Page 76 of Cloak of the Vampire
His hand grabbed my hair and forcefully lifted my head. His fangs tore through the skin of my neck, and he sucked in my blood while he rode in and out of me so relentlessly that I could only scream as pleasure tore through me over and over again.
When he picked up the pace, I tensed, feeling the orgasm building again. His hand grabbed my ass cheek so hard that I knew it would bruise, and the pain forced my pussy to clench in excitement. Hemust’ve felt it, because he penetrated me even harder and deeper than before while he slapped my ass, causing me both pain and absolute, undeniable bliss.
He took his fangs off me and growled “Fuck!” as he thrust a few more times before he emptied himself inside me. My release came soon after, his cock jolting inside me, his warm semen making me feel so full, it was pure ecstasy.
Ragnor leaned his forehead against my shoulder as we both panted. His cock was still inside me, and at that very moment, I wished it would stay there forever.
Before the thought computed, he pulled out of me and stepped back. I forced myself to straighten as well and turned to face him.
As he zipped up his jeans, he looked at me and said, “You wanted to talk.”
I stared at him for a few dazed moments. Then I averted my gaze to the side, and my eyes landed on the canvas I’d thrown away before he arrived.
And suddenly, my dizziness was replaced by a dawning horror that propelled me into action. Lips thin, I quickly put on my panties and overalls before facing him again. “I need to keep practicing,” I said, avoiding his gaze. “You can leave now.”
That didn’t sit well with him, it seemed, because he crossed the gap he’d put between us until he was right before me. “But you had something to say,” he said, and when I reluctantly raised my eyes to his face, I saw he was staring at me with that little furrow between his brows that was the only indication that he was somewhat confused.
Despite the fact we’d just banged like our lives depended on it, his proximity was suddenly suffocating. I sidestepped him and went over to pick up the stupid abstract painting I’d made. “It wasn’t important anyway,” I said in a fake light voice. “The Auction is fast approaching. I have to prepare if I want to be bought.”
He said nothing as I fussed about with the canvas, gently putting it along with the other discarded canvases in the corner of the room.Leave,I begged silently as I passed him to grab a blank canvas.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me to him. I looked anywhere but at him as his hold tightened. “You knew what you were getting into,” he said slowly, almost gently. “I was clear about this affair not having any effect on the Auction.”
A spark of anger lit me up, and I snatched my hand away, turning to glare at him. “I know,” I said, seeing his eyes narrowing, his lips curling downward in disapproval. That just got me madder. “This is why I need to practice like a motherfucker so some better asshole will buy me.”
It was the wrong thing to say. His eyes glowed neon, and he pushed me against the wall, his hands on each side of my head. “Do you want to be bought into another League that much?” he growled, eyes furious and unblinking on mine. “Because I would be happy to give you exactly what you want, Henderson.” By the look on his face, I had a feeling he wasn’t just talking about his League.
And that just pissed me off even more. Why did he suddenly care about whether I wanted to stay in his League or not? It wasn’t like he cared about what I wanted to begin with!
I glowered back. “If there’s one thing I learned, thanks to you, it’s that I no longer have the freedom towantsomething,” I shot back.
His face contorted. Ragnor was completely pissed off. “You haven’t let that go, have you?” he said, voice rough with that realization.
A humorless laugh escaped me before I could stop. “How can I ever forgive the man who stole everything away from me and refused to explain his reasons?” I snapped, feeling so angry that I didn’t know how to contain myself. “How can I ever forgive the man who had me come here without explanations about my abnormal situation and let me fend for my fucking self?!”
His hand came to my throat and wrapped around it warningly, as his face slowly cooled over, his fury turning stone cold. “If you only had told me anything about yourself, none of that would’ve happened.”
I gritted my teeth. “Oh, so now it’smyfault?”
“Yes, it is,” he growled, hand tightening around my throat. “The name Amir Zoheir ring a bell?”
Everything stopped.
My anger disappeared.
My indignation was no more.
Instead, terror rose so sharp and acrid that I started to shake. “No,” I whispered, searching his eyes, wishing he hadn’t just uttered that name. That he hadn’t just shattered my very core.
His face was no longer cold as he released my throat and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “You could’ve told me,” he said in a raspy voice as he embraced me tighter. “Did you really think I would hold his horrible crimes against you?”
I was frozen, stuck in place, unable to move. He was trying to comfort me now, after almost biting my head off. He was telling me I could’ve trusted him with this. As if Amir Zoheir’s existence, and my entire past, was nothing but just dust that could be swept under the rug.
As if my father wasn’t a monster, and I wasn’t his abhorrent creation.
I put my hands on Ragnor’s chest and pushed him hard. He refused to budge. “Let go,” I said, and my voice sounded strange. Unfamiliar.
“Talk to me, Henderson,” he demanded quietly, squeezing me tighter.
