Page 20 of The Vampire’s Prey

Gritting my teeth, I throw my shirt to the floor. “You owe me for that you know,” I grumble as I pop the button of my shorts.”

He laughed. “I’m pretty sure I’m good for it.”

As I shimmy out of my shorts, his laughter stops short. I bend down to ease them around my ankles and come face to face with his hardened length. I swallow. Even from behind his pants, it looks impressive.

It’s not until he speaks that I realize I’m still half bent, just staring at his erection.

“Hurry it along or someone is going to get more than just a peep show of you.”

Glancing up, I see the intense look in his eyes. My breathing stops for a few moments. “Yes, sir,” I whisper, easing back up. Goosebumps cover my body as chilled air circles me. “I’m ready to go down now.”

“I don’t think you’re quite ready.”

Confused, I look down to see my bra and underwear. Thank heavens I actually have a cute set on today. My nipples jut out scandalously from the lace. It’s so hard not to cover up. My arms and brain war with each other until I clasp my hands together behind my back just to keep them still. The motion thrusts my breasts forward even more, and judging by his sharp inhale, Adrian is not immune.

“But I’m undressed.”

“You’re not naked yet.” He crosses his arms and gives my chest a pointed stare.

“But. No…you can’t be serious.”

“Deadly.”

“I can’t just show you all of me! That’s beyond improper!

His bark of laughter startles me. There’s no more humor in him. I get the feeling that I’ve used up all my good will.

“Improper? Let’s talk about improper, little miss. Who was it that decided to sneak into somewhere she didn’t belong in the first place?”

“But I—”

“And who is it that lied about sneaking?”

“Well I—”

“And who,” he yanks me towards him, “has broken her promises time and again.”

I struggle in his arms, but they are like iron around me. I can’t escape him. Every breath fills my lungs with his scent and traps me further under his spell. “I—”

“You know you deserve to be punished.” He reaches down and tilts my head up to look at him. “Obey me and yield. The slate will be wiped clean, and we can enjoy the rest of the night. You don’t want this hanging over your head, do you?”

His words lance through my heart from the disappointment dripping from his lips. I always repent and do my penance. Always. Why was this time so hard? Because you don’t think you actually did anything wrong? But I did. He is right. Everything I’ve done tonight has been the wrong thing. Guilt rises up. I have to make this right. Pride be damned. Why is that always my main sin?

Looking back, every time I have been punished, it is always because of pride. I thought Father would have beaten that out of me by now. I guess I’m just a hopeless cause. Remorse fills me. This is exactly what I deserve. I keep following my pride deeper and deeper into the depths of hell. Now, I’m being courted by Satan. Fitting.

Reaching back, I unclasp my bra while using my other hand to keep the front of it in place. Shame floods through me as I burrow into Adrian. I’m as close to him as I can be while still being able to remove my bra. I struggle to pull it out from between us, but I’ll be damned if I expose myself more than I have to. Besides, once I’m naked, I can get my clothes back on and head downstairs.

Keeping that in mind, I press my chest against his while hooking my thumbs into the band of my thong. The quicker I do this, the quicker I can put it all back on.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

He’s laughing at me. The jerk is actually laughing at me. “You know what I’m trying to do!” I’m struggling. That’s what I’m doing. No matter how I twist my hips, I can’t seem to pull my underwear down and still keep my chest planted against his.

He laughs again, his chest bouncing. His shirt scrapes against my nipples, sending zings of pleasure straight through me.

“Maybe if you backed up a little bit?”

I glare at him.