Page 62 of A Bond with the Dark

The smell was not great—smelling like old milk, body odor, and burning medicine. In one corner was where donors waited, charging anywhere from $20-$80 for a drink, depending on how long the vampire wanted to feed. The eerie candlelight threw obscure shadows onto the donors’ faces, most of them skin and bone with greasy hair and moldy clothes.

On the other side was the drug den, where multiple people crouched in the corner holding spoons and cooking dope, others driving needles into their arms for their fix.

I always hate going to places like that, as it wreaks havoc on my conscience. I wouldn’t say I like seeing people powerless over things that are beyond their control, as it reminds me of the times I’ve been lost inside my own addiction.

On the way out, Jesse showed me the entrance to the Neverdusk Dominion.

It is below the Bellagio Fountain.

Later today, as Sayah and her friends explore the city, I will continue my quest to find anyone to help the grimspawn infestation.

The only thing I have to worry about—one more thing I have to worry about to add to my pile of worries—is that I think Sayah is starting to suspect something different about me.

20

A WARNING

SAYAH

When I open my eyes, the room’s dark as the sun’s still asleep, yet the city lights twinkle wildly outside.

We’d fallen asleep on the floor since the bed’s broken and a little tilted.

His arm drapes over my side, holding me from behind, and his soft snore hums in between my shoulder blades.

My right hip has gone numb from the hard floor, and although he had covered us at some point during the night with the white comforter, I’m still a little chilly being naked and on the floor. I try to shift my weight to get the throbbing pain digging into my hip to go away, but when I do, I rouse him awake.

He suddenly jolts up.

“What time is it?” he asks, jumping up to find his pants where he had deposited them in the throes of our passion. His bare ass is cute and round and has a nice, hard shape. Bubble butts on men are the best. “Oh, thank gods. It’s only four. I have to get in the shower.”

I try not to notice his gorgeous penis, which is still large when it’s soft. I tingle again, wanting to feel him all up in me again.

“What time do you have to be there?” I ask, sitting up and pulling the comforter to cover my boobs.

“Before the sun comes up,” he says, bending down and kissing me, pulling the comforter away.

“Mmm,” I moan against his lips.

He pulls me up and escorts me into the shower with him, and I scuttle behind him on eager feet.

Turning on the hot water, the room fills with steam as he kisses me hungrily, shoving me gently into the shower as his soft penis begins to grow while he cups my breasts.

This time was not as long as last night, but I still climaxed hard as he had me pinned against the shower wall and fucked me from behind, standing up.

After the shower, he dresses for work as I climb into the crooked bed, hair wet and dripping, closing my eyes while feeling completely satisfied.

With life. In my situation. Myman.

Drifting back to sleep, I feel him kiss my forehead before he leaves.

When I awake again, the sun is blazing in the room, causing all the white things within to glow. I draw up from the broken bed and head to the bathroom to grab a robe.

Entering the main room, Claire and Anna are awake, snacking on some room service.

“Hello there, sex hair,” Anna says, tossing a piece of Danish at me.

Snatching it out of the air and popping it into my mouth, I ask, “Is it bad?”

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