I push back into him, wanting him inside me, all of him. I want him opening me up, I want the glory, I want the pain. I want to feel in the way no one’s ever made me feel, and a small sob escapes me because I know I wanted him this desperately since before he changed me. I knew then no one in my life who’s ever looked at me, touched me, kissed me, can compete with Lucian.
“Don’t…stop.”
He slams balls-deep and holds it, grinding his cock inside me as he grabs a handful of my hair and leans over me, the heat of him burning my skin.
“I thought you hated me,” he says harshly.
“I do.” My word ends on a low moan as I try to move, try to make him start fucking me again.
“If you did, you wouldn’t be begging me to fuck you. But…”
This time he pulls back and thrusts in deep, then he holds it once more. A tease.
“Lucian!”
His hand in my hair tightens. “Fuck, you feel good, Monty. Tight, hotter than ever. And so slick I could ride you into a thousand sunsets.”
My body convulses at his words, and he starts to fuck me again, cock surging into me, big, thick, hard. He’s never been like this with me before. So rough, careless. And I’m on the brink, pleasure spreading as he slams into me one more time. He shudders and lets out a groan, his cock pulsating as his cum fills me.
But he’s left me right on the edge of my own orgasm. A quivering mess.
Then the bastard pulls out and lets me go.
I fall forward, sliding to the ground, and rush to pull up my leather pants with shaking fingers. When I turn, he’s putting that gorgeous dick away. It’s like being dipped in an ice bath.
Being unfulfilled has left me maddened. Infuriated. Shaking with need.
“You bastard,” I say. He knows what he did. He must. “I…I was so close.”
The choker’s still around my throat, and right now it feels heavier than before. Colder against my fevered skin.
His gaze darkens on me. “You’re going to learn the rules for your new life one way or the other, Monty, but for now? You’re not ready to be in the world.”
Life goes on as normal, or is that unlife? Regardless, it goes on for everyone apart from me.
When we got back that night, Lucian dumped me unceremoniously in his penthouse atop the VMR building, onewhere the views take in the entire city and beyond, from every angle over the breathtaking expanse of space.
I had thought vampires lived in darkness, in the tight confines of their coffins, but it isn’t true. When I hold my hand in front of the tall window as the light pours through, nothing happens.
It isn’t even warm.
Just bright light that doesn’t seem to touch me at all.
I don’t know where Lucian is, but hunger claws at me like…like I want something other than blood. It’s a hunger building from my core, something that calls for him to satisfy.
There was a moment of fulfillment at the de Santis compound, when he took me against the tree with a rough, brutal intensity. But it was stamped out when he left me on the verge of orgasm, unable to reach that peak. Left me ravenous and wanting more.
I sigh. Where is the kitchen, anyway? Is it a vast room full of blood and vampire protein bars?
Something dings, and I turn as the wall slides open, revealing a hidden elevator. And that that excites me more than the thought of food.
It’s a way out, the thing I’ve been looking for. Well, apotentialway out, since I highly doubt Lucian would have easy access in and out of his sanctuary. Getting into his office is bad enough, so where he actually lives is going to be a fortress.
What am I thinking? The entire headquarters of VMR is a fortress.
And jobs at VMR, here in the mecca of media, are coveted.
The reason, I remind myself, I’m here.
