Page 130 of Tainted Kitten

I immediately taste my blood on his tongue, and I surprise myself when I suck his tongue like it’s his finger.

That’s all it takes before Kitty starts squeezing and my core detonates. I tear my mouth from his, throwing my head back as a scream I’ve never heard myself make, rips from my body. Blinding pleasure like electricity shoots right through me.

I clamp my own teeth down on something, and a moment later, I hear Garrett’s grunts as he comes hard. I want to open my eyes so I can see his come face, but it’s no good. I think I’m actually blind.

“Fuck baby.” Garrett pants, his weight heavy as he collapses on me. “You can let go of my shoulder now.”

My vision returns then, eyes widening as I feel the skin of his shoulder in my mouth. I fucking bit him, too.

Whoops!

Releasing his shoulder, I notice my bite mark didn’t pierce his skin. Disappointment rushes through me for a moment. I would have liked to taste his blood, too… and where the fuck did that thought come from?

“I’m going to hell,” I mutter, and he chuckles.

“Why’s that, baby?”

“I was just disappointed that I didn’t make you bleed,” I admit.

Again, he chuckles, leaning up to stare down at me. “Looks like we are going to hell together, then.” He grins before slowly easing out and moving off the bed.

I flop back, starfished, sated and thoroughly fucked. Garrett Cole was worth the wait. I can’t wait to have me some more of that fine specimen.

“Come here.” Garrett’s voice draws my attention, and I look up at his bloody face as he stands over me in all his naked glory.

Grinning, I take his hand, letting him help me up off the bed, and he leads me over to my mirror.

“Look at us.” His words urge me to look at our reflection. We are a fucking mess. Besides the fact that my buns are nearly falling out, and my mascara has run. Both of our mouths are coated in red, sticky blood. We look like something off a vampire movie, and it looks fucking hot.

I grin. “You’re perfect, Mr Cole.”

He grins back, but then we both nearly jump out of our skins when someone bangs on my bedroom door.

“You’d better hurry up and get your fucktoy out of your bedroom, Rhys. Will is on his way home with the twins.”

My eyes widen at Charlotte’s voice. Fucking hell. How long has she been home?

“Ah… I want to live, so I’m gonna do what she said. Whoever that was.” Garrett spins away, moving to his clothes.

“Thanks, Char!” I call out and move to find my own clothes, deciding it’s best and less suspicious to put my school uniform back on. I mean, my parents know me too well. They’re probably gonna assume if I have a boy over that I’ll get up to no good with him, but I don’t want Garrett to feel uncomfortable.

“That’s my older sister, Charlotte,” I explain, tugging on my skirt.

“Will is your old man, right?” Garrett asks, concern laced in his tone.

“Yeah, but you don’t have to worry about him. He’s a good guy.” I slip my bra on and remember that I wasn’t wearing panties when I got home. Marcus has them.

Fucker.

I move to my drawer and get a new pair out.

“Yeah, until he thinks I’ve been screwing his daughter.”

I giggle. “Honestly, Gar. You have nothing to worry about.” I step into my panties, turning to see Garrett’s eyes watching my every move as he buttons up his shirt.

“If he shoots me, I want you to know it was worth it. You’re worth dying for.”

“Shit Mr Cole. That’s some heavy shit.”

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