Page 29 of Bloody Valentine

Her eyes narrowed, and she stood a little straighter. “Why? Why would you assume I was going to buy you?”

I shrugged. “Call it fate.”

Vivian shook her head, running a frustrated hand through her dark hair. “You and your stupid fate. Sorry to disappoint you ‘Mads,’ but I am not interested. Go fuck yourself with a pinecone.”

She turned her back to me, walking away. I grabbed her shoulder and swung her around, spinning her right back to my chest.

In her ear, I whispered, making sureonly she could hear. “Your little friend may have bought me, Little Virgin…but you will soon find out that you aremyslave.”

She gasped, and I let her spin out of my grip this time. My point was made. In her panicked movements, I grabbed the phone out of her shirt pocket. She would be looking for this.

“Oh, Little Virgin, before you go, here is the address where I will be this evening. In case you need me, of course.”

She glared at me, irritation and that heated flush covering her freckled cheeks. Staring at my outstretched hand, she narrowed her eyes at me before snatching the paper from between my fingers. It left a paper cut. The red of my blood dripped into the snow.

When she saw the droplets, she looked directly into my eyes and smiled. I couldn’t help but watch her leave with a grin of my own. This woman loved to watch me bleed, but she didn’t know how much I would revel in each droplet I would soon spill from her.

Chapter ten

Even as I walked away from Maddox, I could still feel his eyes on me. I swear, ever since I arrived here, my entire existence had seemed to revolve around this fucking man. My ancestors, my history, and…my body.

“Is he still looking at me?” I asked Teagan, who was walking by my side.

“Yep.” She giggled, finding everything hilarious about this situation.

I wasn’t going to turn around. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction. His face was smug enough without adding to his ego.

I sighed. “Take a picture and send it to me because I am not looking at him.”

Teagan continued to laugh at me but finally got her phone out and snapped the picture. I waited to feel my pocket vibrate, but it didn’t. “Uh…Vivvy?”

I ignored her, trying to feel for my phone in the oversized shirt pocket.

“Vivvy,” she said again, and I sighed, finally looking at her. “What?”

She turned her phone toward me, and on her screen was a picture ofmynumber. It was Maddox. The picture was an elicit pose of him leaning against the shrub, his shirt was open, revealing his plastered-on abs, and the fingers he used inside of me were pressed against his lips, breaking them apart just a bit to see the tease of his fucking tongue.

Below the picture was a message.

Is this what my Little Virgin wants? If you prefer less clothing, darling, I am afraid you will have to meet me in person.

I gasped when I saw the three dots pop up again as he actively typed.

That asshole has my phone!

I growled and snatched Teagan’s cell when the dots disappeared, and a message replaced it.

Xo See you tonight, Little Virgin Xo

I was seething, nearly breaking it in my grip.

“Don’t take it out on my technology, babe.”

Sighing, I handed it back to her and glared over at Maddox, who was already talking to others as if nothing had happened. I wanted to walk over and smack the shit out of him. Refraining from violence so openly, I pulled out the stupid paper he had handed me.

It was still coated in his blood.

The words were confusing.

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