Page 29 of A Love So Deadly
“This one. Whatever you see or hear can’t leave this place. Everything you do with me, in here or out in the world, is covered by your contract. You are, in effect, mine.”
The last word reverberates through the air.
Mine.
It flares in her eyes.
“What are you?” Her breath comes in short pants. “Lucy the criminal mastermind? Is that it?”
“Monty the girl who never was,” I say, so low I’m not sure the intrinsic threat registers. “If she doesn’t watch her tongue. If she doesn’t obey me.”
Her heart goes haywire as she clocks the threat in ‘the girl who neverwas.’
I won’t kill her. I don’t do that to employees. Some fall through the cracks, there are…mistakes. But we don’t kill the people we hire. Usually. And we never turn them.Wipe theirminds is the last resort, but a touch of mesmerizing, a glamor here and there so that when they leave, they leave happy and oblivious to the undead they worked for.
We drink from the willing. We hunt the criminal and dangerous outliers.
We keep the ranks equal.
No more vampires made unless the humans kill.
But fuck. What I’d give to turn this one. Her fire is mesmerizing. Compelling.
I drag her up higher and run a fang over her bottom lip, followed by my tongue.
Elliot’s moans low.
I know more about who she is and why she’s here. A failed reporter, one who’s filed missing person’s reports on a girl who briefly worked here. But again, I don’t know what she thinks she’ll find, and I really don’t care. I keep her on because she makes me feel alive. That spark feeds me.
With effort, I retract my fangs, but I lean into her as I fist her hair. My strength holds her as I kiss her.
Claim her.
The kiss is open mouthed and designed to strip and disarm, to seduce, but her heat and cling of her lips feed something into me. Like she’s stripping me, too.
It’s a dangerous thing, a game I’d long forgotten. She’s hot and sweet, light to my dark, life to my otherness.
I can’t get enough. She’s morphine and opium in one. She’s highs and lows and untamed sex I need to tame to tie down and teach all the lessons to.
Her hands come up around my neck, and I haul her into my arms and slam her into the cabinet. I skim a hand down her thigh, then over, pushing up between them and to her wet panties. A groan breaks free as I peel back the material and push my fingers into her. She clenches hard.
Humans feel different. It’s the way the flow of blood works; it’s how they throb and swell and push into you. But unholy fuck. Elliot is like the finest dessert. She feels like how honey smells. And she’s tight. I thrust into her furnace that’s like life itself and keep kissing her, my tongue teasing hers. And she keeps kissing me back.
I keep thrusting. The hot springs of her wet tunnel shoot me full of need and adrenaline, that impossible heat. It’s a softness I want to slam my cock into.
She feels unbelievably good around me.
Her pussy tries to break my fingers as she pulsates. and I revel in the way she both fights and gives in to the kiss. Elliot’s the perfect fucking prey.
The prey that won’t give up her secrets until the bitter end.
I’m lost in it. But so is she. Her hunger matches mine as I fuck her with three fingers now.
Her body sucks at me, trying to hold me in, and she rocks against me as I thrust harder, rougher, deeper.
She’s almost delirious as if she’s either new at this or hasn’t done it in a long time. It’s exciting and a total turn on.
I haven’t fucked a human since Nell. It’s been twenty years. What the fuck is Elliot’s excuse?
