Page 42 of Vampire Savage

I shake my head. “You,” I answer honestly. “All of you. I want you out of control. Using me. Making me yours.”

His face darkens and he looms over me, all powerful and all consuming, even in the warm light of his bedroom. I want to slide to my knees and worship him. He places one knee on the bed, bracing one hand by the side of my head and raises his other. Somewhere he’d gotten a switchblade, the shink of the blade releasing was quiet but it echoes between my ears.

“Is that right, Little Bird?” He muses, dragging the tip of the blade along my throat before bringing it down between my breasts. “You want to be Daddy’s little fuck toy?” The blade slices through the expensive silk like water, barely any pressure at all and it makes my breath hitch in excitement. His next victim is my bra. Landon meets my eyes again, gauging my response. A part of my heart—my soul—tells me he’s not looking for reassurance about the blade still teasing my now exposed navel.

I bring a hand up and caress his jaw. This man has had such violence and harshness in his life. When was the last time he had gentleness and comfort? I want to be that for him. Always.

“I’m yours,” I voice, and his breath shudders. “And you’re mine.”

“Fuck.”

Landon lunges forward, kissing me again, the blade at my stomach held perfectly still and never biting too deep into my flesh. When I’m dizzy and ready to combust, my nipples hard and aching against the sheer lace of my bra, he pulls away. With a fierce look, he slices down my pencil skirt as well, jerking his wrist at the end as it cuts through the last inch.

“I liked that skirt,” I tease, but most of the humor is missing from my voice. I’m too turned on to joke.

“I did too,” he answers, using the flat of the blade to flip the fabric off of me and bare me to him. “I’ll buy you as many skirts as you want. I love the way your ass looks in them. Like you’re just begging me to pin you down and fuck it like a beast.”

His words from earlier come to mind and I shake my head, widening my eyes. “No. I’m a good girl.”

Lan’s low rumble of laughter rocks through me and I wonder if it’s possible to come without him ever touching me. His fingertips replace the blade, teasing and stroking my thighs near my soaked panties. Each touch sends another shiver through me and it’s taking everything I have to not grab his hand and put it between my legs where my clit aches.

“These panties say otherwise, baby girl,” he says, his fingers dancing over my mound. “I can smell how wet you are. Is this all for Daddy?”

He doesn’t wait for an answer and forces his hand under my panties. I yelp and slam a hand over my mouth when he pinches my clit. It hurts but feels so damn good and it’s like my body doesn’t know how to react. Am I writhing because I’m close to getting off or am I trying to escape? He pulls back and then rips my panties from me, the waistband biting into my skin delicious before finally snapping under his strength.

Lan pushes my legs apart, forcing my knees out wide so I’m completely bared to him. He tsks and shakes his head. “Look at this mess.”

Every word of his, with that sharp edge of condemnation, only makes me slicker. I reach for him, my fingertips barely grazing his waist. “I want you naked,” I demand, a petulant look on my face. “I didn’t get to see you naked last time.”

He raises a perfectly arched eyebrow and I bite my lower lip, squirming. He moves faster than I can think, his hand gripping my face, thumb forcing my lip from my teeth.

“What did I say about biting your lip, baby girl?” He waits for an answer.

“That you’ll do it for me.”

“Exactly.” Lan leans down and sucks my lower lip into his mouth, his teeth clamping down but deftly avoiding using his fangs. I cry out, grabbing his shoulders and digging my nails in. He isn’t gentle and it hurts, and damn, it feels so good.

Then he’s gone, stepping off the bed and lifting his arms to the side. His golden eyes are full of storms and wicked promises, his face sculpted into a perfect picture of a conquering warlord.

“Undress me,” he commands.

I move off the bed, leaving my ruined skirt on the bed and letting the blouse he sliced fall to my feet. I reach up to slide my bra off before stepping towards him and Lan growls, freezing me in place.

“I suggest you obey me, baby girl. Unless you want to be punished.”

I dip my head, trying to hide the flush on my cheeks at the image his words provokes. Bent over Lan’s knees, one hand gripping my hair and the other turning my bare ass red. When I’m in front of him, I don’t need his instruction to sink down onto my knees in front of him. I dare not look higher than his toned abs, and I first slip off his black oxfords, running my fingers over the exquisite and expensive leather. Setting them to the side, I slip my hands under the hem of his pants, and remove his socks, tucking them neatly away in his shoes for now.

There’s something heart-racingly intimate about seeing a man’s bare feet. Some men have ugly or weird feet, but Lan’s feet match him. It’s a strange thing to notice, but I appreciate the fair, smooth skin, elegant-shaped toes and even nails. They’re strong, large but not overly long. They’re the feet of a man who prowls the world, assured of his powerful position within it.

Moving to his waist, I avoid his large bulge as much as I want to run my hands over it. Lan’s commanded me to undress him and I want him naked. Carefully, I undo his pants and then hook my fingers into the waistband of his tight black boxer briefs. I slide them down, releasing his fully hard cock and fold them when he steps out of them.

I want to run my hands over his strong legs, which are lightly covered by pale hair that tapers off near the top of his thighs. Instead, when the folded pants are set over the oxfords, I put my hands on his thighs and wait for his next order.

My eyes flutter shut when his hand slides over the top of my head, his fingers curling and gripping the hair at my nape and tilting me back. When the soft head of his cock drags across my lips, my eyes fly open and lock on his. It’s the only warning I have before he’s guiding his cock into my mouth. It fills me, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag, my eyes watering. Like before, though, he doesn’t let me move, and in moments, the sensation disappears and he pushes deeper until my nose is buried in the neat, pale patch of curls at his base.

I don’t question it anymore and embrace the sense of sheer relief his dominance sends through me.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Lan praises, cupping my face with his other hand. “I’ve been thinking about my cock in this mouth since I saw your first cello performance. When you play, you give yourself over to the music. I wanted to see if you’d look the same when you gave yourself to me.”

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