Page 34 of Depths of Hunger

“Not a word, baby.” He plays with both entrances. I feel his cock slide inside my vagina just a little bit, and it hurts, but in a good way. I push back against him. I’m so wet I can’t stand it. I watch his fingers on my ass and his dick at my entrance. He rubs my clit, and I widenmy legs to take him. My breathing is ragged. “If you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going to come anyway.”

Renzo’s expression goes cold. “My little slut, you don’t come until I say so.” He squeezes my ass to remind me who is boss, but I’m too far gone. I’m so wet I can’t stand it. I push back against him and rock my hips. Renzo grabs my hips and slams into me. I swear I see stars. He pulls out and does it again. And again. And God help me, I’m calling his name.

He grabs my hair and pulls my head back as he slams into me again and again. I can’t stop myself. I come with a yell, and then Renzo slams into me once more before collapsing on top of me. I’ve never felt so fucking good in all of my life. I want this man to fuck me all day, every day. I don’t care what game he’s playing…I want him. I want him to ride me until I’m broken.

I layon Renzo’s chest, satiated. My body feels like liquid. I’m sore, but in a good way. That was better than anything I’d ever experienced, ever even dreamed of. I put my hand on his chest and gently explore it. How can there be no bullet wounds? How could he have survived? He says he’s a vampire but how can vampires really exist? It all seems so extraordinary. I just can’t wrap my brain around it. He must be playing an elaborate joke on me. Some kind of a magic trick. Maybe if I ask him, he’ll tell me. Or maybe not. I think of the times that I thought I saw fangs, that he seemed to emanate some kind of darkness.

I must be losing my mind. Panic starts to crawl out of my belly.

Renzo’s breathing is even. I slowly slide from his embrace and quietly get up. I pull on my robe and tiptoe from the room. My breathing is speeding up, and I seem powerless to stop it. I make my way down to the kitchen, hyperventilating the whole way. I find a paper bag and breathe into it.

Can it be true? Can Renzo really be a vampire? I breathe into the bag and try to reassure myself that I’m not insane. Maybe that was thewhole point of all this. He wants to gaslight me so he can take over the family and I can be pushed out of the way. Completely discredited.

I put the bag down and lean against the kitchen sink. Who the hell am I kidding? Renzo would just kill me. Gaslighting me would take way too much effort. I’m not that important now that he’s the head of the family. He got what he wanted. But what do I want?

I press my fingers to my mouth as I realize I want him to fuck me again and again.

I pour myself a glass of water and try to relax as the cool liquid rolls down my throat. I feel like I’ve entered the twilight zone, where nothing is real. I think about the times when I thought Renzo just might be otherworldly. When I recall the two bite marks on my neck, panic rises again. I reach for the bag when someone touches me.

“I knew you’d be up waiting for me,” Angelo says as I whirl around. He pins me against the kitchen counter.

“What the fuck are you doing here? How did you get in?” I demand.

“I have a key. Renzo needed me to get things sometimes. The boys running security all know me, so they let me in.”

“Well, you can let yourself back out again. Get the fuck out, Angelo,” I say as I push against his chest.

“No fucking way. I’ve worked my ass off for you for the last two weeks, and you go and make a play for Nico. You’re fucking mine. Not his. Mine.”

I stare at him. “Are you out of your fucking mind? I’m not with Nico. Get the fuck out, Angelo. You don’t belong here.”

He tries to kiss me, but I turn my head and then I slap him. “Fuck right off, Angelo. I don’t want you.”

“I don’t fucking care because I want you, and you’re going to be my little whore. We’re going to be partners because I’m gonna run this fucking family. You can’t do anything without me.” He lowers his head to kiss me again while trying to undo my robe. I twist my head and fight with him, but he’s stronger than I am.

He rips open my robe.

“Bastard!” I yell and try to pull my robe closed, but his hands areeverywhere, grabbing at my breasts, reaching for my pussy. I try to knee him but he’s too fast for me.

“You belong to me now, cunt. And I’m gonna rule this family.”

“No! I belong to Renzo,” I yell.

Angelo throws his head back and laughs. “Renzo is dead. You’re mine.”

“Never,” I say as I try to hit him in the face. I land a punch.

“You cunt,” he screams and then makes a grab for my throat.

I can’t breathe, and then I spy Renzo over Angelo’s shoulder. His fangs are visible in the dim lighting. His eyes seem to glow from within. His expression is coldly furious. I stop fighting and Angelo seems to realize there’s something wrong.

He loosens his grip on my throat and turns to see Renzo standing there. “What the fuck? You’re dead.”

“As you can tell, I’m not. But you are.” Renzo grabs Angelo by the neck. He picks him up off the floor and holds him in the air with one hand. “You touched my woman. You hurt her. You’re going to discover the true meaning of pain.”

Angelo is struggling to breathe, and his fingers claw at Renzo’s hand on his throat. “She hit…on…me. She wanted…me to…fuck her.”

I stare at Angelo open-mouthed. “I didn’t, I swear, Renzo.” Then I gather my robe around me and tie it tight. I feel so exposed.

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