Page 31 of Stitched Up in You
Red suffuses her face as she glares, and I inwardly congratulate myself. Moonflower is even now in the hands of incompetent bumbling idiots that are like slippery eels, and I will use every means necessary to get it back. I just didn’t know I would have such pleasure while doing it. Whether she likes it or not, she will be an asset to me once I rein her in, like breaking a horse to ride.
It will keep me busy while Mikael’s team locates the other shipments and may even distract me from how catastrophic this will be if it leaks to the supernatural.
“Are results all you care about?” she spits back. The sound echoes, reverberating around the room and she huffs in irritation, throwing herself back in her seat.
“In this instance yes, it is. You can toss your food, create tiny bouts of chaos everywhere you go like a child, which I assure you won’t work, or you can work with me. Get me what I want, and then you go back home to your pathetic existence.” I say it knowing it for the lie it is, she won’t breathe for much longer. No human can know of our existence, and she already has too much knowledge of Vlad, but at least seems to have no desire to alert the authorities.
I watch and wait for the reaction I know that’s coming, some fit or tantrum to showcase off her temper, except she does neither of those things.
A sputtering sound escapes her, and her hands go to her middle as she begins to laugh. “Sorry, I’m just imagining the weird media storm if the public inexplicably found out that Frank Stein is more likeFrankenstein, something out of a Mary Shelley nightmare living among us.”
My body goes still as stone as I recognize the threat in her words. “Cute, but if you wanted to do that, you would have when you had the opportunity in my office earlier today.”
She continues to prove herself unpredictable and when faced with the possibility of escape, she did something I least expected. Where most human women of my knowledge would call the authorities after being kidnapped, she instead chose to call her friend, the mate of Vlad Dracula.
After listening to the conversation between the two women, it’s clear the female has had knowledge of Vlad for some time. This raises the question of when she found out his true nature, and the fact that the supernatural exists in more than just fairytales and lore.
Her lips curve into a smile and her gaze goes soft as she tilts her head down the table and looks at me. “I got what I wanted. As soon as I found out you took my friend, I wanted to fuck you sideways. How am I doing so far fucking you, Mr. Stein? Forced to take me to your home just to keep lil old me out of trouble. I say so far, so good,” she says, snickering.
She moves suddenly, turning into a debutante before my eyes, a coquettish grin on her face as she gets to her feet, dabbing a napkin at her mouth. It makes me wonder what she will do next.
“Poor Frank, being a workaholic has to be such a drag, so much money to make, so little time. It should be illegal to be this heinously handsome and also the richest man alive,” she mutters, walking toward me. Her hips sway as she saunters closer, licking her lips as she does, the steel barbell stud flashing red in the firelight.
I pull my napkin from the table and wipe at my hands, wondering what game she’s playing at now.
She stops just before my chair, and I notice we are almost the same height like this, as short in stature and small she is.
“You’re so tense,” she tuts, moving behind my chair.
I freeze when her small hands touch me and squeeze at one shoulder. She rubs down my shoulders and my back, kneading as she goes, and makes a soft sound in the back of her throat that seems to call to my senses.
“Have you ever fucked a human, Frank?” she whispers into the shell of my ear.
Involuntary goosebumps spread as does the irritation that she can affect me in such a way. No one gets to me.
“Trying to set yourself up as some sacrificial lamb to the beast?” I ask, wanting to see just how far she will take this new attempt at manipulating me. I fuck succubae and sirens on a weekly basis, skilled in the art of seduction, and can’t see her being able to tempt me more than a supernatural creature whose very livelihood hinges on the ability to make a man come. It will serve her right to be put in her place, right where she belongs— on her knees. If only to prove her of her own meaningless existence.
She moves to lean against the table just within reach.
“Maybe,” she says, a sultry mischievous grin on her voluptuous lips.
It occurs to me that the only constant with this mysterious woman is possibly her eccentric impulsivity. I never know what she will do next, usually something I would avoid. But with her, its entertaining.
“Go on?” I find myself saying, against my better judgment.
I arch a brow, moving my hands out of her way when she moves to sit in my lap and wait to see what happens next.
She wiggles in place, pressing her thick backside against me and leans back. Her thighs dangle over mine as she begins to kick her feet. “You’re so big.”
“And you’re very small. Be careful you don’t bite off more than you can chew,” I reprimand her, watching her shiver in response.
I keep my hands firmly on the armrests and let her have her way with me as she turns in my lap to reach for the open collar of my shirt. She rocks her hips into mine, rotating down as she does and rubs her sweatpants-clad pussy against me.
“I think I can manage.” She pauses and glances over my chest. “And I bet that I can rock your world hard enough to make you loosen up a little for once in your life. You’re so uptight, it’s crazy no one has caught on to you being a vampire by now,” she says, running her hands up over my body.
At the light touch, I go tense. The woman thinks me a vampire and yet toys with her life this way like a lunatic. Her hands coast lower, and I allow it.
How peculiar…
