“I guess I have to report to a temp agency for that, huh?”
“You sound just like Tessa.”
She wraps her slim fingers around my wrists. She’s not trying to pull my hands away. But she’s not exactly leaning into it.What is she doing? If she thinks acting like a whore is going to give her the easy way out, it’s not going to work. It doesn’t matter how much I want to fuck her. Hate-fuck her. Nail her so far deep into the earth that it deposits her directly into an early grave.
I don’t fuckingcare. She won’t win me over by making me bust.
Leaning forward deposits my leg between her thighs again. She nips her lower lip, bashfulness oozing from her sharp gaze.
I dig my thumb into her trachea. The tip of my nail teases her flesh. It’s just enough to make the skin redden from the pressure but not enough to puncture. Not yet. “This is how it’s going to go. You’ll stay in my care. I will watch you closely, so I know you’re not trying to pull anything funny.”
Now for the blood draw.
She whimpers.
Just what I want to hear.
I manipulate her chin with my forefinger, forcing her to meet my gaze. Fear lives in those dilated pupils. “No funny business at all, you worthless harlot.”
“I’ve never been known for my sense of humor.”
My grip tightens. “Don’t fuck with me, little girl.”
Blood seeps over my thumb and trickles down my wrist. The harder I squeeze, the more blood is produced. She’s dripping wet—in more than one place. And then she thrusts.
I swear to all the gods I’ve ever discovered during my studies, I never knew a woman who wanted—I mean, trulyached—to get relief from just humping my thigh.
If she is up to something, if she’s trying to entice me in some way with her womanly wiles, it’s not particularly effective to just hump.
Or is that the whole trick of it?
My eyes narrow while I relieve some of the pressure from her throat. “You’re still dying to get off, aren’t you?”
Her expression tightens. A flash of heat in her eyes inspires her eyelids to flicker. “I... I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I think you do.” I press my upper thigh into the apex of her legs. She shudders while sucking air into her lungs. Fluid gushes against my leg. The scent of her arousal soaks the air, inspiring my cock to stay painfully hard.
With her lifeforce circulating my system and her desire springing my ancient needs forward, I’m tempted by her influence.
It’s unacceptable. It’s inappropriate.
It’s beyond my control.
I hate her. I must hate her. Every fiber of my being wants nothing more than to keep her beneath me where she belongs.
She traces her lips into an oval with the tip of her tongue, the shape drawing me in.
Don’t kiss her, I demand.Let her get off. Let her think she won.
My plan has nothing to do with my throbbing cock. Absolutely nothing. If she happens to hump my dick, then great. If not, it’s no sweat off my back. I’m not into her in the least.
She’s a guest. She’s a bloodslut.
She’s my sister-in-law’s sister.
Great shudders erupt from the petite woman. She’s debating her position, wondering if she can get away with getting off—without me telling her sisterorthe king. I can tell the thought dances in her eyes, inciting a riot of emotions to explode in her core.
“I’ll make you a deal, little one,” I whisper gruffly. “I’ll feed on you—” I tap her newly sewn skin “—and whatever you happen to do while I nourish myself will go unmentioned. Understand?”