Gone. Left in the past. Left back at that disgusting kingdom with all those disgusting memories. Just the thought alone doubles the intensity of every single one of my emotions.
I miss Jasper.
Darius releases my throat. The sudden break shocks me upright, forcing my hands to his shoulders. I squeeze him. “What?”
“Jasper is no more,” he rumbles. He smashes his hands to the small of my back, closing the distance between us. His grip is crushing, possessive, and alarming. “There’s onlyme.”
Lust explodes in my center. My slit quivers against his hardened cock, arousal rushing to the point of contact to slick my movement. And Iammoving. It’s too far out of my control to stop it from happening. I’m humping him and I know I’m doing it.
And I don’t want to stop.
His hand swerves around the side of my neck and then wraps around my throat. It’s so easy for him to squash me. I’m a weak pile of limbs in his arms, an impassioned woman deprived of the right kind of attention at all the right times in my life.
How can Inotthink about how this isn’t like Jasper?
His thumb presses into my trachea. “Be good.”
“I... I just...”
“If you’re good, I’ll reward you.”
I whimper. “H-how?”
My lips grow numb as I drag my slit in a long, firm movement over his massive cock. I don’t know how this happened. It’s like a dam broke inside me and I’m just soaking him with every emotion I’ve attempted to deny.
But it’s so much better like this. It’s so much more liberating.
I groan when he squeezes my throat. My arousal doubles. I’m getting ready to burst when he grabs my hips, forcing me to stay still just inches away from my brand-new toy.
I grab his wrists, practically wheezing, “Please, let me—I want to—Darius,please!”
“You only have to do one thing, little viper.”
I exhale hard and then slack my grip on his wrists, daring to meet his gaze. Chocolate swirls with decadent drops of honey, a trick of the morning light. And just as satisfying as dessert. “What is it?”
“Stop thinking about Jasper.”
I blink rapidly. Is he serious? Why does he care that I’ve had a previous vampire? Most of them want their bloodbags to have experience—that’s why I was assigned Jasper, to begin with. He didn’t need me to be trained because he wanted me to be a blank slate to his personal needs.
Yet Darius appears furious about it.
Talk about confusing.
I swallow the lump in my throat. Cool fluid slicks my skin where wounds once sat. The blood dries in curvy lines that crack when I breathe.
His eyes narrow. His pupils grow dark, dilating with more warning than desire. Let me never mistake that for the kind of soothing lust that comes from secret lovers. That’s a fuckable hatred sitting there.
Maybe we actuallyneedto fuck. Get it out of our system. Move on with our lives. It’s not like I’m going to be with him for very long.
Should I do it? Should I try to obey?
Do I have a choice?
I try to break eye contact. It’s too much to stare for so long. Yet my head refuses to swivel and my eyelids resist blinking.
It’s like I’m being commanded.
But that can’t possibly be happening either because bloodbags aren’t susceptible to charm once they’ve bonded.