Page 47 of Sunshine and the Vamp

Whatever this connection between us was, whether I understood it fully or not, I could feel it snapping tighter around me with every drag of his tongue across my slit. I thrust my hands into his dark hair, holding him in place as I worked myself in and out of his mouth, those sharp canines of his catching my sensitive skin and making me shiver.

I sped up, pushing my cock deeper into his throat, forcing him to take it. Some part of me wanted to punish him for kidnapping me. “Fuck, fuck.”

And he let me. He took every one of my thrusts and fucking revelled in it. His fingers dug into my hip bones hard enough to bruise, and spit dripped down his chin. The sight of him between my thighs made my head reel.

Damyr Morozov was on his knees.

For me.

And he looked like he was revelling in it.

Heat started to build at the base of my spine along with tingles of toe-curling pleasure.

“Gonna come,” I managed to gasp out as I held his stare. I wanted to watch as I flooded his mouth, watch as he swallowed my cum.

I shouted as my orgasm hit, my body tensing beneath his as he kept sucking my dick until it was oversensitive. I released my hold on his hair and Damyr looked up at me, a wide grin on his face, those pointy canines lending his smile a touch of wickedness.

Damyr climbed back up my body and pressed a kiss against my lips. I could taste myself against his tongue as he wrapped it around mine, but I didn’t care.

“Can I return the favour?” I asked, tracing the curve of his hip and aiming for his belt.

He shook his head. “We don’t have time.”

I frowned, my hands pausing in their task.

Damyr laughed softly. “The car has been stationary for a few minutes.”

It was only then that I realised that the engine had cut out and we were, in fact, stood still. Heat rushed up the side of my face as I wondered whether anyone outside could have heard me. I wasn’t exactly quiet.

I scrambled out from under Damyr and hurried to put myself back together.

“There’s no rush, Benjamin. They will wait as long as I want them to.”

When I next looked at Damyr, the guy looked perfect. There was no evidence of the way I’d been pulling his hair or that he’d been gagging around my cock. If it wasn’t for the hum of pleasure still zipping through my veins, I might have persuaded myself I’d imagined the whole thing.

“Asshole.” I scowled at him as I opened the car door only to hear his laugh follow me out of the vehicle. A flush crept up my cheeks as I met the knowing smirks of Acheron and Byron.

“I see you do scream prettily,” Byron said, looking like a lethal shadow in his all-black suit.

“Shame it will never be for you,” I replied and swept passed him. I was not going to let that maniac use me for fun.

A shimmer of blue appeared beside me and Acheron slipped his arm through mine. “You know, you really shouldn’t taunt the guy.”

“Well, how else am I supposed to get rid of him? I’d shoot him if I could, but I think he’d enjoy that.”

Acheron’s silver eyes glimmered with mischief. “Aww, you’re starting to understand him already.” I tried to pull my arm away, but he clung to me like a sparkling blue sloth. “Benji, if you want my advice, the best way to disarm Byron is to ignore him. The guy thrives on attention and the more you give him, the more he will play with you.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose and took a deep breath. If I didn’t escape, I was pretty sure the Morozov Mafia would be the death of me. “I need a drink.”

“You and me both, sugar.” Acheron pulled me towards the bar, and I sat on one of the stools.

The bartender came over and gave me a quick look up and down. “Well, hello there gorgeous, what can I get for you?”

He was wearing a white tuxedo with a black bow tie and his dark blonde hair was slicked back in a smart bun at the back of his head. Warm brown eyes held mine with a glint of mischief and he had a scruff along his gorgeous jaw line. He was tall and broad and kind of reminded me of a teddy bear.

“I will take a Martini please. Extra dirty.”

Acheron leant closer, trying to get the bartender’s attention. “I’ll have the same please, doll.”

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