Page 51 of His Dark Vendetta

The private roomsat the back of The Dollhouse were all laid out the same. Dimmable lamps lit the ten-by-ten-foot spaces and cast an amber glow across a single wooden end table and a couch. A dial mounted on the wall next to the door allowed occupants to set the volume of the music piped in from the main bar. Hardwood floors and leather upholstery made for easy cleanup of bodily fluids. Simple and utilitarian, the rooms got the job done.

Jenny had the lights lowered, and the sensual music was loud enough that I noticed. She lay on her side, head propped up in one hand. She wore the clear platform heels she preferred due to her height, or lack thereof, and a skin-tight black-lace teddy. It barely covered her fake breasts and was so short that the clasps of the garter belt holding up her sheer stockings were visible. She parted her hot pink lips and ran her hand down her waist to where the teddy ended at the apex of her thighs. She tugged at the hem in a move meant to entice.

I squeezed my eyes shut and pinched the bridge of my nose. I didn’t want to snap at her and her ridiculous seduction game. It made her pouty and put me in a foul mood.

“What’s wrong, Luca?” Her high, squeaky voice was nails on a chalkboard.

“Nothing.” I rolled up my shirtsleeves. “Sit up.”

She obeyed, always eager to appease me.

I stepped forward until I stood in front of her and unbuckled my belt. She’d be too drained after I fed to suck me off. I unzipped my pants, reached inside my boxers, and pulled out my dick. Not a single drop of blood rushed to where I needed it to go.

Goddammit.

I made a fist around my dick and started working myself. Jenny licked her lips. They were too full, and the hot pink was the wrong shade.

I squeezed harder and picked up the pace. The blonde was off too, her hair all large and unmoving.

I grabbed one of her tits with my free hand. It didn’t feel right. Too big.

“Fuck this,” I said and tucked my limp dick back into my shorts and zipped my pants. “Get up.” I buckled my belt.

Her disappointed expression irritated the hell out of me. I spun her around so her back faced my front. I rested my forearm across her chest to hold her in place and shoved aside the big plume of stiff hair that smelled of chemicals. She tilted her head, presenting her neck.

My fangs descended, and my eyes glowed to match the dim lights. I bit her neck and started to feed.

Her body relaxed. I closed my eyes and cleared my head, trying to focus on nourishment instead of Jenny’s mewls and squirming. My plan backfired.

Siobhán knelt between my legs at Vesuvio. Her red lips wrapped around my dick. Her blue eyes locked with mine. Her head bobbed along my hard, swollen length.

My dick twitched. I bit down and pulled in a mouthful of blood.

Jenny groaned from the surge of venom. She stuck her ass out and rubbed it against my jutting length. I shifted my hips back and took another deep drink, ready to be done with this entire unpleasant affair. She reached around my back, grabbed my ass, and pulled me into her. I released her from my bite and pushed her away.

She stumbled, unsteady from the venom and those ridiculous heels. But I was done. Done with my meal and done with her.

I licked a drop of blood from my lips and rolled down my shirtsleeves.

Jenny regained her footing and held her fingers to her neck, mouth agape. I grabbed her hair, swatted her hand away, and swiped my tongue across the wound. It quickly closed.

She stared at me in wide-eyed shock.

“Log your time for a feeding,” I said and reached for the door. I paused and glanced over my shoulder. “I’ll be using a different Source from now on.”

She lifted her chin, defiant, but there was no mistaking the disappointment in her eyes or the anger in her taut mouth.

I closed the door behind me and buttoned my cuffs as I walked back down the hall to my office. I’d fed enough to get me through the next week if needed and, more importantly, avoid the temptation waiting for me at home. Besides, I had bigger problems than a feeding cut short by a gold-digging Source. I had a twenty-five-year-old crime to avenge and a hijacking to plan.

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Vinnie’s cybersecurityofficer was as competent as Marco’s, and within an hour of my request, an email popped into my inbox telling me everything I needed to know. I’d sent him a message outlining the information I needed after a few quick Google searches. Like most cyber guys, he preferred communicating via email, but unlike others, he never used phones. Ever. But for all his paranoia, Vinnie’s guy was good, and two hours after receiving his email, Leo and I pulled to a stop a block past a two-family, detached row house in one of Dorchester’s Irish neighborhoods.

Leo parked the unmarked sedan but didn’t turn off the engine.

“In and out,” I said. “Ten minutes. Leave after fifteen.”

He nodded, and I exited onto the dark city sidewalk.

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