
He liked making me tight. Making me wet. Making me moan.
While it felt amazing, it wasn’t. Because each climax pushed me a little bit deeper into a pit of despair.
