More domination.
More endless orgasms for his pleasure rather than my own.
My legs crossed, my muscles tightening in protest. Cam had never pushed my body like this, taking me to such an extreme over and over again.
Who knew it was possible to come this much? This often?
I shuddered, my stomach clenching.
I need more than an evening off. I need a week.
No. What I need is to fix Cam.
But how?
I pressed my palm to my head, my thoughts spinning with doubts and questions and painful realizations.
The mental wall between us was too strong. Sex hadn’t helped. If anything, it’d just made all this worse.
Cam saw me as nothing more than a fuck doll.
He might have offered me a bath and some food today, but it wasn’t for me. It was for him. Just like everything else.
I swallowed hard, my eyes falling closed.What am I going to do?
He was off preparing for tomorrow’s meeting, reviewing test results or whatever. Trying to perfect the concept of immortal blood bags.
All to replace me,I thought sourly.
My fingers curled into fists.
This was unacceptable. All of it. Including me sitting here, wallowing in my sorrows.
Which I’d been doing for at least an hour now.
Shit.
I ran my hand over my face and glanced at the camera in the ceiling.
A vague conversation trickled through my mind. Something about turning off various live feeds and no longer relying on technology for security.
Cam had said to move all the vampires to the labs, thus leaving the Coventus to be guarded by humans.
And the catacombs,I considered, my lips curling down.They’re probably leaving that unguarded, too.
It was sacred ground. No one would think to go there. And everyone was asleep anyway.
Except the Blessed Ones who had recently been awakened.
Too bad Cronus isn’t one of them,I muttered to myself.Or Cane.
They would fix Cam in a heartbeat. Not only would he remember them, but he’d also respect them and their opinions.
Blowing out a breath, I stood from the dining table and busied myself with the breakfast dishes. I’d let them sit a bit toolong, but I welcomed the tedious task, as it gave me something to do while I pondered my options.
I could try his computer again. It’s probably been overhauled with some sort of monitoring security, though. And who knows if the network—internal or otherwise—is even working?
My lips twisted.
