Page 41 of Sunshine and the Vamp

Well, I’d be fine for maybe a week. The mouthful of Benjamin’s blood I’d had earlier would have to be enough.

Vlad handed me a glass of bourbon and sat next to me. I swallowed a large mouthful, glad that the burn of the alcohol removed the awful taste of Alice’s blood. “Is she okay?”

“Who? Alice?” Vlad undid his tie and the top few buttons on his shirt. “She will be fine. The doc is tending her wound. I’ve asked Aleksey to wipe her memory and send her home.”

I rubbed my hand down my face. At least that was one problem solved. “What are we going to do about Theo Montgomery?”

Vlad frowned. “That’s a tricky one. As far as I can see, we have two options. Hide it and risk the wrath of your mysterious Ronin or deliver him to the cops and risk breaking apart the Three Families and all the work you’ve done together to get where you are.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Money runs and drug trades could be rebuilt but the power of the names of Morozov, Laveaux and Rowan were worth more. “Bury him.”

I just hoped the repercussions were worth it.

Chapter Thirteen

Benji

Iawoke with a start and panic had my heart thundering in my chest. I shot up, the immediate surroundings unfamiliar. This wasn’t my bed, or my room. Where was I?

Maurice mewled at me in disapproval and shot off the bed. The events of yesterday came flooding back to me as I took in my surroundings. It was twilight beyond the the window, the sky glowing softly as the sun disappeared. I’d managed to sleep all day which was weird. Even when I had night shifts at the hospital, I’d always struggled to sleep when the sun was up. Then again, it was every day I got kidnapped and held in a basement.

I ran my hand through my hair. What the fuck was I doing? I wanted to escape, to get back to my life and find a new hospital position. Yet why did the thought of leavinghimhold me back? Was this Stockholm Syndrome? Had Damyr somehow brainwashed me into staying? Or drugged me?

Now that I came to think about it, I couldn’t think of a drug that could cause such a gap in my memory. I knew there were side effects to some that tampered with short to long term memory retention, but how did I lose a whole chunk of my afternoon? And where did those bruises around my neck go?

I jumped off the bed – ignoring how glorious and bouncy the thing was – and headed for the en suite. I’d been expecting at least new toiletries but nope, Damyr had literally hadeverythingmoved from my apartment. My toothbrush and partially used toothpaste sat in my little cup holder on the side by the sink. I hadn’t had the courage to check the bottom drawer of the bedside table yet. I think I’d die of embarrassment on the spot if all my toys had appeared too. But, if Damyr had said to bring everything, I’m sure my things would be waiting for me when I was ready to look.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. I expected to look worse than I did. There weren’t any dark circles under my eyes, and other than the red marks around my wrists, which were self inflicted, I looked… normal. I wasn’t sure why that bothered me so much. I’d been kidnapped and I was fine. Absolutely fine.

I braced my hands on the white marble vanity unit and looked deep into my eyes hoping to find all the answers but all I saw was confusion and longing for a man I should be running away from.

It was like an itch under my skin. Irritating and raw. A niggle at the back of my mind that I couldn’t seem to ignore, however much I wanted too.

I looked at the large walk-in shower with the rainfall shower head. The thing looked like heaven. I’d been too exhausted to jump in the shower last night, choosing just to strip to my boxers and get straight into bed. I’d been asleep before my head had even hit the pillow, but I was definitely going to make use of it now. I walked over and turned it on, the room quickly filling with steam.

I shucked off my pants, stepped under the spray and instantly melted. Holy fuck. I needed this. Hot water pummelled my neck and shoulders, and I stood there for a few minutes just enjoying the sensation.

I went to grab my body wash but noticed it wasn’t mine. Neither was the shampoo. They must be the only two things in the whole room that weren’t mine. In sleek, unassuming black bottles, they looked expensive and when I opened the body wash a familiar scent hit my nose. Dark and spicy with a citrus undertone. This must be Damyr’s. Why was it here? The scent was intoxicating up this close to it and I lost myself to it for a moment, my cock hardening the longer I dragged that scent into my lungs.

There was definitely something wrong with me if I was getting off on the way the guy smelled. I shook myself from my stupor and squirted the gel into my palm. Working it into a lather, the smell of it intensified and Jesus fuck, I wasobsessed. I ran my hands over my body, my eyes closing as my head fell backwards. I was surrounded by Damyr, and it was like I was lost to a fever dream. It must be psychosis or hallucinations because it wasn’t me touching my dick. It couldn’t be.

But it was.

However much I wanted to deny it, Damyr had a hold on me that was impossible to deny. My cock was hard and aching beneath my grip as I pumped my hand up and down my length. Pre-cum pooled at my tip and I rubbed my thumb over my slit, imagining it was Damyr’s tattooed hands instead of mine. I dragged my other hand up my torso, across my chest until my fingers reached my nipples. God, they were so hard. I pinched one, my body squirming as I wondered if Damyr would bite them, those sharp canines digging into the sensitive bud.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my hips rocking as I pushed my dick into the grip of my fist. Faster and faster, chasing the sensation as that dark and spicy scent coated my skin.

With a wavering cry, I exploded, cum coating the shower stall. My back arched, my legs trembled, and I said one word with a hushed reverence that set my soul on edge.

“Damyr.”

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After cleaning up the mess I’d made in the bathroom, I dressed in my skinny black jeans and a bright red hoody. To be honest, I’d forgotten I even owned clothes other than scrubs, so it was nice to rediscover them now that someone had arranged all my clothes in a ridiculously large walk-in closet. It was nearly the size of my apartment and I my clothes barely filled the space.

I left my room, surprised that there wasn’t someone stationed outside the door, and headed down the stairs. The house was quiet, almost eerily so. I’d seen so many people about yesterday, that finding myself alone in this big space was a little unnerving. At least the body was gone from the entrance hall. I wasn’t sure how I would feel if I came across it still lingering there. I stared at the spot on the marble tiles where Theo Montogomery had lay and wondered where he’d ended up. At the bottom of the river with bricks tied to his feet, or perhaps he’d been chopped into tiny little pieces and fed to the pigs. Did people even do that? Where acid baths a thing? And why was I so curious? I supposed I did have a mafia guy that I could ask those questions too. Maybe he’d surprise me and answer them.

Or maybe I was better off not knowing.

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