We were still kissing as we stumbled back towards the street.
“Wait,” he said, before we risked the clear sight of people.
He licked the remaining blood from my lips, then wiped his own with a fresh handkerchief.
“Let’s get around the corner and I’ll hail us a cab,” he said, and I followed meekly as he guided us away.
Chapter Fifteen
Wesatinsilencein the cab, with Hans’ dark gloved hand on my thigh. The driver had the radio on, blaring out politics news, but still, we didn’t risk a conversation between us. I wouldn’t have known what to say if we’d tried.
The quiet between us only added to the tension. Whispers of thoughts, and images and feelings.
“Here, thank you,” Hans said to the driver when we were a few streets down from his house.
He paid in cash, then led me in the opposite direction.
“I guess you’re used to acting like a criminal,” I said, realising how shaky my voice sounded.
He held my hand tightly. “Yes. Things have become slightly more skilled on the technical side of detective work in recent times, but we’re still hardly dealing with Sherlock Holmes on our case, luckily.”
He put us on the true route to his house once the cab was out of sight
Here goes.
I was tingling all over when his street came into view, the taste of the thief’s blood still thick in my mouth. If I hadn’t been so possessed by my need for Hans, then I would have been exhausted beyond all recognition, but I couldn’t be. I was far, far too hungry for Hans’ teeth and his kisses, not to mention his cock.
The perverse nobility in him was so attractive it drove me insane.
“I know what you need, don’t worry,” he whispered as we walked. “Just wait until we get inside.”
My stomach did a fresh lurch as he turned his front door key with his gloved hand, and he wasn’t lying in his promise. I was slammed up against the hallway wall the very second the door closed behind us, and his breaths were hot on my neck, teeth teasing.
It was torment.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, Hans, bite me now! Do it!”
“Patience,” he said, and the authority in his tone was power. Absolute, total power.
He tugged my dress down with enough strength that it tore, but I didn’t give a fuck at the sound of lovely blue satin ripping. I shrugged my bolero off and stripped the ridiculous choker from my neck, offering my wounds and secretly hoping,praying, he’d hurt me just like he had before – his teeth in the same clotted bite marks. His mouth fresh with another man’s blood.
Fuck, I was feeling so… dirty.
“Don’t chastise yourself,” he said as he took his gloves off. “This is the natural reaction to lust mixed with shock. It’s relief.”
He ran his tongue over the very wounds I was thinking about.
“Blood play drives a lot of beautiful filth, Katherine. Needs and desperation certainly fuel the imagination. Yours is only just beginning to start roaming free.”
“Imagine where the fuck it’s going to lead me, then,” I whispered.
“Don’t worry, I imagine it plenty. I’ve been imagining it for years.”
I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my panties off and kicked them away from me with my torn excuse of an evening dress, aching to have my flesh next to him. I moaned as he shrugged his jacket off and let it fall. There was a solid clunk of the knife as it hit the floor tiles, and BOOM, the memory came back to me in vivid colour. A soulful beast like Hans slitting the throat of the soulless beast in the restaurant yard.
He helped me as I tore off his shirt and tie in a frenzy until his chest was naked and pressed up against mine. He pinned my wrists above my head, gripped tight with one of his long, sculpted hands.
“BITE ME!” I cried out like an addict.