Page 30 of Sunshine and the Vamp

He leaned into my personal space, so close that the tip of his nose brushed my cheekbone. “Does this feel real?”

“Yes.”

His teeth nipped my earlobe. “And this?”

“Yes.” I gasped at the sudden, sharp sting.

He pulled back, his eyes locked on mine. “You belong to me, Benjamin.”

“Are you going to hurt me?” I asked with a nervous swallow.

“Yes, but only in the best way.” His grin was feral, and that smile did something to me.

It fuckingbrokeme.

I surged forward and crushed my lips against his. He reacted instantly, thrusting his hands into my hair and gripping it hard enough to hurt. Pain lanced across my skull and desire zinged straight to my cock.

He yanked my head backwards, forcing me to bend to his will as he loomed over me. He controlled the kiss completely, pushing my lips open wide so he could explore every inch of my mouth with his tongue.

Heat flushed my skin as he pulled me onto his lap, and I groaned as his hard length pressed against mine. Fuck. He was big. Bigger than me. This must be a fever dream. There’s no way I’d do this under any circumstances. I was kissing my kidnapper, and it was absolutely ruining me.

Damyr kissed me like he owned me, like he was entitled to every gasp, moan and sigh that he wrung from my body and damn if I didn’t want to be owned by him. To be bent over and fucked at this island. To be marked and branded by him.

“This is madness,” I growled against his lips.

“Or brilliance.”

“Huh?” I couldn’t string a coherent thought together, not with how he was rolling his hips beneath me and sliding his hard cock between my ass cheeks. I kissed him again, frantic and wild. It was all teeth and tongue before Damyr pulled back and sucked hard on my bottom lip. There was a sharp sting as he nipped at my over sensitive lip, hard enough to break the skin. Blood dripped into my mouth, not much, but enough that I could taste the copper tang.

Damyr’s tongue darted out and swept across the cut, soothing the pain away. That shouldn’t be hot. I shouldn’t enjoy the way he groaned, deep and guttural, as he tasted my blood, but I did. Fuck me, but I did. How could something so wrong, something so depraved, make me feel alive in a way I never had before.

“Benjamin.”

My name sounded like a goddamn prayer rumbling from his lips and I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to. I dragged his mouth back to mine and gasped as he sucked even harder on my bottom lip. Fuck, I felt that all the way to my balls.

I ground my hips down into his, loving the way he hissed deep into my mouth. I wanted to know what other sounds he made. Could I make him—

Nails scraped along my skull and a cry of outrage filled the room. Someone jerked me backwards and off Damyr’s lap. I fell to the floor with a thud, my hands scrambling to keep me upright as my brain tried to process what was going on.

A foot slammed into my chest and pushed me down, my hands slipping out from under me with the force. I tried to move but the sharp stiletto point of a red-soled shoe dug further into my chest.

“I wouldn’t move, if I were you.”

I trailed my gaze from the shoe threatening to end my life, up to the face of a woman who stared down at me with eyes dripping with venom.

Clad in a tailored black pant suit, she towered over me, her bright red lips pulled back in a vicious snarl.

“Damyr, who is this?” I asked with a curious glance over to him. The guy looked dishevelled and it kind of made him look adorable. If it weren’t for the pinched grimace twisting that mouth that had just been on mine.

“My wife.”

Excuse me?! What the fuck?!

Chapter Ten

Damyr

Fury and rage like nothing I’d ever felt before made my skin crawl and my fangs ache. I really needed to revoke her invitation and get my keys back because this was getting ridiculous.

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