Page 19 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

I step back so that Dorian can see my tits, and my hand shoved down my leggings.

“I’m stroking my clit, wishing it was your fingers and your tongue, Dorian,” I tease, wanting to push him to his limits, wanting to see how reacts. “It feels so good. So, so good, but I know your touch will be better. I know your thick fingers will fill me up better than my own. I know your beautiful plump lips and talented tongue will make me wetter than I’ve ever been in my life. And your cock?” I let out a breathy laugh, surprised at my own dirty mouth. “I know it will ruin my pussy for anyone else.”

“Oh fuck, Edie. Fuck,” he roars, the veins in his neck stark against his skin as he throws himself back in his chair and comes. His semen shoots up in an arc, hitting his chest and abdomen, covering his hand.

Seconds later, my own orgasm crashes over me. It’s so intense that I stumble back against my kitchen island, the edge of the counter digging into my lower back. I hold my breath, swallowing my cry of pleasure as dark spots swim at the edge of my vision. I refuse to let Dorian hear me scream, wanting to hold on to my last vestiges of control. Eventually, I suck in a ragged breath, much needed oxygen filling my lungs as I slowly open my eyes to find Dorian staring at me in shock, his beautiful dick resting against his abdomen, and his hand and chest glistening with cum.

“Fuck, Edie, that was incredible,” he mutters, swallowing hard.

“I told you not to come first,” I say, then reach forward and slam the lid of the laptop shut.

Chapter 5

Dorian

It’s been almost two weeks since the video call with Edie. Almost two weeks where I’ve vowed to myself I wouldn’t go chasing after her like some lovesick teenager who hasn’t yet understood what it means to fully commit to a woman.

That happened just once in my life, and it killed me.

I’m not about to do it again.

So, I’ve stayed away. I’ve thrown myself into my work. Forcing all thoughts of Edie from my head. Well, almost all thoughts.

I flick my gaze to the surveillance wall opposite me, finding the monitor that displays the video feed into suite thirteen, one of the private rooms located in the bowels of my nightclub. Although I guard my members’ identities with absolute confidentiality outside the club, inside its walls every room is monitored both for their safety and that of my clan.

Grabbing a cigarette from the packet on my desk, I place it between my lips, lighting it. The slow draw of smoke fills my lungs and takes the edge off my need to enter suite thirteen and rip the head off the arsehole currently fisting his cock whilst one of my most alluring performers dances for him.

Even now, even engaged to a new woman who is pregnant with his first child, this arsehole still hasn’t learned his lesson. If I’d met Edie when she was married to this prick, I’d never have given him membership to my club.

But I hadn’t, and here we are.

Drumming my fingers against my desk, I debate whether to give in to my baser, more violent needs and end this fucker’s life for hurting Edie, or leave him to his predilections. It takes me until the last draw of nicotine in my lungs to decide.

Stubbing out my cigarette, I push back my seat and step out of my office onto the mezzanine floor, situated three stories above the heaving dance floor below. As I stride towards the edge, Deep House music pulses through the club, blending seamlessly with Madam Vaine’s honeyed voice as she performs on stage. Below, the crowd falls under her spell, every body swaying, every gaze drawn irresistibly to her. She is the jewel in the crown of Avant Garde, my business partner, and my good friend of many years now. She’s also my first progeny, changed the day I was.

“Is there something you need?” Logan asks, stepping forward out of the shadows, his eyes sharp, body taut as he scans the floor for danger.

“Relax, Logan. This is my club, remember? No one gets in or out of here without my express permission.”

“It pays to be cautious,” he replies, his shoulders dropping a fraction. “Especially since⁠—”

“Don’t say it,” I warn, gripping the rail in front of me.

“You’re distracted,” he continues, ignoring me.

As my second, he has earned the right to say what he thinks, especially when it comes to my safety and our clan’s. It’s for that very reason I don’t rip his throat out with my bare hands. That and the fact he’s like a brother to me.

“Listen, I hear you, and I know what I have to do to set things straight. I have a plan.”

“And that is?” he asks, his watchful gaze dropping to the dance floor below.

“I’m going to fuck her out of my system.”

“And you think that’s going to work?”

“It has before, hasn’t it?” I reply.

His silence is telling.