Page 71 of Rage

“Bring these with you.”

“Okay.”

Castille pinched the centre of her uniform’s zipper with one hand and then, pulled her zipper up with the other. Her hard nipples ached, longing for his calloused fingers. But she’d wait. What was another day when she’d been waiting all her life?

Chapter Twelve

In spite of her growing excitement, Batya got enough sleep to feel decent. When she went into the dining area for breakfast, she cast furtive glances around the room for Castille.

He was at the largest table with Khyron and Jimena. As they chatted animatedly, he took a large bite of toast. Absently, Batya wondered how sharp his teeth were. Maybe she’d have a chance to find out.

“You can’t keep your eyes off him either, huh?”

She raised an eyebrow at Merrill.

“The whole blood drinking thing?” the redhead continued.

“Oh.”

“I mean, holy shit. I know he’s called The Butcher, but I didn’t expect that.”

Batya shrugged. She didn’t feel like feigning outrage.

“To each his own, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

Thankfully, they moved on to another topic.

The next time she looked at him, their eyes met and his lips curled in a slow smile. When she smiled back, he stuck histongue out and dragged his butter knife from its middle to the tip.

Warmth grew between Batya’s thighs.

Christ, why wasn’t it night yet?

Castille returned his attention to the people in front of him. Shaking her head, Batya concentrated on her breakfast and wondered how she’d fill her time.

Chapter Thirteen

Batya gave herself ten minutes to get to Castille’s room. It wasn’t that far from hers but she liked being prepared. She had a lie on the tip of her tongue for anyone who wanted to know why she was up so late but there was no-one.

He was shirtless again. This time, she didn’t bother to hide her appreciation for his muscular body.

“Come in.”

She stepped in and he braced her against the door while he closed it. Batya’s breath caught. Castille dipped his head, letting his lips hover above hers. He ran his hands up her hips – light touches barely brushing on her cotton pants.

He lifted her blouse’s hem slowly. The light material grazed her cool skin. While Batya waited for his hands to move further, Castille tugged her knives from her waist. He moved further into the room with her prized weapons.

“Have you used these in blood play before?”

“Blood play?”

Castille peered at her creased brows with widened eyes.

“Oh, you’ve never done it before have you? Blood and sex?”

“No, I—I mean, I’ve thought about scratching someone hard enough to draw blood but that’s it.”

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