Page 57 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

Earlier impressions had led me to believe that his method of winning the crown was to bully me into submission. But that wasn’t his plan at all.

The bastard was straight up seducing me.

Chapter twenty-nine

His Bidding

“Iknowwhatyou’redoing.” My voice was fraught with something that scared me to my damn core. It was tiny, tremulous, and bore a shred of hope. Vincent was showing me a side of himself I’d yet to see, a side that showed me there were more layers beneath the douche bag act.

But for all I knew, it was just an act to get me to lower my defenses.

“Taking care of my girl,” he replied, his cadence sinfully soft as he watched me through lust-filled eyes.

I ran my tongue along the crease of his palm, earning another whine as I bit down on him again. “I’m not your girl, Feral.”

His lips tugged into a sultry grin that oozed sex and arrogance. “Maybe not yet.”

Canting his head, his attention centered on my mouth and my lips softened under the heat of his smoldering gaze. It was as if he was completely taken with my mouth, like he was moved by the sight of his blood dribbling down my chin. I watched, completely transfixed as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and bit down. An inky bead leaked from the fresh wound and then he whispered his next words so low, I barely heard them. “Your turn.”

My eyes widened. He was referring to when he’d stolen that kiss from me in the pharmacy restroom, all for a taste of my blood. Before I could convince myself that this was a bad idea, I brought my lips down over his in a bruising kiss that left us both gasping for air. The first thing I tasted on his skin was something faintly feminine, like clementine oranges. Then it dawned on me, it was that other woman I was tasting.

Lexi.

The thought of him kissing her in front of me, and pushing into her room while he knew I was watching made my whole body throb with anger. So I bit down on his lips—hard—and devoured his pain-laced moan.

“Fuck,Ruby.” There it was again. My name, spoken like it was the most sinful thing he’d ever dared utter. I couldn’t take it anymore. As much as this vampire rubbed me the wrong way, I wanted him to the point of pain. And his blood inside me only added fuel to the fire. I was bursting with hunger, to the point where it would tear me to shreds if I didn’t sate this monstrous lust inside me.

“Touch me,” I demanded.

He smirked. “You’re going to have to ask me nicer than that.”

“Touch me, please?”

He shook his head, his whole body rumbling with his mean laughter, which only made me rock harder against him, desperate for more friction. “You can do better than that, princess. Beg me.”

Swallowing down the last fragments of my pride, I cast my eyes down and did as he asked. “Please, touch me. I want to be touched so bad it fucking hurts. Please, Vincent.Please.”

He purred his approval in the form of a grating chuckle that slid right through my body down to the place where I wanted him most. His hands came up to cup my breasts over my bra and he gave my nipples a pinch through the thin padding.

A soft cry tumbled from me and he came forward to consume the sound, his mouth crushing against mine in a savage kiss that touched every damn nerve in my body.

His hands slipped around my waist, and curved around my ass cheeks, slipping inside the black lace of my panties. His fingertips dug deep into my skin, squeezing out a pained mewl that leaked from my mouth into his. He pressed me down deeper into his groin, moving my hips so that my sex stroked his shaft straining through his pants.

“You feel that? I don’t just hunger for your blood, Ruby Renada. I want it all. Your blood, your tears, your cum. And this is my oath to you. Before the vampire crown hits your head I will own every goddamn drop of you. You fucking understand me?”

I don’t know what compelled me to nod. It had to be the way he spoke in that gravely baritone, how it commanded my body like it was a voice-activated toy that had been specifically manufactured for him.

“Good girl,” he purred.

God damn my soul. This beautiful monster was working me into knots. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I needed him inside me.

Unable to reign back my desire a second longer, I scooted back on Vincent’s lap and went straight for his belt.

He caught my wrist, and his lips stretched into a mean grin that made my heart wither. “Did I say you could have that?”

“What?” I gasped, squirming against him. “I did what you asked. Didn’t I beg hard enough? You want me to get on my damn knees?”

His eyes gleamed. “That’s a pretty thought. But no. All I want is for you to say that you’re mine. Say you choose me as your mate and king and I swear on the grave of my master that I will fuck you so hard you’ll never forget the sensation of me, marking you as mine from the inside out.”

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