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Her back bows and she cries out long and hard as I wring every drop of ecstasy from her. Her face is scrunched in an expression of bliss, and I want to see it again and again.
Baring my teeth as footsteps register outside the room, I suppress a hiss.
“Open that door and you will die.”
I can sense Doyle’s growing annoyance, even with the wall between us, and will have to re-establish the hierarchy, apparently. His nose and hearing are nearly as good as mine, and there is no doubt he is acutely aware of what we are doing, meaning he is interrupting intentionally. Most likely fearing I will go too far with our little guest.If only he knew.
Aubrey’s body goes still atop mine and her eyes are wide, the lust in her gaze dissipating as she realizes we’ve been caught.
“Oh my god,” she wheezes, laughing lightly. The sound cuts off into a barely audible moan as I move my fingers still nestled inside her.
“What do you want, Doyle?”
“Dinner is ready,” he bites out, the irritation in his tone evident.
Aubrey’s face is pink with embarrassment, and I reach up to stroke her cheek affectionately.She is adorable.
I try not to grin for fear she’ll see my extended fangs. “Wewill be down momentarily.”
His footsteps recede and I dart my eyes over her face, taking in her dazed expression.
I clutch her in my arms and stand up, gently setting her on her feet before kissing her affectionately. Then I bend down to retrieve her torn leggings and hand them to her with a smirk. She stares at me as if I’ve grown two heads when I straighten out her shirt and kiss her lightly on the nose.
I put my hand on the small of her back and usher her toward the side door. “Would you like to freshen up and meet me downstairs for dinner?”
She blinks as if in a daze and nods slightly.
Astonishing.
Chapter 11
AUBREY
“Umm. you guysdon’t think this is a little... pink?” I stare down at my plate, wondering if maybe this is just a European thing? The steak is so rare it’s trying to eat the salad, and I cringe inwardly at the blood pooling on the plate.Men will literally eat anything.
“Oh, here,” Doyle says, picking up my dish from the dining room table. “I’ll go throw it on the grill a bit longer.” His chair scrapes the floor and his footsteps echo toward the kitchen.
“Thank you,” I say awkwardly, instantly wishing I had just eaten the cow and not said anything. Anything to keep me from being alone withhim. My body is still tingling from the aftereffects of me coming on his fingers, and feeling his eyes on me isn’t helping the situation.
I’m struggling to process the way he brought me to orgasm so easily and wondering how he did it. The two men I had been with before him needed the stars to align to make me feel an iota of what just happened to my body. With Ben, a college fling who took my virginity, it had been awkward, not only because it was my first time, but because it was his too. All I remember is pain from that encounter.
Chad wasn’t much better with his groping hands and expecting me to come immediately, like we were always competing in a two-minute race.
Maybe it’s a fluke since it’s been so long?Three months is a long time, and vibrators can only do so much, right?
I play with my cutlery to avoid looking at Vlad. The old table is beautiful and fits the green-and-black walls and carpet of the gothic-themed room. Black candles are mixed with cream ones everywhere, including the low-hanging iron chandelier above. Being here with him, in this place, I realize how easy it would be to market it to every goth around the world who loves chiseled jaws and smoldering, dark eyes.
“Aubrey?” Vlad says.
My face heats and I paste on a fake smile. “Yeah?”
“I would very much like to know what you are thinking right now.”
I’m thinking that my time with you makes me realize how closed-minded I have been.
Sparks flew when I first met Chad. He had said all the right things, although I wouldn’t be surprised if my father had fed him lines. With Vlad, in comparison, it’s like what you see is what you get. He is such a grump, but at the same time, he can be so sweet. It also makes it harder to keep my legs closed when I can’t be in the same room as him without becoming instantly aware of the attraction between us.I am ridiculous.
I make the mistake of looking at him and my abdomen tightens, my body lighting up with shivers.
