Page 75 of Suck This

My semen dripped down her leg in a long line, and I felt my cock start to harden again. The visual she left me with was enough to cause me to rethink my duties. To rethink my rules and remake them to fit better around her.

That was all swept out the proverbial window when one second I was standing there, admiring her beautiful body, and the next the front door of my club was being blown off its hinges as human activists poured inside immediately following the explosion.

Acadia whipped her head around, eyes taking in the horror, and gasped.

I, on the other hand, yanked my jeans up, tucked my still hard cock back into my pants, and grabbed hold of Acadia’s hand.

The moment she was firmly in her apartment seconds later, I phased back to the club, repositioned myself directly next to the door where the human activists were still pouring in, and waited.

I made contact with Abraham, Render, Fox, and Pavlov, issued some orders, and then started to maim.

Killing was way too merciful, especially when I saw one of my favorite human waitresses lying on her side, the pall of death forever in her eyes.

No, I would make them useless. Force themselves to be fed through a feeding tube, but still be aware of the outside world as they knew it. Still realize how shitty their lives had turned.

And I’d enjoy every fucking second of it.

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ACADIA

I stared at the wall of my living room and idly wondered what I’d done to deserve this.

Was it because I was bad girlfriend material? First Bradford fucking his secretary on his desk, and then Constantine refuses to even be seen with me!

Of course, I knew the underlying reason that Con wanted nothing to do with a relationship that involved me. I was a human. I was vulnerable, and he didn’t do vulnerable.

I was breakable, and if I got tangled up with human activists that were targeting him and other vampires like him, I wouldn’t fare the same as he would.

I’d be dead.

He’d come back to life.

I wasn’t even sure he could die at this point.

A knock sounded at my door, and I started forward, tripping on a shoe that I’d left in the middle of the floor.

And that was when I realized that I was navigating my living room without the lights on.

Not one single light was lit in the entire place, not even outside my door like there usually was.

“What the hell is going on with the lights?” I wondered.

Then cursed.

What the hell was going on with my eyes?

That should’ve been the question I was wondering, instead I was thinking about the lights not being on.

Everything went absolutely nuts after that. Things were confusing, time was moving super-fast and way too slow, and nothing was being processed correctly in my brain.

“What… umph!”

Then I was down.

Something hit me so hard that I saw stars.

My vision dimmed.

My hair was pulled.

“I’m going to fuck that gunshot wound. That’ll teach you not to date a vampire, you betraying whore.”

Then I saw nothing more.

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