Page 46 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Four

“No, I’m telling you what your punishment will be if you don’t behave.”

I demur. “Or my reward.”

“Mouse.”

I apply more pressure to his cock. It doesn’t take him long to thicken beneath the attention of my hand. His eyes still on my mouth, he brings his thumb to my bottom lip and presses down, opening me wider for him.

I dart my tongue out to meet him and his fangs lengthen into two pointed tines.

“Maybe we could slip into a closet somewhere,” I suggest.

“Oh little Mouse, I would destroy that pussy and we’ve no time for rest.”

I squeeze him harder and he leans into me just as the latch on the Archive clanks open.

I lurch away from Bran.

The doors swing open to reveal a woman in a dress straight out of the twenties, with fringe and pearls and glinting sequins.

“I can hear you, you know!” she says. “This isn’t a whorehouse!”

“Ramona,” Bran says. “If you’re here, it’s automatically a whorehouse.”

She hangs her head back and laughs at the ceiling and the pearls hanging from her ears swing back and forth.

I have no idea what I’m supposed to think of this exchange.

“Ramona was a whore in the twenties,” Bran explains.

“I was a successful one too.” She winks at him. “That’s where I found this asshole.”

“I think you mean, I found you.”

Oh god. Did they…did he…

“No,” Bran answers before I can even get the thought out. “Ramona tried. She failed.”

She frowns at him. “Too good for whorehouses. He and his brother both. Not too good to pay me for my time though, were you?”

“I needed information. Whores always had good information back then.”

“That we did.” Ramona beams at him. In appearance, she doesn’t look much older than I am. Maybe late twenties. She must be a vampire. She’s shorter than I am, maybe five feet. Next to Bran she looks like a sprite.

Her dark, thick hair is pinned back in a chignon, not a lock out of place. Her makeup is flawless—black winged eyeliner, smoky shadow, and deep purple lipstick.

She is exactly the type of woman who should be in charge of a vampire archive. I bet she loves every single piece in here.

Speaking of which…

I try to peek around her—the doors are just barely cracked—but I can’t really spot a clue.

“Jessie!” Ramona pulls my attention away from the doors by taking my hand in her cold ones. “What a pleasure to finally meet you.”

It still catches me off guard when people of Duval House know me and I don’t know them.

Up until recently, I thought I was a nobody in Midnight. Or maybe I was and it was Bran who changed that and pulled me from obscurity.

Or maybe there were always whispers. Julian marked me as off limits. The vampires must have known there was something different about me for him to go to that much trouble.

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