Page 72 of Cloak of the Vampire
Frowning, I gave a frail kick to her ribs, allowing her to block it again. “Shouldn’t what?”
Her light eyes were clear when she caught mine. “Be here.”
I paused my attacks, staring at her. “I don’t follow.”
She shook her head and let out a shaky sigh. “Of course you don’t. You never follow; you always watch. But, Aileen,” her face suddenly took on a pitiful look I didn’t like. “You can’t watch forever.”
Stunned, I stared at her, lips parted, and was about to say something—I didn’t even know what, since it’s not like she made sense—when Logan called, “Time!”
Tansy gave me a faint half smile and headed toward our gym instructor. It took me a moment to get ahold of myself and move.
As Logan barked explanations about improving forms and doing a stretching routine we needed to implement on a daily basis, my mind was not into it. Instead, I could only think about Tansy’s cryptic words:
You can’t watch forever.
What the hell was Tansy talking about? And why couldn’t I shake off the feeling that something was amiss and that perhaps she was far more astute than everyone else gave her credit for?
Either way, when Logan released us, I was lost in thought. I took the escalator up, heading to the kitchen, and as I passed by a door, a hand suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me forcefully inside an empty, unused office.
I sucked in a breath when a familiar body pinned me to the now-closed door, and I looked up to see midnight blue eyes staring down at me. “Ragnor? What are you—”
His lips were on mine before I could finish, and he was kissing me like he was a parched man who’d found water in the middle of the desert.
And just like that, all thoughts of Tansy and her words cleared from my head, replaced by the electricity that shot through my veins.
He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, leaning into the kiss as I grabbed his hair, pulling him close. His erection rubbed against me, and I moaned, feeling the heat pooling, dripping to my panties.
Without taking his mouth off me or letting me go, he managed to take off my pants and panties together, exposing my slick entrance. He took out his hard, thick cock, and without warning, shoved it inside me, grabbing my waist to push me on top of him, bringing us together so deeply that I had to let go of his mouth to suck in a breath, my heart drumming in my chest.
“Fuck,” he growled, eyes glowing, and with his arms around me, he held me as he walked, still inside me, to the neat office desk and put me down, flipped me, and had me bend over the surface. With his hands on my waist, he entered me from behind.
“Ragnor!” I half screamed, half moaned as he started ramming into me with such force that I held on to the edge of the desk for dear life. His thick length made my pussy squeeze around him, growing wetter and slicker as the tension built inside me, the pleasure almost too much to bear.
Then he did something he hadn’t done before: he slapped my ass hard enough to leave a mark.
And that was my undoing.
“Fuck!” I screamed as the climax broke me, making me spasm around him. He slammed into me with such ferociousness, spanking my ass and grabbing the skin tightly, and the pain, the pleasure of the pain, the roughness made another, stronger orgasm shatter through me, making me gasp out, “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
CRASH!
Ragnor got off me in a blink. I sucked in a breath, my heart a drumbeat in my chest, my ears, my slick cunt as I straightened, my knees wobbling.
Our gazes met. “Stay here,” he commanded in a rough growl before storming out of the room.
Operating on autopilot, I grabbed my pants and panties, got dressed, and redid my ponytail. I was shaking, goose bumps covering my skin, as I paced around the office, waiting for Ragnor’s return.
Minutes later, his sexy figure appeared at the door, his face sparked with a sliver of emotion he seemed to be able to recall at will. It was as though he hadn’t just been buried deep inside me in the throes of lust. “A lantern collapsed.” He cast his eyes down, a blandness in his tone that didn’t match the fire I’d just seen in his eyes.
I stared at him, wondering what that meant, if perhaps someone had caused it to collapse. I was about to ask him about that when Ragnor grabbed his coat, turned to me, and said, “Let’s stop here.”
He might’ve said that, but I could tell he wasn’t okay stopping here. His eyes ravaged my body, flickering with frustration, and yet it seemed like his mind was set.
Now that his touch wasn’t driving me mad and the interruption had sobered me up like a cold shower, I remembered that there was something I needed to talk to him about.
I opened my mouth, but Ragnor was already closing the door behind him, leaving me as if he hadn’t just been balls-deep inside me.
CHAPTER 27
