Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I could tell the moment it penetrated what had almost happened to her.
The thing about vampires’ metabolism wasn’t that it filtered faster, but also that it hit faster. So where it would’ve taken a few long minutes for the drug to hit a human’s bloodstream, to travel to all of their senses, it took less than thirty seconds for the vampire in front of me to show signs.
I guestimated that he’d be affected by this for over twenty minutes, if not a few minutes longer.
“Pavlov,” I called. “Please escort this piece of shit to the same room that Fox took the other. Force him to do the de-throating.”
Pavlov started to laugh, but nonetheless did my bidding, leaving me alone with two very freaked out women.
“You will be taken home,” I told Keisha.
Her eyes stayed on me as she nodded. “Okay.”
My eyes flicked to Chen, and he understood in less than a second.
“My lady.” He held out his arm.
Keisha took it shakily, and walked away, taking a few glances over her shoulder to make sure she was doing the right thing by leaving Acadia with me.
I gave her a reassuring nod, and she slumped in relief right before she disappeared out the door.
Render was there, watching the comings and goings, and I waved him off.
He nodded once and returned to his position at the door.
Nobody else would be let in this night, though, that I knew.
Unfortunately for the people outside, as well as my wallet.
“Come with me,” I ordered, trying not to let my eyes slide down her delicious body and take in her too-short dress that I wanted to rip off of her with my teeth.
She crossed her arms.
“I’m busy.”
I stopped, stunned that she didn’t follow.
“Oh?” I asked carefully.
She swallowed but held her ground.
“Yes.” She nodded.
“Tell me.” I sidled closer. “What are you so busy doing that you cannot speak to me in private?”
She gritted her teeth, and I could’ve sworn she growled.
“I’m busy enjoying the night,” she said, her eyes going to my still bloody hand. “But you ruined that for me.”
I moved closer and dropped my mouth to her shoulder.
“It entertains you to be drugged and fucked?”
She stiffened, her eyes going to the glass that had previously been hers.
“That… Keisha wouldn’t have let anything happen to me.”
I held her in place, though, worried what I might do if I saw fear on her face right now.
“Go to my office,” I ordered.
She shivered in my arms.
“I don’t know where your office is.”
“Fuck it,” I growled, then teleported.
Her gasp of surprise echoed off the empty walls of the overlook to the club. A more secure room was not to be found within the distance I was comfortable being away from her.
I didn’t do much business here, hence the reason for essentially no furniture.
Hell, the only thing in the entire room was a large high-backed chair that I would sit in and look over the club through the wall-to-wall one-way glass mirror that overlooked everything from about thirty feet in the air.
It was only accessible by a single set of stairs, and the stairs were protected by the guard that only ever stood up here to watch over the area from a higher vantage point.
The sound of the door closing, though, followed him as he left the room as quietly as possible.
He was good like that, though.
Very discreet.
Normally I brought women up here to feed.
This woman, though, I was going to fuck.
“You scared?” I asked her, running my hand up the soft skin of her forearm.
She looked down at the bloody hand that was touching her and didn’t recoil like I expected her to.
No, she pressed her body more fully into me.
“No,” she said honestly. “I’m sad.”
That I didn’t like to hear.
“That why you’re here?” I asked, my words rasping against the sensitive skin of her neck. “To punish us both?”
She whirled in my arms.
“I wouldn’t be punishing us if you would just give us what we both wanted!” she hissed.
I knew what it felt like to be pushed away. She wasn’t doing it overtly or anything, but I could already feel the distance between us. The distance that was making my heart feel…off.
My jaw clenched.
“You don’t know what I want, little girl,” I snapped. “You have no clue whatsoever what you’re asking of me.”
“I know exactly what I’m asking,” she cracked. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Fucking?” I asked. “Fucking doesn’t take any emotional ties. If that’s all you want, I can oblige you.”
Her eyes widened.
“That’s not…”
“What’s not?” I snapped. “You don’t want this? Me?”
I pressed the hardened length of my cock against her, causing her eyes to widen.
“You haven’t fed.” She bit her lip. “How?”
“How do you know I haven’t fed?” I asked silkily.
“Because you have bags underneath your eyes,” she informed me. “That only happens when you haven’t fed.”