Page 25 of Sunshine and the Vamp

“Why?” I asked, before I could stop myself. Why the hell was I entertaining this conversation? Probably because it was better than sitting here in silence and trying to find a way to escape. If escape was even possible.

“Your screams made my dick hard. Just wondered if it was possible to make you scream that loud whilst being fucked. Would you like to find out?”

I huffed a nervous laugh. “No, thank you.” I wanted to get as far away from this guy as possible. Was it wrong that I wanted Damyr to come back?

“Shame.” I swear I could hear the pout in his voice. “Let me know if you change your mind.”

That wasn’t going to be likely.

The sound of swishing silk echoed around the room as the mystery guy stepped forward. “Has anyone ever told you that your mouth is utterly, fucking, biteable?”

A cacophony of colours swarmed before my eyes as I finally got my first look at my mystery visitor. An old fashioned, floor length red and gold brocade house coat sat atop a neon pink mesh top and luminous tangerine trousers.

“I know, love. It’s a lot to take in.”

I trailed my gaze from the tips of his purple pointed boots to the top of his electric blue hair. He was glorious. There were no other words for it. Silver eyes lined in gold stared at me with the same frankness that was in my own gaze.

“So,” he said, his lips pursed. “You’re Damyr’s new pet.”

I scowled. “I’m not a pet.”

He laughed musically, throwing his head back and showing off his long, elegant neck. “Oh, darling, you have no idea, do you?”

“About what?”

His grin was wide as he closed the distance between us. Bending at the waist, he brought his face close to mine. Close enough that I could see flecks of lightning shimmering in his silver eyes. He gripped my chin between his finger and thumb and electricity zipped along my skin. “He will never let you go.”

I scowled. “Well, he’s going to have to.”

Another musical laugh. “The only way you’re leaving here is in a box.”

I jerked my chin out of his hold. “Is that a threat?”

“Why? Did it sound like a compliment?”

“I have people who will miss me.”

He stroked a finger over the curve of my cheek. “I’m sure you would. If they knew you were missing. Unfortunately for you, I’m good at fabricating tales.”

My blood ran cold. “What?”

“Right now, sweet, darling Maya thinks you’ve decided to go on a spur of the moment cruise to re-evaluate your life. You just couldn’t handle being fired from your residency and thought some fun in the sun would help bring back perspective. You’ll be gone for two weeks. At least. You might even decide to extend your vacation and tour the world on some soul-searching venture. Who knows.”

“But you can’t do that.” A sheen of sweat coated my skin as the realisation hit that no one would be missing me. Not a single person would know where I was. Tears burned the backs of my eyes. Was this all my life had resulted in? That I was utterly alone enough that my one and only friend would believe I’d just cut and run because I’d been fired.

“Oh, but I can. And because Damyr told me to. Trust me, you don’t want to disobeythatguy,” he said with a chuckle. “One of his goons did and he lost a head.”

I blanched. “His head?”

“Yep,” he said gleefully. “It was pretty epic. Byron used a Samurai sword and everything.” The blue haired guy tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at me, his gaze assessing. “I can see why Byron calls you ‘little bird’.”

“Can you?” I replied in a clipped tone.

“You’re just so…” he rolled his bottom lip through his teeth. “Fragile.”

“What?”

“Oh, don’t be upset, darling. There’s nothing wrong with being breakable. In fact, I think that’s part of your charm.”

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