Page 73 of Blood Taken (Blood Mafia 2)
I wrinkle my nose and put distance between me and her. She casts her gaze to the kitchen, winking at me.
“Don’t be such a prude, Demi.”
I scoff and roll my eyes. I snatch a wine glass and fill it to the brim.
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
She grows serious and comes to stand at the bar. “I’m not. I didn’t do the skinning if that’s what you’re worried about, the shawl was a gift.”
I try not to gag. “That’s disgusting.”
She lets out a wistful breath. “It was the eighteen-hundreds.”
“That in no way justifies it.”
She bristles. “Don’t you judge me, Hunter.”
I take another sip and set my glass down. “So long as you’re not skinning humans now, I promise to let it go.”
“Fine,” she tips her head to the side, her long brown hair spills across her shoulder. She sticks out her pinky. “Promise?”
I laugh and wrap my pinky over hers. “Sure.”
She squeezes my finger tight enough my eye twitches. The psycho vampire is pushing my buttons tonight.
She and Mateo are so alike.
Like an unwelcome storm, thoughts of Mateo cloud my otherwise happy mood. My promise to him rings through my head.
What the hell was I thinking?
Chapter Twenty-Two
Mateo
Demi's wrapped up in a towel, having showered from her workout with Alissa this afternoon, and is searching through her closet. When she bends over to pick up a pair of shorts lying on the floor, I bite my fist.
Is she purposefully torturing me?
Clicking the button for the intercom, I watch as she shoots to standing straight and whirls around with a cute little angry scowl.
"What, no show this time, baby girl?"
She crosses her arms over her chest. "I'm beginning to think you like watching more than you like doing."
Oh, she's a tease.
"I didn't think you wanted me to do anything. I'm happy to come show you how good I am at doing all the things."
I can practically hear her eye roll. "What do you want, pervert?"
My breath catches—why the fuck am I breathing, again?—when she drops her towel and struts over to her dresser, pulling out a slinky black thong. I let go of the button for a second and groan, scrubbing my hand over my face and adjusting my cock.
She laughs aloud. "Cat got your tongue, Mateo?"
Staring at her ass as she pulls up the lacey material, I remind myself that running down there and fucking her stupid would only make her angrier. Sure, she'd come all over my dick and scream my name, but after she'd be just as mad as she is now.
Funny thing, desire and hate.
