Page 102 of Imprisoned with the Vampire King

"You never told me how long it's been since you were with someone."

"I fucked you a few weeks ago," I said, knowing that wasn't what he was asking.

His chuckle made me warm.

I wasn't surprised at all when he didn't push for information. The man had clearly learned that the key to getting me to talk was just to shut up until I was uncomfortable enough to start rambling.

"Eighty-something years," I finally admitted, still sipping my water.

Dante's entire body stiffened.

"I don't know the exact number. I haven't been keeping track or anything."

"It had been that long before I went down on you in solitary confinement?" he finally asked.

"Yep."

An unfamiliar emotion reverberated through the bond that connected our minds.

Discomfort.

Or guilt, maybe?

"Don't feel bad for me. I had plenty of sex before that. I think I'm more experienced than you, even after my intentional dry spell," I said.

"I'd need to see the list of all the places you've had sex, to decide whether or not that's accurate."

"You're developing an obsession with that list."

"Of course I am. I want to upstage everyone else you've ever been with."

"That seems like a pointless goal."

He lifted an eyebrow. "Would you want to be the second-best woman I've been with?"

God, no.

I'd kill someone.

Or just fuck him until he'd forgotten everyone else.

Which... may have been his point. Or his plan.

"Alright, maybe it's reasonable," I acquiesced. "I'll try to come up with a list. But for the record, I don't remember sex ever feeling as good as it did when you knotted me in my studio."

"Good." His lips brushed my temple. "Let's get going."

I agreed, and he flagged down the person who had served us.

"I think I won our bet," he added.

He had definitely won. I hadn't believed him about people staring, but literally everyone in the restaurant looked at me when I walked in. They'd barely noticed the gigantic vampire king behind me.

"You did." I turned my head and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before sliding out from beneath his arm. "Congrats."

His amusement made my lips curve upward. His hand sprawled over my hip while we walked out of the restaurant.

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