Page 26 of Sunshine and the Vamp

“Well, if you’ve finished gawking at me, you can go.” I’d rather sit here and stare at the walls than listen to whatever else this guy had to say. I also, maybe, wanted to throw myself a pity party for one.

“Oh, you’re no fun, Benji,” he said with a pout as he flounced himself over to me and dropped his ass on my knees. “You know, you really should try and keep the crazy ones happy.”

I scowled at him and tried to wriggle him off my knees but it was no use. He wrapped an arm behind the back of my neck and got himself comfy, crossing one long leg over the other.

“It would make me happy if you got off me,” I grumbled. It wasn’t likely but a guy could hope.

“What’s that? You want me to get you off?” he said gleefully, before thrusting his hand between us and going for my dick.

“No!” I yelled and squirrelled my hips back as far as I could. “Absolutely fucking not!”

He laughed manically, throwing his head back and arching his long neck. “I’m just playing with you. You’re not my type anyway. I like my lovers big enough that they could throw me around and fuck me into the mattress until I think I’m dead. Know what I mean?”

I hummed in agreement before I could stop myself. Heat rushed up the side of my neck at his rueful smile.

“I knew it!” He tucked his head under my chin, and I got a waft of old leather and sandalwood. It reminded me of an old library and was oddly comforting. “I bet Damyr will fuck you into the mattress if you ask nicely. He’s the kind of guy that’s full of pent-up rage. I’m almost jealous that he won’t be taking it out on my ass.”

I snorted at that. Damyr was good looking and incredibly seductive, but I wasn’t letting him anywhere near my ass. Now or ever.

But those hands…

Nope.Stop it, Benji.

Those dark lines that swirled to make those intriguing snake tattoos…

I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t think the guy could charm his way into my pants. Hell, I’d nearly let him touch my dick already. I wasn’t going to let that happen again. The guy had kidnapped me, tied me to a chair and left me.

But he had also brought my cat so Maurice wouldn’t be left on his own. Which was kind of sweet, in a really fucked up way.

Wait. What was I thinking?!

No, Benji. Damyr is a crime lord. He probably kills someone before breakfast every day and has his own personal cemetery full of dead people. No custom three-piece suit is going to hide the bad guy, even if it does make him look fucking delicious. And those damn forearms…

Fuck, my mouth was watering.

Was I drooling? I swiped my chin with my shoulder just to make sure.

Nope. We were good. No dribble.

The door creaked open with an ominous screech. Slow, purposeful heels clacked along the floor before the outline of a body emerged from the shadows. I swallowed and flexed my fingers, nervousness flooding my system.

“Acheron, you really are tempting fate sat there, aren’t you?”

Byron stepped out of the darkness and into the halo of light surrounding me. His eyes still as cold and frigid as I remembered. Something about the way he looked at me made my blood shiver. It was like he was dissecting me, little by little, and figuring out the best way to kill me. It was damn uncomfortable and I’m sure I’d be squirming if I weren’t tied down.

“Oh hush, Byron. I’m only having fun,” Acheron – who I’m guessing was the blue haired rainbow in my lap – said with a smile.

“Get out of the little bird’s lap, or I’ll make you,” Byron said coolly. “I don’t want to have to cut up your body into little pieces for the bears to eat.”

Acheron unfurled himself and stood gracefully. “Promises, promises.”

“The boss wants his new pet upstairs.” Byron stepped closer and pulled a knife from somewhere. The movement was so fast I didn’t see where it come from.

I flinched at the sharpsnickas the butterfly blade unfolded and Byron smirked at me.

“Don’t worry, little bird. I’m not here to kill you.”

“Oh, good,” I replied with more confidence than I felt. “And don’t call me little bird.”

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