Page 30 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
How can that be? Didn’t he enjoy tasting my blood? That counts for something, right?
“I’ll let you feed from me.”
His sardonic laugh makes me wince.
“Demetria, if I wanted to feed from you I would. I don’t need your permission.”
Asshole.
I flip him off. “Screw you, Colt. This is fucked, and you know it. I never thought I’d see the day when the Blood Mafia had to use a human to ambush their enemies because they’re too afraid to do it themselves. You’re a bunch of chickenshits.”
His impassive mask hardens. “You’re not special, Demi. You’re a pawn, and the king is sending you to die. Don’t act so surprised.”
Colt
Demi’s face is her greatest weakness. Every single thought and emotion she has flickers over her features. Her eyebrows draw down severely when she’s pissed. Her mouth opens into a small o-shape when she’s surprised. Her nostrils flare when she feels like stabbing someone. Those pretty brown eyes dilate when she’s scared.
Right now, she’s pissed.
“You’re an asshole.”
I flash to her, throw her over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carry her out of the apartment. She pounds her fists against my back and tries to kick me. When she gets a mouthful of my side and bites, I grunt and smack her ass.
The squeal she lets out puts a smug smile on my face. The spanking worked though. She stopped biting me. The human is simultaneously frustrating and alluring in her rage. There’s something about the way her anger simmers—almost like a visible force you can see shifting beneath her skin—that turns me on and makes me want to strangle her all at the same time.
I don’t think she’d mind a little breath play, if the last time I had her pinned against the wall is any indication. Demi’s not an innocent virgin. She’s twisted and damaged, just like me. I think it’s part of what draws me to her, knowing she’s imperfect. She doesn’t hide her imperfections. . . no, Demi throws them in the face of the world with two middle fingers raised high.
It’s a shame Mateo hasn’t changed his mind. I’d love nothing more than to have time to learn how to break her down. Get inside her head, become acquainted with her body, and thoroughly wreck her. I groan when my cock stirs in my pants, and quickly think of something else.
Grayson was right. This woman’s gotten under my skin. I can’t wait to be rid of her once and for all.
Liar.
Chapter Nine
Demi
Whoever designed this death contraption hadn’t considered boobs. Mine are currently painfully smashed to my chest as Grayson tightens the straps and locks them in place. I glare at the vampire when he steps back to take in his handy work.
He grimaces when he sees the look.
“I don’t have a choice,” he says in a half-assed apology.
“Pussy.”
His eyes widen at my whispered word. A few of the other vampires standing nearby shoot scathing looks in my direction. They’re too busy gearing up to pay me much attention though.
Colt returns to the weapons room where he’d left Grayson and me. The room is full of gun cabinets and several racks that hold even more guns. Knives and handguns are scattered about a table in the middle of the room.
Colt checks the straps, dodges a headbutt I throw his way, and nods in approval. “Good. Uncuff her, put her shirt on, and bring her to the car.”
Colt grabs two Glocks from the wooden table, holsters them, then goes to grab an AR-15 from the rack.
Grayson removes the restraints, keeping his hand firmly on my wrist, and puts the oversized T-Shirt on me. Then he takes me to the car. Once he shoves me inside, he handcuffs my wrists to my ankles.
I curse when the metal vest bites into my thighs. “What about the seatbelt?”
“She’s pretty mouthy, Gray. You going to take care of that or should I?”
