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I gasp and pull away, licking my lips. I can’t trust myself if she continues. I want more. I’ll take more, and right now, I don’t know whether or not she actually wants to give me what I want. This could be out of habit as I know Fucking Aris has burned it into her very nature to do what she thinks a man wants without consideration to what she wants and desires and needs.
“Hayley,” I murmur, locking my fingers around her wrist, stopping her. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I want to.” Her breathy voice strikes my balls with another bolt of pleasure. “You want me to.”
Fuck me.
Standing up, I set her on her feet and gather her hands between mine. She frowns, her face screaming at me that she thinks I don’t like what she’s doing because I made her stop when it’s far from it.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her lip trembling. “I—what did I do wrong? Did you not like it?”
I knew it. Her question is confirmation enough that she thinks I rejected her. It’s in this moment that I want so badly to fly across the Strip, find Aris, and beat the shit out of him for the mental fuck he instilled in her.
Her eyes glass over, her heart picking up speed. “I’m sorry, Monroe,” she repeats.
I whip my head back and forth, taking a breath. My boiling anger toward Aris is getting misconstrued. She thinks she’s done something wrong and it’s far from that.
“Don’t apologize. It’s unnecessary,” I say, inhaling a breath to control the tone of my voice.
Dropping to my knees, I grasp her hands tightly, choosing to look up at her instead of down. I want to be as close to her level as I can be. I don’t know what it exactly is about her that has me wanting to bow at her feet, but I do know that donors aren’t beneath me. That’s one of the things the Bella Crew is about. We don’t need fear and control to keep our donors supplying blood. They do so because we respect them. We protect them and will fight to keep them even when the bastard leadership of La Vega tests us over and over, trying to take what doesn’t belong to them.
I wasn’t always so vicious and violent. But it’s what it takes to even maintain an ounce of power in this wild domain, uninfluenced by any other territories. Most have dozens of cities and power split between a few select, run like a business. I’ve never been far from La Vega—I was fucking born here before the Vampire Uprising, and I’m not leaving the city that should’ve always been mine.
“You did nothing wrong, but I want you to know that this isn’t the Aris Hotel. I know you’ve had it fucking beat into your head to obey and ensure whoever you’re with is satisfied. I know you feel like you’ve done something wrong because I stopped you. And I fucking know that you’re probably starting to question everything you know.” I touch my fingers to her cheek, searching her eyes. “You don’t have to. I want you to know right here and now that as much as I want you—and I mean, I really fucking want you more than anything, I haven’t earned the right. I want you to want me. I don’t want you doing things out of habit. I’m not one of Fucker Aris’s guests or clients. You’re not a donor who needs to submit to me because I stole your contract. You will not submit to me until I deserve you. I never want this to be about power and possession because that’s what you know. I want it to be about you giving up control because you trust me to take care of you how you need, little bird.”
Hayley tilts her head and searches my eyes, her brilliant turquoise gaze drinking me in as she processes what I’ve just said.
“There are vampires in this world that want power just to have power. They mistreat and take the beauty and gifts donors bring because they know they will never earn them any other way. I’m not like that. My crew isn’t like that. We cut out tongues, break bones, and take heads to prove as much.” I lean closer, sharing my breath with her. “And we do it on behalf of donors. I’ll do it on behalf of you.”
Hayley’s expression softens, her face brightening with a smile more stunning than anything I’ve ever seen on her. She closes the space completely, wrapping her arms around me as she meets me with a kiss that gets me in a good way. I slide my tongue into her mouth, tasting the savory flavor of her tongue.
My body hums and aches, begging me to throw her onto the bed. It takes everything in me to chill the fuck out. I need to get out of my room with her. If we stay, I know I’ll go against what I just said about wanting to earn her submission to me.
I stretch her lip with my teeth and kiss her once more, showing her how hard it is for me to put space between us. “Let me give you some of my blood and introduce you to the Bella Crew. I know the others want to meet the woman who has grabbed me by the balls and makes me want to fight harder than ever.”
Her smile falters, her fear obvious. “Okay.”
“I think Sawyer and Knox might be back too. They’re going to want to see that you’re okay,” I add, testing her for a reaction.
I really would fucking prefer she ignored those two bastards, but I have no right to tell her to do so. Just as they know they have no right to try to stop her from showing me attention. It’s a weird-ass arrangement, but our alliance is more important than anything else. If any of our crew thought something was threatening it...fuck. They won’t.
“Okay,” she repeats, remaining guarded with her feelings.
I wish I could listen to her thoughts to know what goes on in her mind, but like with everything else, I need to earn her trust, and I plan to.
Biting my wrist, I offer her my blood, which she accepts without question. She knows the reason I offer without having to ask, because there is no way I can let her keep my bite mark no matter how hot I think it looks on her. It’ll also ensure her mind is safe from being manipulated. After what happened at The Pala, I fucking want to give her my blood every hour of every day to ensure no one can force her to comply like that again.
Releasing the sexiest whimper, she sucks harder, causing me to tighten my hand through her hair. I lean in and kiss her jaw, savoring her mouth on me. I haven’t done a blood exchange with someone I was so utterly attracted to that my damn fangs extend automatically. I swear if she even thinks of touching my cock in this moment, I’ll blow a load in my pants. She’s that fucking good.
“You’re so sexy,” I whisper, keeping my voice low. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Hayley eases away and licks her blood-stained lips. She smiles, her face flushing and heating her skin as my blood already begins coursing through her system. I can’t stop from breaking my eyes from hers, the scent of her body growing more potent, inviting me to find out exactly what my blood does to her. It’s not always this way, but it’s clear that she reacts with the same desire I do while tasting her.
My damn nuts are goners. Rest in blue ball hell, you tight, aching bastards.
“We don’t have to go right away, you know,” she says, stroking her fingers over my shoulder.
I bob my head, suppressing my lust. “Fuck yeah, we do. If I don’t get you out of this damn room right now, we’re never leaving.”
