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“I think you need to get over here and get to sucking,” Rob said with a sure smile.
“Fuck you. ”
“Get to it. ”
She flipped him off and walked toward him. “Get out. Now!”
“Not until we're done,” he said firmly. His expression was fading from blank to incredibly forceful.
She moved past him, intending to open the door, and usher him out. He snagged her wrist, yanked her off her feet, and onto his lap. He was suddenly all over her, his hands creeping under her shirt and down her panties. He was massive and his girth seemed to consume her smaller frame. She began to panic.
“Just don't fight and it will be okay,” he whispered in her ear and licked it.
Her elbow came up and hit him hard in the sternum as her anger flared. To her surprise, he fell back, stunned and gasping. Realizing she had the upper hand, she leaped to her feet and kicked his huge gut hard.
“Do not fuck with me, asshole. ”
To her surprise, he kicked back, hitting her square in the stomach with his big boot, and knocked her back into the TV. If she had been a breathing mortal, she would have had the wind knocked out of her. But she wasn't breathing and she wasn't mortal. As he sat up gasping, he reached for her, and she stood with her feet apart.
“I'm warning you,” she said in a low voice.
“Get on your knees,” he snarled, and unzipped his jeans. His face was flushed and angry.
Scowling, she drew her fist back and punched him square in the jaw. His head rocked back as he let out a startled cry. Reaching down, she grabbed him by his belt buckle, and heaved him off the bed. Despite his massive weight, he came up easily. She whirled him around and reared back her fist. He was choking and foaming at the mouth as he tried to talk. Spitting out a few of his teeth, he reached desperately for her neck. Slamming her fist into his nose, she felt it break, then slide back into his meaty face. He hit the ground with a resounding thunk.
Licking the blood off her fingers, she stood over him, her gaze cold and cruel.
“Don't fuck with me,” she repeated.
Reaching down, she heaved the dying man up and bared long, terrible teeth, and drove them into his fatty neck.
Chapter Eight
“Sergio, I'm coming home,” her voice sounded shaky, even to her.
“You okay?” her cousin's rich voice asked, his West Texas accent thick and strong.
“Yeah, I'm just having a rough time right now,” she answered. She tried not to look at the mauled man on the floor of the hotel room.
“Yeah, I saw what went down at your college. Scary shit. Satanists doing stuff like that. Are you okay? Did you know anyone who died?”
Combing her fingers through the edges of her hair, she said, “Yeah, I knew someone. ”
“Were they close to you?” Sergio's voice asked.
Tears in her eyes, she looked over at the ravaged body. “Yeah. She was. I'm coming to see Grandmama. The bus leaves Dallas at 9:45. Can you pick me up around 11:30 in Eastland?”
“In the morning?”
“No, at night. I'm still. . . on my way. ”
“Yeah, sure. I could get you then. Grandmama will still be up watching the late night talk shows. You know how she is about them,” he said with a laugh. “But she said she missed you on Easter. More drama, huh?”
“You know how it is with our family. ”
“You mean how our Aunt drove to East Texas with her floozy eighteen year old daughter to help take care of her dying sister and how said floozy cousin then slept with your Dad? The way that is?”
“Yep. ” She wiped more tears away.
