Page 72 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
I haven’t lost all of my marbles, I know what I have to do. My teeth dig into his arm when I bite down, and I clench them so hard my jaw hurts.
Mateo grunts. He grips my hair with his hand and tries to pull me back. I bite him harder.
“Demetria, enough,” he whispers harshly.
The words are filled with supe power, and I release his arm when he rolls me with it. I lick my lips, tasting him for the last time, and scowl.
“I wasn’t done, Mateo.” His blood is working through my system already, and I feel like I’ve drunk four cups of coffee in a row.
My head jerks back when he pulls on my hair again. I laugh.
“Oh yeah, baby, just like that.”
He growls. “You’re impossible.”
His grip is painful, so I lean into it, relieving some of the strain on my scalp.
“Would you rather I cry or beg for my life?”
“No,” he says, those black eyes burning into mine.
When he doesn’t move to release me, I cock an eyebrow. “Why’d you give me your blood?”
“So no one would mess with you.”
I narrow my eyes. “What did you do?”
Mateo drops his lips to mine unexpectedly, only he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he lightly licks what I assume is a speck of his blood.
“I marked you.”
What now?
The supe strength gives me the upper hand for a second, and I smash my head into his nose and twist out of his grip, crying out when a piece of my hair is ripped out. I’m too angry to care though, and I launch myself right back at him, wrapping my legs around his waist and clutching his neck with my hands.
He tumbles to the floor with the force of my body. My knees bang against the floor, and my feet are caught beneath his back, which he has slightly lifted off the ground.
Is he trying not to hurt me?
No, that’s stupid. Why would he do that?
“I should kill you,” I hiss the words. “I don’t want your mark.”
“Too late.” His voice is strained.
Smirking, I squeeze harder. When his eyes bleed fully to onyx, I realize they were never black to begin with. They were dark brown.
“What am I?”
He ignores my question, bucks his hips, and rolls so he’s lying on top of me and I’m smashed under his large frame. Even with my temporary supe strength, I can’t fight my way out from under him.
“If you want to know, you have to stop fighting.”
I laugh. “I’m not stupid, Mateo. You’re not going to tell me if I stop.”
He shifts and his cock presses against my thigh. He’s fully erect and not one bit ashamed. “I’ll tell you, but only after you drink my blood two more times.”
“Let me guess, then I’ll be tied to you for the rest of my life?”
