Page 82 of Our Sins in Blood (Coven of Sin 1)

Chapter forty

Lies, Seduction, and a Plan

Withthepaininmy shoulder subdued, I yanked my skirt on and stomped to the other room to find Eros’ hoodie, since my top had been destroyed during our playtime. The whole reason I’d come down here in the first place was to find the hoodie and wear it, all so Deathwish’s scent on my flesh would piss off Vincent. Things had gotten… out of hand. With Eros’ mark on my shoulder, I had pissed Feral off alright.

But it didn’t feel so good rubbing it in his nose with something that was more permanent. My fingertips shook as they brushed over the fresh mark on my shoulder before I quickly jammed the sweatshirt over my head. Eros’ spicy aroma wrapped around me like a palpable touch, sinking down to the ache between my thighs where I almost could still feel the phantom thrusts of his hunger slamming home inside me.

I refused to look at either of the guys as I tore out of the basement as fast as I could.

“Ruby!” Feral snarled behind me, stomping up the stairs after me. “Wait!”

“Get bent, asshole,” I snarled over my shoulder, refusing to look back at him.

I rounded the back corridor, and nearly slammed into Vincent’s chest as he had somehow managed to get in front of me, blocking my way back to the main hall. “Get out of my way,” I snapped.

“No,” he growled. “We’re not done talking.”

“I’m sorry, are we going to talk, or are you just going to ruin any hopes of a genuine conversation with your angsty bully shit you love doing around me?”

“Angsty bully shit?” He chuckled, his eyes glittering with dark amusement. He strode forward, grabbed my hips, and pushed me up against the wall. My heart pulsed as his broad chest pressed into me, his warmth bleeding through the fabric of my clothes and instantly making me hot despite the drafty chill of the manor. “You mean like shoving you up against walls like this, grabbing you…” He pressed his mouth to my ear, his teeth scraping against the soft flesh beneath it. Without warning, he grabbed a fist full of the Deathwish hoodie and jerked me against him with a cruel sneer that sent a rush of heat straight to my sex with all the subtly of a lightning bolt. “Telling you how seeing you in his hoodie makes me so damn mad, I could tear it off you right now.”

My throat tightened and my thighs quivered at his erotic threat. I tossed a nervous glance down the hallway. We were alone at the moment, but if he did follow through on ripping the hoodie to shreds, my walk of shame to my room on the second floor with Eros’ mark on my shoulder would be made a hell of a lot more embarrassing.

Another deep and wicked laugh from Vincent made my whole body shiver against him. I gave a thick swallow, trying to soothe the wild pound of my heart as the vampire held me flush against him with not a merciful millimeter left between us. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you amaze me, little monster. I threaten to rip off your clothes and your heart rate goes up as expected. But the delicious scent coming from your bare pussy betrays the fact that you’re not scared at all.” His hand dropped to my thigh and slid up to cup the swell of my ass. I bit my lip to hold back a gasp as he squeezed my naked flesh. “So you can pretend all you like that you don’t care for my ‘angsty bully’ shit or whatever the fuck you want to call it, but I know how much you really like it. Your scent will always betray what’s really running through your mind. So just admit it. I turn you on, and you know it. Even right after that brutal fuck claimed you, you still ache for me.”

My eyes narrowed, loathing the war that was raging inside me between my body and my mind. Even after the day spent with Eros, my vagina was still all for taking a ride on the enigmatic brute that was Vincent fucking Feral. “You’rethe brutal one, asshole. He was gentle with me.”

The hand twisted into my hoodie slid up to caress the back of my neck. “Ruby…” His voice was lusciously dark, oozing with nefarious intentions. My lips softened beneath the tickling rush of his breath as he said my first name like it was the dirtiest word in his vocabulary. His mouth clashed with mine in a filthy kiss, his tongue pushing into me with a rumbling, masculine groan.

His other hand dropped from my ass and wedged between my thighs. Before I could even think, my legs parted for him instinctively. Since Eros had cut off my panties, shoved them into my mouth, then dumped them on the floor in a pile of shreds, there was nothing between me and Vincent’s fingers. He slid against me and cupped me with a gentle twitch of his fingers. I winced, jumping against the contact that shouldn’t have hurt at all… it wasn’t for the fact that I still ached from Eros’ rabid fucking.

Vincent pulled away from me, a smug smirk curling his lips. “He was gentle with you, was he?”

My jaw dropped, hot rage making my blood simmer low in my belly. “Have I mentioned recently that you’re a prick? It’s none of your damn business what happened between us.”

“It’s my business if he hurts you.”

“He wouldn’t.”

Vincent scoffed. “You spend a few hours beneath him and suddenly you act like you know everything about him.”

“Well, maybe if you actually gave me a real reason to not trust him. Then again I don’t believe a single goddamn thing that comes out of your mouth, Feral. Because you’re keeping a lot of things from me. Like what you are, because you sure as shit aren’t like the others. And how my fatherreallydied. How am I supposed to know what’s real and fake with you?”

He pressed closer to me, this time his energy feeling somewhat gentler. Even his baritone cadence was softer. “You want something real, Ruby? How about we talk about that shit you said to me in Deathwish’s room. About how I supposedly give a shit about you wanting to love me.”

“I know I’m right.”

He backed me up into the wall, pressing a palm to either side of my head so I was caged in between his biceps. “In our world, love doesn’t exist. You were right, I am angry. But not because I don’t know how to get you to fall in love with me. Even if you could fall for someone like me, I know you can’t. You don’t know how to love, princess. We can blame it on the fact that you were never shown love in your cage back in Quincy. Or on the simple fact that even if you never met him, you are your father’s daughter. Whatever it is, love isn’t in your heart. You’re a beautiful monster, Ruby Renada. And one day you will make a powerful queen to our people. Because you’re a monster, just like your father. And it’s for that reason that you and I make a perfect match.”

He kissed me again, this time his lips crushing against me so hard I felt my whole body burn for air as he refused to release me. Like he was intent on smothering me beneath his brutality. My head began to grow foggy and my vision blurred as he feasted on my lips, my sanity, my damn soul. So for the second time in the last hour, I bit a man to defend myself. His intoxicating blood gushed into my mouth, making my every nerve come alive in euphoria.

Using all my strength, I shoved on his chest and he slammed back into the opposite wall so hard, the plaster cracked around him and dust fell from the ceiling, raining down like ash.

“If you think I can’t love, then you don’t know me at all. Just like you don’t know Eros.”

Vincent straightened back to his full, imposing height. For a second he appeared impressed by my sudden show of strength, which quickly fizzled with thinly-veiled irritation. “He’s got you so fooled, I’m surprised you’re falling for his act.”

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