Page 115 of Blood Bound (Blood Mafia 3)

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Demi

The night went pretty well all things considered. Thankfully Mom didn’t bring up Maria. I’ve had a hard time talking about her, especially with Mom. Maria birthed me; she brought me into this world, but she was never truly my mom. Losing her so soon after I found her, well, it’s weird. I am still working through being mad at her for leaving and processing the strange sadness I feel. Talking with Nicole helps.

I force myself to think about something different. Dad. Odin save me, he’s so obnoxious sometimes.

“Do I need to apologize for my dad?” I ask, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

Grayson glances at me then back at the road. He sets his lips in a firm line and I know he’s debating on whether or not to tell me the true meaning of their strange conversation. I heard all of it, thanks to my supe hearing.

“Of course not.”

“Grayson, he threatened you with a shotgun.” I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. “He was acting so weird.”

Grayson presses on the brakes, slowing the car down for a red light. “Your father wants to protect you, besides, I’ve been threatened with worse.”

He’s right, but it’s still embarrassing. “Thank you for being nice to him.”

“I didn’t do anything special.” He shrugs. “Besides, we are pretty scary, us fang bangers.”

Laughing, I lay my head against the window. “You’re such a dork.”

“Ah, there she is. I was worried you’d changed your mind about tonight.”

“Nope,” I say, popping the p. “Tonight you’re mine.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.” He squeezes my thigh.

“Oh, can we go see Lacey tomorrow? I still need to ask her a favor.”

“Yeah, we can do whatever you want.”

I fight off a smile. “Whatever?”

He gives me the side-eye. “Well, not whatever. No pegging.”

“Aw man. I guess I’ll have to send my strap-on back.”

“I’m going to spank you.”

“Counting on it,” I say with a wink.

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Grayson’s apartmentsmells like him—cedar and orange fills my nostrils and I let out a content sigh, tossing my purse onto his counter. Stripping out of my jacket, I turn and grip the edges of my shirt.

“You mentioned something about spanking?”

He lowers his gaze, riveted on my hands which are slowly creeping up, exposing my stomach, then my breasts. Before I can take it all the way off, he flashes to me and yanks it over my head.

“I did, but first, I need to taste something.”

My stomach dips.

Using his supe speed, he strips me of my skirt and underwear. “Much better,” he says, cupping my sex with his warm hand. “Pick a spot.”

I eye the couch. Then the counter. “Here.” I pat the granite. “I want it here.”

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