Anastasia is already mine. There’s no question she’s down for whatever I want from her. One of her hands immediately slides along the deep V of her dress, attempting to draw my eye to the perky display of her ample cleavage. Whereas Gina is model thin, Anastasia is all inviting curves—not that I’m at any risk of accepting what she’s offering.
Gina is a little more calculating, but it isn’t in regard to my offer. It’s whether she’s willing to share with her favorite minion. Before she can say anything, I grab her ass and drag her against my left leg. I maneuver her so she’s facing me but isn’t in a position to know that I’m not turned on in the slightest. She gasps, both of her hands trapped between our bodies.
Leaning down, I whisper, “I’ve always wanted to fuck to an audience. I can charm her to stand in the corner and watch while I take my time with you.” I laugh darkly. “She’ll be desperate, jealous, and unsatisfied because all I want is you.All of you.”
The idea that I will both fuck and feed from her while someone desperately wishes they couldbeher is all the convincing she needs.
“Anything to make you happy, baby,” she coos, fluttering her lashes at me.
It takes way too much energy not to roll my eyes… or slam her against the wall over and over again until she’s nothing but meat and splattered blood.
It’s not good enough for what she’s done.
Opening the door behind me, I usher them inside and lock it behind us.Can’t have anyone interrupting us.
The room isn’t very big, containing only a full-sized bed covered in a pale rose pattern bedspread, a couple of white nightstands, and sliding doors that lead to a closet. It’s good enough for what I need, and the blood will show perfectly on the pale carpet and furnishings.
As promised, I approach Anastasia first while Gina stands behind me. Anastasia’s pulse rises, and her eyes dilate when we’re only a few inches apart. In the tone of lovers, my voice takes on a smooth, hypnotic quality as I command, “Go stand in the corner.”
Her eyes glaze over, and like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted to do in her whole life, she scurries over to one of the corners of the room.
“Good girl,” I purr, barely hiding my contempt. “Now, don’t move and don’t speak unless I tell you to.”
Anastasia turns rigid in her corner, her eyes wide as it dawns on her that this isn’t the play she intended. I smile in the way of the violently unhinged, giving her a glimpse of my lethal rage. Her fear is an appetizer for my predator, but now it’s time for the main course.
I put the mask of the seductor back on and spin to face Gina. She’s wildly turned on, her arousal a wretched perfume. It makes me want to vomit.
“Get on the bed,” I order, my voice still the smooth sound of charming. “On your back with your hands against the headboard.”
She readily complies, seemingly unable to detect she’s been charmed at all—probably because it’s something she wants to do. She licks her pouty lips in anticipation, and it occurs to me she’s probably always wanted me exactly this way. When I was with her, I was a soft soul, excited and willing to please, but what she really wanted was this—domination with a promise of violence in her pleasure. Her pleasure will be violent indeed.
I stroll over to the side of the bed, pulling out my phone and setting it to record.
“What are you doing?” Gina asks, her voice breathy with desire.
“You’ll see,” I croon, placing my phone on the side of the bed.
“You’re so kinky.” She giggles, wiggling her body in what I presume is supposed to be an alluring way.
A mean smirk takes over my mouth, and coolly, I order, “Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
“I want you to bite me and make love to me at the same time,” she answers breathily, spreading her legs in desperation.
“Well, you’ll get one of your requests,” I remark, sliding my hands into my pockets, “but only after you do one thing for me.”
She starts to frown, the situation not going exactly as she expected, but she hasn’t lost hope. Her lips pull into a little pout when she asks, “What is it?”
Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, I rip her necklace off with vampire quickness in case there’s some special reserve of magic within her arcane focus. It leaves an angry red slash against her olive skin.
Before she can react to what happened, in a voice fueled with the icy touch of pure hatred, I demand, “Confess to all that you did to me. Every stolen touch. Every person you destroyed to isolate me. Every spell you cast to drag me back to you.”
Shock and indignation take over her features, but only what I asked for comes out of her mouth. “While we were dating, I tried to give you a hand job, but you stopped me, which is absurd. What teenage boy doesn’t want a hand job?”
“Just the facts,” I seethe, squeezing my hands tightly into fists. “I don’t need your running commentary.”
She huffs and rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Anyway, after we broke up, the girls helped me with a little spell that was supposed to make you need to feed from me. It didn’t work, obviously.”
“What was the spell exactly?” I growl, my heart hammering in my chest. Finally, I will know the truth.
