Page 82 of Blood Owed (Blood Mafia 1)
“You’re playing with fire, Demi. I’m not like Colt or Grayson.”
I take another step back when he stands.
“If you want to play games, we can.”
His arms are around me in a flash, and he wrenches my head back, using my hair as a hold. Teasing my neck with his sharp teeth, Mateo runs them up my skin.
An excited tremble races down my spine, and I lick my lips in anticipation. When he presses the points more firmly into my neck, I melt in his arms. I never thought I’d be desperate to be ravaged by a vampire, yet here I am soaking wet and needy for Mateo and he hasn’t even bitten me yet.
His hand skates over my stomach, and he yanks my shorts and underwear down. I gasp when he pushes two fingers inside me, my core clenches around him, and I shamelessly grind against him for a second, forgetting I literally told him I wouldn’t give him what he wanted seconds ago.
I stop moving, panting as I clench my eyes shut, ignoring the large vampire. He slowly withdraws his fingers, and I hold back my protest.
A dark chuckle, full of arrogant big dick energy, tickles my ear, eliciting another shiver. “Let’s play, Demetria.”
Oh, hell yes.
When his arms leave me and he flits out of the apartment, I scowl after him. “What the fuck?” I yell, hating how much I wanted him to push me further.
I wanted him to cross the line I’d drawn.
Hell, I wanted him to pour gasoline on it and light a match, completely destroying the measly threats I made.
One simple promise of being bitten weakened my resolve to hate him?
Pathetic.
I scrub my hand over my face, hating how turned on I am. My shorts and underwear are still pulled down so I slide them off. It’s been a while since I took care of my needs without a toy, but I know what I need. Sliding between the sheets, I float my hands down my body and push a finger inside of my aching core, drawing the wetness to my clit and circling and pushing against the sensitive bundle. My hands are only an echo of how Mateo’s felt, but they’ll do.
When I cry out with my release, I hear the speaker crackle.
Fuck.
I narrow my eyes, letting a devious smirk cut across my face.
He wanted to play.
Before he can say anything stupid, I strip my shirt off and massage my breasts, pinching my nipples between my fingers and letting out a throaty moan. Kicking the sheets back, I spread my legs wide open, hoping he has a perfect view of what I’m about to do.
The white noise of the speaker fades to the back of my mind as I focus on making myself come again. Knowing Mateo is watching only makes me more determined, and soon enough I’m letting out a strangled gasp.
I don’t move for a few moments, letting myself fully come down from the orgasmic high before I get dressed.
“Goodnight, Demi.” His voice is a growl of frustration, and I suck in a breath, cursing myself for forgetting about him for a second.
“I hope you enjoyed the show,” I say as I pull on my top. “That’s the closest you’ll get to fucking me.”
A deep rumble of laughter echoes around the room. “You sound so sure of yourself, baby girl. I’ll remind you of your promise when you’re begging for my cock.”
I scowl and snatch my shorts from the floor. “Fat chance,” I say and head to the bathroom.
Thankfully, the speaker clicks off.
Prick.
My morning training session with Alissa can’t come soon enough.
Mateo
