Really. Just wants to talk protection for a bar he’s taking over when he’s back. Amalfi isn’t doing anything.
I hope. But all that sounds like every other mafioso who backs down from a possible turf war. A little saving face, an offer for us to make money from them. We protect the bar and get paid.
I strike them off my short list.
My cock aches, and I go back to my bedroom.
I stop, standing over my bound and gorgeous Elliot.
She looks good enough to eat, and I’m desperate to do just that. Eat her out. Feed her my cock, to finger her more than I have.
But the game of control isn’t just for her, it’s also for me.
Elliot’s a distraction and I’m learning to live with it while I deal with other things. My money’s on Santiago, but the Rogues aren’t to be ignored either. I am done underestimating people.
I almost killed Santiago once.
If he tries to hurt Elliot, I’ll kill him now.
Without hesitation.
I glance at her.
She fucking loves this.
Her moans pierce the air even as no one touches her. The ropes that run over her pussy and the knot that sits at her clit are soaked.
Her tits are red, nipples hard, and through it all I’m betting that she can’t decide, if she could see me, whether she wants to look at me with hate or lust or both or something else completely.
Or maybe she prefers to be in the dark.
But not with all things.
Her friend is dead. I’ll have to tell her eventually.
Fucking Vittoria.
She knows better than to eat people in our employ.
We take blood from the humans, to control, to feed a little, but Vittoria knows how much to the drop she can take before she kills. She knows where the point of no return is, and she knows where to stop before she turns them into her personal feeding vessel.
What I’m wondering is if Vittoria killed Kayla before she knew she was Elliot’s friend or after.
I’ll tell Monty. Later. When she’s calmer, more used to being a vampire.
Look at Elliot. I’m not as afraid anymore that I may lose her to her vampire side. It’s just been a fucking long time since I’ve had to deal with a youngling. I’d forgotten just how vicious they could be, how unpredictable.
She makes a small sound, and I run my knuckles over all her exposed flesh. I test the ropes on her.
I don’t mind causing her pain. She’s a vampire; her body is different now on a molecular level. As a human I’d be careful. Because I know the darker cravings in her, I know what she can take, what she wants.
The pain adds, the discomfort heightens, and I slide my fingers beneath the rope at her cunt, pulling it on her clit, and pushing two fingers into her.
As her inner muscles clamp down, I sink my teeth into her breast, sucking hard. She comes instantly, thrashing against the restraints.
I thrust my fingers into her, hooking them, riding her orgasm and manipulating it higher, into more. She’s wet and soft inside, even through the waves of contractions. And I want to bury myself in there with my cock, lose myself, what’s left of my soul, in her.
I want to stamp my ownership on her, deeper than a tattoo. Darker than the remnants of me that run in her blood.
