Page 58 of Kiss of Blood and Sin

I glanced at the bedroom door, steeling myself for the tour ahead. With Dimitri by my side, it was bound to be anything but boring. I just prayed it wouldn’t end in another fight. Angelo hadn’t been happy when I left the kitchen and it would be just like him to take it out on Dimitri, especially if Dimitri got smart with him.

Maybe Angelo would leave and I could show Dimitri the house and coax him back to bed for a long day of claiming each other over and over again. The thought bloomed in my mind like a firework, its sparks cascading through my body and igniting a smoldering heat in my core.

I closed my eyes, imagining Dimitri's hands on my skin, his lips trailing fire across my body. My fangs itched,longing to sink into his flesh, to taste his blood on my tongue. The memory of our last intimate encounter made my breath catch in my throat.

My fingers absently traced the curve of my neck where Dimitri had last bitten me. The phantom sensation of his teeth breaking my skin made me shudder with desire. I could almost hear his voice, low and husky, whispering my name.

The sound of the shower shutting off snapped me back to reality. I blinked, realizing I'd been standing there, lost in my fantasies. My cheeks would have flushed if I'd been human.

I smoothed down my clothes, trying to compose myself. But the thought of spending the day exploring Dimitri's body instead of the house refused to leave my mind. My skin felt too tight, every nerve ending alive with want.

As I heard Dimitri moving around in the bathroom, I found myself hoping fervently that Angelo would indeed be gone. The house tour could wait. Right now, all I wanted was to lose myself in Dimitri's arms, to forget about the danger and drama, if only for a little while.

I bit my lip, picturing Dimitri emerging from the bathroom, water droplets clinging to his skin. Would he notice the hunger in my eyes? Would he feel the same urgent need coursing through his veins?

My body thrummed with anticipation as I waited for the bathroom door to open. House tour be damned. If I had my way, we wouldn't be leaving this bedroom anytime soon.

Chapter Thirty-One

Dimitri

The water pulsed over me, turning cold just like the thoughts swirling around in my head. I suppressed a shiver, but whether it was from the icy spray or the weight of my mission, I couldn't tell. Gianna and Valentin’s lives were in my hands. No pressure, right? Just the small matter of finding a magical mirror before dear old dad decides to play puppeteer with their well-being. Because apparently, family game night wasn’t dysfunctional enough already.

Jaxon claimed that Angelo had a little accessory—the Solarite Ring—that would send the high priestess back to the minor leagues. Supposedly, it could melt those creepy dolls. The little bastard better not be lying to me, or I’d make my own Malefic Puppet of Jaxon and make him die again and again. Two birds, one stone, and all that jazz.

So here I was, playing the part of doting mate and reluctant chauffeur, all while trying to pull off a supernatural heist. I was vampire extraordinaire and unwilling secret agent.

I had to find these objects. Failure wasn’t an option, unless I wanted to see Gianna and Valentin dancing to someone else’s twisted tune. And let’s face it, neither of them had the moves for that kind of performance.

The irony wasn’t lost on me. Here I was, about to steal from the vampire mafia to save the girl I lo—nope, not going there. To save Gianna, all while she thought I was just eager for a house tour. If this wasn’t the plot of a bad vampire romance novel, I don’t know what was.

But hey, no one said being devastatingly handsome and heroic was easy. Time to channel my inner Ocean’s Eleven and pull off the heist of the century. All while looking damn good doing it, of course.

As I exited the shower, steam billowing around me like a dramatic entrance in a B-movie, my eyes fell upon Gianna lying on the bed, draped in nothing but a pair of sparkling diamond earrings. A sly grin spread across my face as I cocked an eyebrow at her, my towel dangerously low on my hips.

My bloody mission could definitely wait.

“Well, well, well,” I drawled, leaning against the doorframe with exaggerated nonchalance. “Are you trying to distract me? Because I’ve got to say, it’s working. I’m suddenly feeling very...forgetful about that house tour.”

“Maybe I am,” she replied with a mischievous glint in hereye. “Are you going to pleasure me, or do you want a boring tour?”

I sauntered toward the bed, my eyes roaming appreciatively over her form. “You know, if this is your way of redecorating, I highly approve. Though I have to say, I’m a little hurt. Here I thought I was the best view in the house.”

Pausing at the foot of the bed, I smirked down at her. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you. But I thought we were supposed to be on our best behavior. This?” I gestured at her body, “This is positively wicked. I like it.”

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. “So what’s the plan? Are we skipping straight to the bedroom portion of the house tour? Because I’ve got to say, I’m suddenly very interested in a...thorough inspection.”

“Inspect me, ” she whispered seductively, her voice low and sultry. She laid on the body, her body bare and vulnerable, every curve illuminated by the soft glow of sunlight.

I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire course through me as I watched her fingers trail down her naked form, tracing over the swell of her breasts and lingering on the rosy buds of her nipples before moving lower to spread her thighs. The scent of her arousal filled my senses, sending a primal need pulsing through my veins.

With a hunger that burned through me, I climbed onto the bed and began kissing her trembling leg. “Oh, I will, darling. Every inch of you,” I whispered huskily against her skin.

Ever since her brother had left me bruised and battered, I hadn’t been able to fully please Gianna. This was my chanceto show her that I wasn’t weak, that I could give her the pleasure she deserved. Slowly and methodically, I kissed my way along her dark mound, reveling in the way her body arched and trembled beneath my touch. Then, my lips closed over the tender petals between her legs, bold and devouring as if I had found another mouth to torment. I grasped her hips firmly, pinning her to the bed as I took my time with her.

She panted hard, her fingers clawing through my hair as waves of pleasure washed over her. In a moment, there was nothing else in the world but her—I was lost in her fiery passion.

I glanced up at her, my smirk widening. “Just don’t tell your brother. Something tells me this isn’t quite what he had in mind when he made me the chauffeur. Though I’ve got to say, the perks are much better than I expected.”

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