Page 3 of Undeniably Enemies

Cinderella gasps, her wide eyes on the glass, her jaw slack. “Oh my god! You drank it.”

We’ve caught the attention of the other partygoers, and now there are murmurs all around us. Fuck, this is nuts. “Come on,” I growl urgently. “Let’s get out of here.” I take her gloved hand and briskly walk us away from the pool area. I have no idea where I am or where I’m going, and everywhere I look, there are more people in costumes, all of them noticing the drink in my hand. Shit. What is it with this damn drink?

As if reading my thoughts, she says, “Here, this way. It’ll be quieter.”

We change course and head toward the back of the house, but instead of climbing the steps that will take us to a large deck, we slip under it, weaving around wooden support beams and the bend of the mansion to the opposite side and away from the pool and party. It’s dark over here with just a few scattered chaises and chairs and an old firepit that doesn’t look like it’s been used in a while.

The teeth are cutting into my mouth, and I quickly remove them and slip them into my pocket.

Cinderella emits a breathy laugh. “That was intense. And all because of Drunk Prince Charming. Do you feel any different?”

A sliver of moonlight catches her just right, illuminating her eyes and the tendrils of shimmery threads in her gown. She’s an angel, and I slip my hand from hers and move it to her waist. With my eyes on hers, I walk her backward until I have her pressed against the house.

“You never answered my question about the torrid affair with a beautiful princess.”

Her lips bounce, but she’s breathing heavier, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “I never mentioned it’d be with a beautiful princess.”

“No? I could have sworn that was part of the deal. Maybe that was wishful thinking then.”

My hand trails up her side until I’m holding her neck. I both hear and feel her breath hitch and her pulse thrum beneath my fingers, but she’s not pushing me away, and she’s not saying no. If anything, even in the darkness, I can see the hunger in her eyes.

“What’s your name?” I whisper, moving in closer until our bodies are practically flush.

“Cinderella. What’s yours?”

I grin and drag my nose along her jaw, enjoying how she shudders and swallows heavily. I want to remove this stupid mask, but she just told me her name is Cinderella, which suggests she likes the anonymity we have going. I’m a vampire, and I search the recesses of my mind for the name of the guy my little sister, Eddie, used to mention from those books she loved. She used to joke that their names were similar to each other.

“Um. Edward? Is that his name?”

Cinderella laughs. “Yes, that’s his name, and I was always team Edward.” Her arms snake around my neck. “Lucky for you.”

“Definitely lucky for me. Do you want to try this?” I hold up my drink between us.

Her eyes flutter behind her mask, and she licks her full, red lips. “I don’t know. That feels like tempting fate.”

“Or perhaps walking on the wild side.”

“Perhaps.” She slips her glove off and lets it drop to the ground. Her fingers wrap around the glass, brushing with mine, and the moment they do, something warm pulses through my fingertips and up through the palm of my hand. It has me smiling, unwilling to let the glass go or move my hand away even as she brings it up to her lips.

I watch, mesmerized, as she takes a sip.

“Mmm. That’s good. But I have to admit, I don’t feel any different yet.”

“Me neither.” I take another sip and then another, just to get a reaction from her. I bring it back to her lips, and she ends up finishing off the drink. “I guess we’re both tempting fate and magic now.”

I set the glass down on the edge of the firepit, cup her face in my hand, and kiss her. My lips dance across hers, firm yet teasing. Coaxing. Her hands clasp my shoulders, her fingers digging into my flesh through my shirt. A tiny noise vibrates against me, and it drives me wild. Makes me hungry. And I don’t waste time. I split her lips, and the moment our tongues meet, a rough groan is dragged from me.

Her lips are so soft and plump, and she tastes so sweet. Like the drink we just shared, but it’s more than that. It’s something deeper I can’t put my finger on. It makes my head spin and my heart pound eagerly in my chest. It has me deepening the kiss, our tongues tangling urgently while I ravage her mouth.

“Oh god,” she moans when she feels the hard length of mycock press against her through the layers of her dress. My hand slides down her throat to the top of her heaving chest, where her small breasts are pumping up and down. Her hand grips my arm forcefully, not pushing me away but holding on tight as if she’s still unsure.

“Do you want me to stop?” I murmur against her lips before I tilt my head and kiss her from a new angle.

“I… um…” She pants a breath, and I force myself back so I can see her eyes. “No. I don’t want you to stop.”

“Are you sure?” I check.

Her eyes search mine, and I wish I could see more of her. All I have are her eyes and lips.

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