Page 36 of Sunshine and the Vamp

“Yes, Benjamin. Just like that,” he hummed as he fucked my throat with his fingers. I could do nothing but gag and take it, imagining all the while that it was his cock I was sucking on. “That’s it, pet.”

I whimpered at the term of endearment. It took me by surprise, but I didn’t hate it. Damyr’s other hand settled on the top of my head, his fingers weaving through the soft curls and gripping them tightly.

“Such a good boy for me,” Damyr said, his voice a hoarse whisper, his restraint thin.

Holy fuck. Why did that sound so hot?

My hips started to roll as I tried to find some relief, anything,somethingto take away the ache, the burning need, the complete and utter—

“Well, this wasn’t what I was expecting to walk into,” a voice drawled from somewhere behind me.

The fog of desire in my brain dissipated faster than a snow cone in Hell.

“Acheron!” Damyr barked. “What have I told you about portalling in my house!”

I must still be out of it, because I couldn’t have heard Damyr right. Portalling?

Acheron snorted and stepped into my line of sight. “I wasn’t even sneaking around, sugar. You were just distracted. Can’t say I blame you, though. That was hot.”

His silver eyes were blown wide with desire and heat flushed over my skin. What the fuck was I doing? I scrambled backwards and tried to put some distance between Damyr and me, but the further I moved away, the more I felt like I was losing something. Maybe I should have gone for that CT scan like Maya had suggested.

“What do you want?” Damyr growled.

Acheron chuckled. “You sent for me. Remember?”

“Of course I remember,” Damyr snapped, and I had to bite back a laugh. Guess I wasn’t the only one whose brain was affected by that sudden surge of lust.

I looked down at the unfortunate man who’d been delivered to the Morozov Mansion, hoping that I could distract myself from the man currently looming over me with an intense, unrelenting lust-filled gaze pinned on the side of my face. I could feel Damyr’s stare like it was a physical thing and I didn’t know what to make of it. I couldn’t believe how close I’d gotten to making an acquaintance with Damyr’s dick. Again. Fuck, even now I still wanted to wrap my lips around it and choke on it.

Man, I needed help. Like real serious help.

This wasn’t sane.Iwasn’t sane.

I needed to think about something else or I was going to crawl back over to Damyr and suck his dick. Acheron be damned.

Right. The body.

He was in his early fifties, and I could see by the ID taped to his head, that he was a Montgomery. Now that I was looking at his face closely, I could see the resemblance to the Royal Family. Hmm… hadn’t the King’s brother disappeared a decade ago? What was he doing in Damyr’s entrance hall? Dead and looking like he’d been mauled by a bear. Accept the only claw mark that had been inflicted when he was alive was the one on his face. The ones across his abdomen and chest didn’t show signs of blood flow so he couldn’t have been alive afterwards. Why go to the trouble of gutting the guy after strangling him? The only thing I could think of was in agreement with what Vlad had said. That someone was making this murder look specifically like something else. But why?

I tentatively prodded the man’s neck and felt the telltale sign of a broken hyoid bone. There were a number of fingertip shaped bruises around his neck. The guy was definitely strangled, but judging by the state of his hands, he fought back. A couple of his fingernails were broken and his palms showed signs of trauma.

“What do you see?”

I jumped and yelped as Damyr suddenly appeared in the space next to me. The guy almost cracked a smile.

“Jesus, Damyr. Warm a guy before you sneak up on them.”

“But you scream so prettily for me.” His voice was low and husky and made my knees weak. Fuck, this man was too much.

I looked away, too caught up in the man that was Damyr Morozov for my brain to function. There were sparks and signals firing in all sorts of directions and I had the unfortunate feeling that my mouth was bobbing open and closed like a fucking fish.

“Are you okay there?” he asked, a knowing smirk on his handsome face.

“Um… y-yeah.”Fucking hell, Benji. Get it together.I coughed and pointed to the dead guy. “I was right. The guy was strangled. All these other wounds were inflicted after death.”

Damyr’s expression hardened, and I had a sudden urge to ask what he was thinking but I stopped myself. Did I really want to know? Did I really want to delve deeper into this underworld that I had already been dragged into?

I couldn’t deny there was something drawing me to Damyr, but it felt dark and dangerous. I wanted him in a way I’d never wanted anyone before, and it scared me. Not because I was terrified of him, but because I was terrified that Iwasn’tterrified. My mind rebelled at the very idea of running away and I couldn’t rationalise that.That’swhat scared me. That I wanted the danger and that I wanted to surrender to the dark. That those million red flags were just going to be completely ignored, and I was probably going to end up dead in a ditch somewhere.

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