Page 27 of Blood We Steal

I felt all of it, the burn and the stretch and the impossible thickness dragging deeper and deeper, until his hips hit the backs of my thighs and he was all the way in. Buried. I couldn’t breathe around how full I was. Split open. Stuffed with him.

Again something passed his face, and then his hand came down between my shoulder blades and he looked down at where our bodies connected.

“You are untouched. Were anyway.” His voice was rough, surprised.

“I told you the truth, Rubin.”

He huffed, and his voice came out low and mean. “You’re a liar, miu.”

He pressed my face harder into the desk and then he moved and I lost the ability to think.

He pulled almost all the way out, so slow I felt every inch of him leave me, then pushed back in with a long brutal stroke. Then again, and again, pulling out so slow it set my teeth on edge, then slamming back in so hard it drove the air out of my lungs.

When I’d dreamed of this, I’d imagined soft kisses, the gentle sway of bodies coming together.

In reality, Rubin fucked me with all the hate I’d seen in his eyes, one hand fisted in my hair, the other clamped on my hip hard enough to bruise, hauling me back onto him to meet every thrust. His breath had gone ragged. His rhythm, which had started so controlled, so deliberate, was coming apart at the edges and giving less than a fuck if I came with him.

“That’s it,” he ground out. “Take every fucking inch.”

I did, the pain of his entry a distant memory, the pleasure of his claiming crowding out everything. There were no rose petals here, no candlelight, only Rubin’s cock conquering my pussy and making it his to use as he pleased.

Everything I’d never known I wanted, and when he curled his fingers into my ass cheek and leaned forward to bite my neck, I came. I didn’t mean to.

I didn’t even know it was coming.

There was no warning, no climb, just climax that tore through me in wave after wave as my pussy clenched around his cock like it didn’t want to let go.

He lost his rhythm midstroke and his cock jerked hard inside me.

He cursed, the meaning of the word uttered in his native tongue unknown, but the fury unmistakable.

My eyes snapped open and I looked back at him as he fisted his cock, slick with me, the crown angry red and leaking as he jerked it hard and came, spilling his cum across my ass.

He stepped back and grabbed a tissue and wiped his cock and tucked himself back into his uniform.

He roughly pulled my jeans up and handed me a tissue. When I met his eyes again, I shivered. It had nothing to do with the cold.

THIRTEEN

Rubin

Ilistened to Simone behind me, but didn’t bother to look at her.

I knew what I’d see, embarrassment, a touch of anger, but ultimately acceptance.

Couldn’t bear it because it was all a lie. This had been a transaction like any other before it. It had been a long time. She was available. The agreement had been made.

It didn’t matter that she’d been telling the truth.

Just like it didn’t matter that knowing no one else had had her unleashed a possessiveness that was terrifying. Just like the regret that this hadn’t happened in a California King bed with thousand-dollar sheets and the world not falling apart didn’t matter.

Taking her that way gave me distance, and I needed it. Because through all the hatred, I still wanted her, could remember the feel of her skin against my palms, the sweet little sounds she’d made, remembered how being that close to her almost made me forget what she was, what she’d done.

And that was more dangerous than any zombie.

But my mind kept straying back to those moments. The shocked pleasure at uncovering that she hadn’t been lying. How she’d come on my cock without warning or prompting, without me even trying. How even now, when the power was finally, completely in my hands, she managed to surprise me.

How much I fucking hated that.