Page 44 of The Vampire Kingpin
“Is that what I’m doing?” she asked, all wide-eyed and pouty. The woman should’ve gone to Hollywood—she could do innocence like an A-lister. “I thought I was being a good, obedient thrall. One who’s on a thirty-day contract, remember?”
And there it was. My jaw worked.
Fucking agreement.
“I remember,” I admitted.
“Just making sure.” Her breasts heaved, the tips brushing over the hair on my chest. “Look, I’m fine, alright? Leave it in the past where it belongs. You’ll just kick up a hornet’s nest.”
Hornet’s nest?
My whole body tensed. “Tell me you weren’t part of this ‘stupid’ thing your parents did.”
She met my eyes. “If I was, d’you think I’d be here, talking to you? But to be clear—no, I wasn’t.” Her lips thinned. “That was all them.”
I studied her, certain she was holding something back. But I also understood she thought her only choice was to prevaricate. Whatever had happened, it had scarred her, and living with Grimclaw had just made things worse.
“You sure? Because I have a rep, you know. Gimme the names and I’ll tell them to leave you the fuck alone. And if they don’t, I’ll make them sorry.”
She blinked a couple of times. “You’d do that? Even when I’m not officially a member of your lair?”
“Join my lair and that’s not an issue. Because if you’re in trouble, I can help. You just have to trust me.”
She worried her lower lip with her teeth, and I thought I’d gotten through to her. Then she stretched her mouth into a fake smile, the kind that didn’t touch her eyes.
“I appreciate the offer, but staying isn’t my style, alright? People like me and my parents, we keep moving.”
“Bullshit. You’re afraid.”
“Oh, so now you’re in my brain? You know what, get off me.” She pushed at my chest, trying to slither out from under me.
I shoved my disappointment down deep. The woman didn’t want to stay, fine.
Spider didn’t beg.
Why are you pressuring her like this, anyway? You can’t keep her. She’d be a weakness, a way to get to you…like Amina.
But it made me a little crazy to think Lark might be in danger and was refusing to ask for help. The anger I’d felt when I’d seen that hole in the wall she’d called home reared its head again.
“Settle down.” I lowered my body, pinning her to the mattress. “You don’t wanna tell me, that’s your prerogative.”
She eyed me, making sure I meant it, before relaxing back onto the mattress.
“Now, open your legs,” I told her.
“Again?” she asked.
I arched a brow. “Did that sound like a question?”
Her breath hitched. Slowly, her knees bent until her thighs hugged my hips.
“Keep them like that,” I ordered, grabbing a condom and rolling it on.
I nudged my dick up against her opening. She was still wet and swollen from the last time, which was good, because I wasn’t in the mood for foreplay. I wanted to be inside her, showing her who her master was. Using her like I’d paid twenty-five grand for.
I extended my fangs, sinking them into her at the same time I thrust deep inside her snug pussy. She gasped, and a part of me enjoyed it, the part that wanted to dominate her, extract every last fucking secret from her.
A better man might’ve apologized, but I wasn’t sorry. Being inside her in this way, my mouth filled with the taste of her, felt too good.
