Page 108 of Suck This

However, the next time he pulled me to him, he didn’t allow no for an answer. He just yanked my face to him, sliced his fucking neck open with a knife he pulled out of nowhere and brought my head toward his neck all within a heartbeat.

“Fucker,” I said, licking the drops of blood that were starting to run down his neck.

And that’s about the time that we got naked.

He ripped my clothes straight from my body, and I allowed him to, even going as far as to help him out as I ripped my bra off.

The next thing I knew, he was sinking his hard cock straight into my overheated pussy, and I was sucking on his neck greedily.

The push and pull at my hips had me moving before I was ready, and soon I was well on my way to being full—full of cum and full of blood.

When I came less than a minute later, and he followed me over the edge, I pulled my mouth away from his skin, licked it clean, and then threw my head back and yelled out my release.

It was moments later when I came back to myself that I realized why I hadn’t wanted to feed.

Because feeding always ended in sex. Always.

And we had a conference room full of people down the hall from Con’s office, and I’d allowed him to fuck me on top of his desk. With the windows wide fucking open.

“Shit,” I growled. “You’re so going to hell.”

He started to laugh as he pulled himself free of me, not caring that in doing so he’d allowed his release to drip all down my legs and straight onto the desk calendar that lined the top.

“Shit,” I squirmed, pushing myself up awkwardly so I didn’t drag it all over his desk.

I even managed to pull off as clean of an exit as I could as I hobbled toward the bathroom that was hidden behind a secret door.

There I found myself facing a closet full of clothes in my size, wondering how they’d gotten there.

“I had Adelaide go shopping about a week ago,” he answered my silent question.

“Hmmm,” I said. “I’m going to have to be best friends with this chick.”

“She’s here for good now. I think she’d like that,” Con answered as he walked to the toilet and relieved himself.

I rolled my eyes heavenward.

Had we already lost that sweet ‘gross, don’t do that in front of the other person’ stage of our relationship?

Not that I was complaining. I wish I knew what Con’s feelings were, but I didn’t want to jinx myself and ask only to be let down.

And, as if he’d read my thoughts, the moment he finished, he scooped me up by my bottom, uncaring that he was covering us both with his release and pinned me to the wall.

“I can hear your mind whirling,” he growled, only inches from my face.

I swallowed.

“And to answer that unspoken question in your eyes, you’re mine.”

My eyes flared.

“I made you, so you’re mine.”

My heart fell.

“I made you because I wanted to. I made you because without you, I’m not sure that I could think coherently any longer.” He moved closer until our foreheads were touching. “I’m not saying that this is going to last forever, because my life is a dangerous one. But for now, for my always, you have my heart. I’ve said I love you, but I’ll say it again. You mean the world to me.”

A squeak of emotion slipped through my lips.

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