Page 74 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

My heart fluttered in my chest. “I don’t belong to any of you. Not yet. I don’t want you thinking this whole thing that’s about to happen between us means I’m picking you as my mate, Eros. I want to get to know you all first before I make a decision. You have to be okay with me spending time with the others.”

The vampire’s jaw tightened, a tendon ticking as his teeth ground together. But he didn’t protest. “Fine. I know you’re a virgin but tell me what hard limits you think you might have.”

Hard limits.Jesus. Was this going to be a mistake? Girls were supposed to have their first time be vanilla, that was the norm. But nothing about my relationship with Deathwish, or any of the princes for that matter, was going to be normal. And I had accepted that fact the moment I agreed to stay in the basement during daylight hours.

“You can’t claim me, so no biting while you’re inside me. And you can’t turn me.” While I wanted to venture into the dark world of Deathwish’s bed, I did not want him to be my master. At least, notthatkind of master.

His brows shot up in surprise and he let out a grating chuckle. “That’s it? Those are your hard limits? Don’t feed while I fuck you and don’t turn you? Damn. You’re fucking perfect.”

Before I could respond, his lips came down over mine in a bruising, ravenous kiss.

Holy fuck. He tasted like he smelt, like blood and spices and sin. He kissed like a demon intent on claiming my soul with a simple swipe of his lips. It was so good I moaned against him, and his tongue took the opportunity to slip inside my mouth, filling the hollow of it with the silent promise that soon he’d fill more of me.

I felt his fangs extend but he didn’t bite me, not yet.

His arms banded around my waist and he lifted me, carrying me over to his workbench. He set me down and stepped back, his wolfish gaze drinking in the sight of me nestled among his cruel collection of tools. Both our chests heaved in unison from the wake of the smothering kiss and for a second we just stared at each other with wild eyes as if bracing for what was to come.

“Take that off,” he demanded, pointing at the hoodie.

I peeled it off, revealing my red crop top and the tiny black skirt beneath it.

His pupils dilated when he took in my body clothed in the skimpy clothing. “Good girl,” he rasped, his tone guttural and dripping with need. “Now spread your legs for me like a good little fuck doll.”

When I parted my thighs so he could catch a glimpse of my lacy black panties beneath, a guttural moan slithered from his throat. “Feral’s going to kill me after I’ve had my fill of you.”

“Why?”

“Because when I’m done, there will be nothing left for him. Place your hands against the rack.”

I should have been rethinking my decision to agree to this kind of torment, especially for my first time. But that dark, messed up part of my brain wouldn’t let me bail now. I was too intrigued, too eager to feel myself come apart under Deathwish’s skilled hands. Placing my wrists against the steel rack that held his tools, Eros clamped iron shackles down on my wrists, spreading my arms wide on either side of my head.

“You’re shaking,” he surveyed as he peeled his black latex gloves that were still covered in Al’s blood in exchange for clean ones. “Having second thoughts?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“That’s my brave little doll,” he chuckled as he grabbed another knife from the rack beside my head and began slicing off my clothes. I shook beneath the knife as the blade nicked my skin, red blood seeping into the fabric as it fell away. He arched over me, and his tongue followed the blade of his weapon as it ran toward my navel, lapping up the trail of blood before the wound healed.

He pulled off the shredded top, revealing my bare breasts to his heated gaze. He arched down, as if to take one of my nipples in his mouth when the hoodie—that had been tossed onto his coffin—vibrated. His brows scrunched with irritation as if annoyed he’d been interrupted. Setting the knife down, he pulled my phone out of his hoodie pocket and read the text I’d received.

My stomach cartwheeled when his mouth peeled back into a manic grin.

“Who is it?” But I already knew. It had to be Corry, wondering why I hadn’t shown up to the meeting.

His crazed expression was washed in the bright light of the phone’s screen as he began to tap away at the phone.

Ohno.

This was bad. Real bad.

Deathwish didn’t seem to have the best relationship with his brothers, and my phone in his hands had to be an excellent weapon of warfare, especially considering the kind of position I was currently in.

Then my heart damn near gave out when he raised the phone, and the device clicked with a bright flash.

He had taken a picture.

I never considered myself a girl that would be comfortable sending nudes.

But with my arms stretched out and bound on his torture bench, a still-healing cut sliced between the valley of my bare tits, this was next-level deprecation.

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