Page 82 of Cloak of the Vampire
Distantly, I could feel a flare of anger, but I drowned it in my desperate hysteria. “I’ll beg for as long as it takes.” I looked at him pleadingly. “I don’t want to be bought,” I added, and before I could stop them, tears fell down my face. “I want to stay here withyou.”
A shadow passed through his face. “You don’t know what you’re saying, Henderson—”
I pressed my lips against his and kissed him with every bit of desperation I felt. He tensed, but then I felt his arms around me as he kissed me back.
It was a war of attrition. I seduced his tongue with mine, and he fought back with his hands in my hair and his teeth on my lip. I grabbed his hard length through his pants, and he grasped my breast, squeezing it hard. I took off his shirt, and he ripped apart mine. I pushed his pants down, and he slid mine down, spreading kisses on my leg as he did.
He was between my thighs the next second, our arms enveloping each other tightly.This,I thought, gasping when his cock pushed into me with one deep thrust.This is what I needed.
His fangs broke the skin of my neck, blood spilling from the wound. A sense of utter elation spread through my body as I bled for him, for Ragnor, as he fucked me hard and deep, all inhibitions—his and obviously mine—completely gone as if they never existed. He took me over and over again, making every little muscle in my pussy clench around his magnificent cock as I screamed, shattering around him with an orgasm that took me by storm.
That took him over the edge, and he grunted as he pumped into me, faster and stronger than before, until he buried himself inside me, his thighs spasming as he came.
He slumped over me, licking the spot he’d bitten, cleaning it of the remaining blood. Having his big, hot body crushing me to the floor was a bliss as strong as the orgasm he’d just given me. We were both panting, spent, as if we both had been mutually frustrated and finally managed to let it all out.
After a few long moments, Ragnor pushed himself up on his arms and stared at me with languid, tranquil midnight blues, his cock still buried inside me. “It will be okay, Henderson,” he said quietly, his fingers caressing my cheek almost lovingly. “It’s going to be over soon.”
His words were meant to soothe, I knew, but they had the opposite effect. Because he reminded me who we were and what was happening.
Now that I wasn’t drowning in despair, reality returned with a vengeance.
The Auction.
My paintings.
Ragnor refusing to tell me whether he would buy me.
Ragnor knowing about Amir.
Fuck. How could I have forgotten aboutthat?
I put my hands on his chest and pushed. He obliged, sliding out of me, and I climbed up on my feet and gathered my clothes. “So,” I said, forcibly using as much of a casual tone as I could while I dressed. “It’s supposed to be a pre-Auction meeting, right?”
He rose to his feet and started putting his clothes back on. “Yes,” he said, voice strangely soft.
Once I was completely clothed, I walked to the desk and sat down on the guest’s chair. “Then let’s have it,” I said monotonously.
He rounded the chair and leaned over, his hands on the armrests, his face inches from mine. “The Aileen Henderson I know doesn’t beg,” he said, eyes hard on mine.
I stared back at him, my emotions so spent that it wasn’t so hard to clear my face from any expression. “I’m willing to do many things to get what I want,” I said flatly, and his eyes narrowed. “You might know about my father, Ragnor, but if you think it means you knowme, then you’re mistaken.”
He didn’t need to know that he was right. I hated begging. I hated feeling so hopeless that this was my only resort. But I refused to show him any more of myself. I refused to let him see just how much of a mess I was, when he was the epitome of self-control.
He let my chair go and leaned against his desk, face hard. “Are you still mad about me finding out about Amir?”
I couldn’t help but smirk. I wasn’t mad. It was never about such a simple emotion like anger. “Yeah, sure, let’s go with that,” I said flippantly.
Apparently, my tone seemed to get on his nerves, because his eyes flashed dangerously. “If you’re going to act like a petulant child, then consider this meeting over,” he said in a low, threatening voice.
Smirk still intact, I rose to my feet. “Let’s end it here, then.”
I was about to turn and leave when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back, crushing my chest against his. “Why aren’t you fighting me?” he asked, eyes brimming with an emotion I couldn’t decipher. “Why are you acting like we’re strangers?”
I tugged at my wrist, but he refused to let go. Smirk falling, I gave him a hard stare. “Because that’s what we are,” I said, my captured hand fisting. “A Lord and his Common noob on the outside, and on the inside, two complete strangers hooking up.”
His face contorted in obvious displeasure. “Is that all I am to you?”
And just like that, I came back to myself, and my fuse fired up. “That’s allI amtoyou, asshole!” I burst out, tearing my wrist from his grasp as I stepped back. “Why should it matter to you, though? I’m just some random woman youfelt likegiving the Imprint to without any fucking explanations, and you’re a fucking Lord who’s going to sell me to the highest bidder!”
