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She’s almost ready to be my Queen.

The vamps across the street are still watching us, so I decide to escalate things a bit. My teeth sink my teeth into her shoulder and I bear down even harder, making the bite messy and painful.Sofie lets out a desperate and pained howl. Her fist pounds against the glass as my pace becomes more and more brutal.

I only want to punish her; make her hurt a little, and then maybe a little more. She can take it. She’s a good fucking girl.

As her blood pours down my throat, I’m rewarded with the most beautiful pulsing sensation around my cock. I close my eyes, imagining us bathed in crimson while she rides me all the way through her own dark transformation.

“Fuck!” She screams. “More!”

I dislodge my fangs, pulling out with a jolt as Sofie lets out a cry of protest, but she won’t be complaining for long. I need to look her in the eye when I make her bleed for me.

When I turn her around, she leaps up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I capture her lips in a messy kiss, forcing her to taste her own blood on my tongue all over again.

My claws sink into her supple skin as I grip her hips, and she wiggles desperately to find my cock.

“They’re still watching, Dominic. I thought you were going to break me.”

With a sneer, I push myself inside of her and she trembles against my weight.

“Hard,” she begs between sloppy kisses. “Fuck, just bite me again already.”

My eyelids flutter as I bottom out. She’s so fucking warm, and my body gives in instantly. I bite down near the same mark I left near the back of her shoulder, and in seconds her hips match my frantic rhythm, one hand bracing her against the glass as I drain her, right on the edge between control and frenzy.

I groan into her shoulder, my hips colliding with hers, hard enough they’re sure to leave bruises. I’ve always craved this kind of brutality. It’s so much more intense than anything we’d done before, but somehow everything feels off – it’s all wrong. The way she touches me cuts straight to my core; it makes me want to fucking cry.

All we have is this strange connection, these violent outbursts and antagonism that draws us back together over and over again. It makes it impossible for me to stay away. The formula, destroying Rene, the city… somehow it’s all become secondary. It’s become an excuse. Even if she knew nothing, if she had nothing to offer to my grand scheme, I’d still want her.

I’d want her to love me.

Sofie feels like a rag doll in my arms as I feed on her. The deep clawing scratches she was inflicting upon me have slowed into a soft caress as her head rolls back, her cunt clenching down on my cock. I buck my hips faster and faster until I finish with a howl, pressing my forehead into the crook of her neck.

It takes a few moments, but as my senses return I feel her slow, steady heartbeat against my chest. We’ve collapsed on the floor, her on top of me. She’s not struggling, not trying to fight or flee. She’s staring at me with a renewed sense of vigor, despite her dangerously pale complexion.

She’s hatched another plan.

“Turn me,” she whispers. “Turn me and I’ll stay. I’ll make your formula.”

I dip my head to lick her wound, nicking my tongue to close the violent bite marks for her. The bruises remain, physical and otherwise, as silence unfurls around us.

The inky-black of the sky has faded, replaced with the slightest orange glow, and our audience has gone along with it. We need to get upstairs before sunrise.

I swallow hard and pick her up, cradling her in my arms as I head back to the penthouse.

“Dominic?” She frowns. “Did you hear me?”

“Back upstairs,” I mutter. “We’ll talk when I know you’re safe.”

SOFIE

Santa Cruz Boardwalk

Whenwegotbackupstairs, he gave me a quick bath before locking me back in the bedroom. I waited hours for him to come back in, worried that he might just leave me in there, but eventually I lost out to the exhaustion.

He woke me up with the sunset, apologizing for leaving me alone. He said he needed time to think, but he’d figured things out. Now, after a short drive, we’re out by the old boardwalk, sitting as the waves crash into the shore, dredging up old memories.

Dominic looks out at the water, ignoring me, his brow furrowed in concentration. It’s strange how much he can change in so little time. Far from the feral beast chasing me last night, now he looks deflated, his face only half-healed from my earlier assault.

I hear a distant scream across the water that makes my blood run cold.

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