Page 29 of Sunshine and the Vamp

Bad Benji.

What happened to the Benji who made sensible choices? Clearly, he’d taken a hiatus when I’d thrown my badge at the hospital board and now all I had left were impulsive decisions and lust for a guy who’d kidnapped me. Man, a psychologist would have a field day with me right now.

“Um, thank you,” I managed to get out.

“You’re welcome.”

I went back to my pasta and carried on shoving the delectable treat into my face. It really was good. Damyr kept his gaze fixed on me as I moaned and groaned my way through my meal. If I were at home, I’d be licking the plate clean but that probably wasn’t going to give a good impression.

“That was delicious,” I said as finished my last mouthful.

“It was,” he replied, his voice a hoarse whisper. The guy looked at me like he wanted to devour me, and I had to keep reminding myself that he was a bad guy.

I turned in my seat to face him. “Are you going to kill me?”

Damyr cocked his head like a German Shepherd. “No. We’ve already been over this. Why are you asking again?”

I shrugged and propped my elbow on the islands surface, cupping my chin in my hand. “Just curious. Seems an odd thing to do, to kidnap me then cook for me. I guess I’m just trying to figure you out.”

“You’d be here for a long time trying to do that.” Damyr looked almost wistful as he spoke, his eyes taking on a far off look for a moment before snapping back to mine with the dark intensity that seemed to pour from him.

“Do you still want to keep me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

His dark brows pinched. “I… I’m not sure.”

That seemed honest. “Don’t I know too much?”

“What?”

“In the movies, the guy who’s seen the bad guys’ faces always ends up dead.”

“This isn’t a movie, Benjamin. There’s definitely more danger here.”

I should be worried, should be looking for an escape but I couldn’t seem to take my eyes away from Damyr. It was like something was holding me captive.

He leant closer and his palms cupped my face. His skin was cool against mine, a soothing caress that I wanted to sink into. I reached out and mirrored him, dragging my fingers across those razor sharp cheek bones. “What power do you hold over me, Damyr? Why am I not running from you?”

It was a valid question and one I couldn’t seem to find any logical answer to. The last twenty-four hours had been the weirdest, most upheaved hours of my entire existence. Maybe this was just a dream. Perhaps I was experiencing psychosis. Whatever it was, it was madness.

“I don’t know, Benjamin,” he replied with a small smile.

I couldn’t help but notice how pointy his teeth were. I stretched out my finger towards his mouth.

“Careful. I bite.”

I swallowed, my mouth suddenly drier than the desert, and my hard cock pressed uncomfortably against my zipper. I knew this was wrong, knew it was mad, but I pressed my finger against one of his sharp, sexy, pointy incisors.

I gasped as Damyr bit down, not hard enough to pierce my skin, but hard enough that my dick certainly took notice.

He took my finger into the coolness of his mouth and wrapped his tongue around it, sucking it like he probably would my cock. With long hard drags of his tongue and suction I’d most likely feel all the way to my balls.

He released my digit with a pop, and I spotted a small indent on the tip of my finger where he’d bitten me. The guy had marked me, like an animal, and I’d willingly let him. God, there was something wrong with me because Iliked it. I wanted him to mark me any way he could.

“Are you real?” I asked breathlessly.

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