Page 62 of Princess Broken

And oddly—I narrow my eyes—for the first time since puberty, I don’t feel like fucking.

I gather my brothers into a small huddle. “Let’s fan out. See who’s here. Meet back at the bar in ten to make a plan.”

Phil grunts. Blade turns his gaze toward the women.

“And keep your dick in your pants,” I say.

Frowning, Blade turns toward me. “Who says I won’t?”

I shake my head, and then go toward the room at the very back of the establishment, the one where the most twisted shit typically goes down.

The big guy guarding the door, steps aside when he sees me approach, and I push through three sets of heavy, black velvet curtains, which separate the room from the bar—protection not only from prying eyes, but also the possibility of light ever getting through. The velvet curtains are over the top cliché, but clichés are why this bar is popular with the humans who come here. Some of the vamps, too, I suppose.

The back room is lit with black light, making it hard for vampires to focus at first. Our reflexes can’t decide whether to use night vision for the first few seconds.

In the corner, I spot the glowing white flash of fangs, and then detect the scent of fresh blood mingled with vampire venom. Someone is tucking in for a snack.

My vision clarifies, and I shake my head in disapproval. A male vamp is holding a female human. She’s straddling him, and based on the way her skirt is hiked up, not to mention the scents in the air, I suspect he’s inside her. But that’s not the issue. The issue is he’s got his fangs dug in at the same time. The human’s limp, high on vamp venom, and will soon be unconscious if she isn’t already.

Still feeding, the vamp pumps his cock into her, and disgust floods inside me.

The human girl slumps against him, fully passed out now. He releases his fangs but continues to pound his cock into her unconscious body. And then he discards her like a used condom, dropping her into a lump on the floor.

Another woman steps up, hiking up her skirt and tipping her head to the side. Fuck me. The asshole’s got a line of at least six women waiting to be fucked and drained and then fucked some more.

Any other night, I’d go save those girls. Make sure that asshole pays for penetrating an incapacitated human, unconscious from vampire venom, but that kind of thing goes on at Hell Hole all the damn time. Stopping one asshole won’t change a thing, and I’ve got higher priorities.

This rogue vamp is using enough venom to make these women pass out, so they’ll all heal from his rough treatment, and most likely forget what happened. These human females take the hard pounding, witness what happens to the others, but have no sense memories of how much it hurt. And it’s got to fucking hurt. No human can take the full force of a vampire’s cock without damage.

Shaking my head, I turn away.

In the far corner, I spot Enzo Francese. Perfect.

Enzo’s cock is out too. He’s pumping it mercilessly into the mouth of a female human on her knees, holding her head so tightly she’s got no fucking chance of slowing his pace or changing the depths of his thrusts—never mind stopping him.

Horrified by her gagging sounds, I stomp over just as he takes hold of her nose and squeezes it tight, stealing her last chance to breathe as he drives in so far he’s got to be blocking her throat.

Going for his dangling balls, I squeeze them as hard as I can.

Crying out, Enzo releases her and falls back against the wall. The girl collapses onto the floor. She’s heaving, still breathing, alive at least, and when she looks up from the grimy, spunk-covered floor, she’s got a glazed, crazy look in her eyes.

Shit. She’s high on venom too, or some other intoxicant, I can’t be sure which, but at least she’s alive.

Still crushing Enzo’s balls, I glance down. Above my fist, his now limp dick doesn’t look long or thick enough to have actually choked her, but that doesn’t make what he did less heinous. Humans are fragile.

Humankind might go after us without mercy with their stakes and silver, but that’s no excuse for us to treat the weaker species like dirt.

“Hey, Enzo.” I grin, looking into his pain-filled eyes. “How’s your night going?”

“Let me go.” His voice comes out like a squeak.

I relax my hold, slightly.

He exhales in relief. “Fucking hell, Crusher.”

I squeeze more tightly again. “Nice to see you too.”

“Sorry. Sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

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