Page 15 of The Vampire Kingpin
“If you say so, my lord.”
A sharp-toothed smile. “Is that supposed to piss me off? Because I like it when you call me ‘my lord.’ I also answer to ‘master’ or ‘sir.’”
I turned my head so I wouldn’t have to see his hard, beautiful face. “In your dreams.”
His head lowered, his teeth scraping over my neck, a tiny punishment that made me shiver—and hate myself for it.
He licked the small abrasion. “So mouthy. But I can feel your heat even through my jeans. And we both know you’re wet for me…”
He rocked his engorged dick against my mound, slow and easy. I bit back a whimper as he hit a perfect, sensitive spot.
He chuckled darkly. “Yeah, you really hate this, don’t you?” He ground himself against my swollen flesh, pulling a desperate cry from me.
That. Right there.
“Say it. Say you want it.”
“Yes,” I whispered, unable to help myself. Gods, I was spineless where he was concerned.
“Louder,” he said, his expression implacable. “So we both know you mean it. Say that you want me to fuck you.”
I shook my head.
“Then we’ll stop.” He put me a little away from him, forcing me to unwind my leg from around his and release my grip on his neck.
I squeezed my thighs together, so aroused I was trembling, and balled my hands into fists. “You’re a dick, you know that?”
“Yeah—so? Now tell me you want me to fuck you.”
“Fine! I want you to fuck me.”
Triumph flashed across his face. He reached for me, but I held up a hand, backing up. Luna knew I wanted him. I needed to feel him moving inside me.
However, I was my parents’ daughter, too.
“But not,” I added in as firm a voice as I could manage, “until we agree to terms.”
“You wanna know what I’ll give you?” Somehow, he was right in front of me again. He ran his hands up my arms. “Pleasure,” he husked, low and suggestive. “A safe place to stay. A comfortable bed.”
Longing surged within me.
It was like Spider knew I hadn’t felt safe since my parents got themselves staked six months ago, caught trying to con Jared Darkman, the son of the Vegas primus. I escaped and found my way to Grimclaw, who’d never joined a syndicate. He’d taken me in, but it was a devil’s bargain. Yeah, he’d given me sanctuary—not that Grim knew I was on the run—but he’d exploited my debt to him, even going so far as to command me to steal Spider’s dagger.
Moreover, I was constantly on the lookout for his lieutenant, Troll. A hulking figure from Jersey who made Tony Soprano look like a choirboy, Troll had tried to coerce me into his bed. He’d only backed off because of my cousin. But in the past couple of months, he’d renewed his attempts to catch me alone, until I’d moved out of the main lair. Now I slept in a four-by-ten-foot cubbyhole with a switchblade under my pillow, and made sure I was up and gone before Troll woke from his day sleep.
“Lark?” Spider’s brows drew together. “Where’d you go?”
Panic clawed at my lungs. I pushed his chest. “I can’t think. Let me go. Please,” I added belatedly.
He immediately released me. Giving me space, but I saw the hunger sharpening his face.
I braced for a fight. “I need…time. I have to think. Or are you going to force yourself on me?”
“Force you?” His mouth tightened.
I stepped back, wrapping my arms around myself. At my closed posture, he squeezed his nape.
“Fine,” he bit out. “You can have a night to think it over.”
