Page 31 of Depths of Hunger

“You… I took over because you were in jail, and then you were dead. You died in front of me.”

I smile a cold little smile as I nuzzle her neck once again. “I was merely a bit under the weather. It takes a lot more than a few bullets to kill me.” I show my fangs. “A lot more.”

Mia’s eyes flare wide and she stops breathing. Her carotid hammers erratically under my fingertips, and adrenaline fills her blood, sweet and acrid. God, I want a taste of her blood, and I’m fucking going to have it. I lean into her and feel her curves against the length of me. It’s been a long two weeks, and I am stoked to fuck my wife and then possibly kill her. “If it wasn’t you, dear wife, then whowas it? Who ‘killed’ me?” I snarl and squeeze her pretty little neck. I breathe her in, and she still smells like strawberries.

“No,” she rasps. “You…you’re a monster.”

I smile, letting my fangs grow even longer. “I am a monster, and you’re going to fucking tell me what I want to know, or I will make your death as painful as possible, but not before I fuck you, many, many times, my little gattina.”

Mia gulps air. “I…would…never…kill…you. I’m…not stupid…I know…it would be…a…death sentence.” Her fingernails dig into my wrist as if that will make me release her.

I am inches from her. I stare into her dark eyes and for the first time since I had been shot, I feel the knots in my gut ease. I believe her. Mia hadn’t tried to kill me.

“I…was…shot too.” She struggles to get the words out, so I ease up a bit on her throat.

“What?” I demand.

“I was shot, too,” she says again. My wife licked her lips, and I couldn’t help but follow the path of her tongue with my gaze. “I don’t know if you realized that when you were…whatever. I…vampire…you’re a vampire.”

I smile. “Yes, my little gattina. You are married to a vampire.” I’m enjoying this. Her fear adds a particular flavor to her scent, and it’s making me hard as rock.

“Vampires…real.”

“Oh yes. We’re real…and we’re deadly.”

She said she was shot. I have to know if it’s true. I shift my weight back a bit and glance down. I let go of her neck and pull up her dress. It comes up over her thighs to expose her garters and lace thong. My cock jumps painfully at the sight of the black fabric against her creamy skin. I keep pulling her dress up until I see the scar on her flat belly. Rage washes over me. Someone shot my wife.My fucking wife.They will die for this.

I look back at her face. “Who?” I demand. I will have my vengeance for this. “Who dares to hurt you?”

She shakes her head. “I don’t know. Couldn’t find out. Tried everything. Angelo?—”

I cut her off. “Is he fucking you?” There’s a flicker in her dark eyes. The flecks of gold in her irises stand out as her pupils contract slightly. My heart stutters in my chest. Someone shot my wife, and now the man I thought was my right hand is fucking her.

I turn her head and capture her mouth, forcing my tongue inside. She’s slow to respond so I increase the pressure on her neck. Bitterness and lust courses through me. Unreasonable rage burgeons in my chest at the idea she’d let any man other than me fuck her. But I shove the thoughts away. I’m going to have her, take what’s mine, and make her beg.

I release her neck and raise her dress back up. I run my hand up her thigh and then rub her pussy through her thong. “I’m going to make you so fucking wet. You’re going to beg me to fuck you, beg me to put my cock inside you, but maybe I won’t. I don’t want to be anywhere Angelo’s already been,” I growl in disgust. I back her up to the glass door.

“I…didn’t?—”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Hear any lies. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, and now I find out my consigliere is fucking my wife. I don’t want to hear anything. “Not one fucking word.” I spin her around and push her against the wall. I trap her hands above her head. I use my other hand to pull down her thong and garters. Then I slap her ass. It makes a satisfying sound. I slap her again. “You want to fuck other men? I’ll teach you what happens when you let other men touch you.” I slap her again, and she lets out a little moan.

“Don’t make a sound, or I’ll snap your neck.” I’m so fucking hard I can’t stand it. I unzip my dress pants and pull out my cock. I rub it between her ass cheeks as I smell her hair. God, she smells so fucking good. I rub my fingers over her clit, and she lets out another little moan. She was already drenched. God help me; she likes being spanked. She likes the feel of me on her ass. Another moan escapes her mouth. She’s wet and getting wetter by the minute. This is what I’ve been dreaming about.

“You ready to fuck a vampire, baby? Is that what you want? Say it.”

She turns her head away from me and stays silent.

I turn her head back. “Say it,tigre, or I will make it hurt so much more than necessary.” I will break her will. She will obey me.

“Yes,” she breathes. “I want to fuck you.” There’s defiance in her gaze, and fear, but there’s also lust.

I slap her ass again. “You like that, don’t you, baby? You like it to hurt a little, my little slut.” I go back to rubbing her slick folds. She’s so ready for me. “You want me to fuck you, baby girl?” She bites her lip but nods. I sink my fingers inside her. Her hips buck. I jam my fingers in harder, and then I freeze. I pull my hand out to find blood on my fingertips. The scent is amazing. Even better, she is still a virgin.

“You’re still a virgin? You weren’t fucking Angelo?”

She meets my gaze with a small shudder. “God, no. He wants to, but I fought him off.” Her eyes are huge, and her chest is heaving. My wife has been loyal to me even though she thought I was dead.

The reality of that sinks in. That’s more loyalty than anyone except my brothers has ever shown me, and she was only my wife for a few hours before everything went to hell.

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