Page 43 of Bite
And I do.God help me, I do.
The pull of his mouth is overwhelming, pleasure and pain blurring together until there’s nothing but ecstasy. Staying still feels impossible, but my body obeys. My bodylovesit. Shame spikes in my chest because I know I shouldn’t want this– I shouldn’t want to be pinned, restrained, controlled. But Ido. I suddenly want it so much itaches.
He feels the shift– I know he does. His mouth curves against my neck, his grip intensifies. He tests me with firmer pressure, a sharper bite, pushing just far enough to make my body betray me with small, desperate squirms.
“Good girl,” he groans against my throat, and the words unravel me.
A surge of fresh heat rushes through my body, tangled with fear, want, and something darker I can’t name. I should push him away, but I don’t.I can’t.
I let him hold me still, surrendering completely.
His fangs retract, but his mouth lingers at my throat, as if savoring the last taste. Every fiber of me strains toward release– until he pulls back.
The sudden absence is brutal. My body arches helplessly, chasing his touch, but his hands are already lifting away, leaving my skin stinging with loss.
A sound slips out– half whimper, half protest– and frustration takes hold the second I hear it.
James studies me for a moment, seemingly unbothered by the way he just unraveled me only to deny me everything. His pupils are blown wide, lips stained red.
“You enjoy submission,” he says at last. Not a question, a verdict.
My mouth opens, but no denial comes. My cheeks burn hot, skin tingling everywhere he touched and aching everywhere he didn’t.
He tilts his head, gaze narrowing like I’m a puzzle he’s almost solved. Then he leans in, slow and deliberate, tongue flicking over the last smear of blood at the corner of my mouth. The obscenity of it makes me shudder.
“Soon, my darling,” he murmurs, as though granting mercy I never asked for.
I can’t even look at him. My body trembles, every muscle wound too tight, need pulsing so hard I swear he can hear it.
James straightens, casually adjusting the front of his sweats before stepping back like nothing happened. “Next time, perhaps you’ll remember that we have staff to prepare meals.”
The words are infuriatingly nonchalant– as if he didn’t just pin me down and drink from me until I forgot my own name, leaving me wrecked and trembling on his kitchen counter.
My legs may still be shaking, but I force my chin up, glaring back at him defiantly. “Maybe next time you’ll rememberI’mmore than just a meal.”
A single brow lifts, dark intrigue sparking in his gaze.
Ozzy suddenly reappears, leaping onto the counter with a fierce hiss and planting himself beside me in solidarity. James flicks him an annoyed glance before his eyes return to mine.
“Use Rapi-Gen on that cut,” he says, gaze dragging over me one last time. “And eat something. You’ll need your strength.”
Before I can even blink, he’s gone, moving through the doorway so fast that his form blurs.
The silence he leaves behind feels cavernous. My chest heaves, my throat burns, and I can’t tell if I’m furious, humiliated, or desperate for more.
Chapter
Fifteen
The past few days have been the same routine– eat, sleep, try not to crawl out of my skin with anxiety, and let James drink from me until I’m wrecked.
Glamorous, right?
So, when I step out of the bathroom to find a dress waiting for me on the bed, I stop cold. Finally, something different. Though whether it’s agoodkind of different remains to be seen.
Midnight blue silk spills across the duvet, glinting in the early afternoon light. Strappy silver heels are neatly lined up underneath, the kind of shoes that sayyou’re definitely going to trip in me, but you’ll look hot doing it. And on the nightstand, a velvet box beckons ominously, the contents of which I’m sure cost a fortune.
I freeze– towel wrapped tightly around my chest, damp hair clinging to my neck– and just stare at the surprise gifts, a sense of unease curling in my gut. Not only because I have zero clue as to what that dress is meant for, but because the fact it’s here means someone was in my room while I was naked and distracted in the shower. That realization leaves me feeling exposed, violated… especially considering what I wasdoingin the shower.
