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“I would imagine around the time you took the job.” Antoine offered with another thrust of his hips.
I shook my head. “Nope. Not in the job description.”
Antoine's mouth found the shell of my ear, his tongue sliding down the length of my neck. “Perhaps it was when I made you my human servant.” His fangs teased the place where his mark would forever be embedded into my skin and my hips bucked against him.
“A technicality.” I gasped, tugging at my bound hands. “I had to do it...”
“Had to?” Antoine purred against my neck before lowering down to the neckline of my dress. Riiiip. Antoine jerked the bodice in half baring my breasts to him.
“You could have imagined it away. You didn’t have to rip it.” I grumbled. I liked this dress. Even if it wasn’t real.
Antoine peered up at me briefly to state, “Not nearly as satisfying,” before he struck. His fangs sliced into the flesh of my breast and though it was a dream I felt every second of it as if he were in the bedroom with me on the other side of town where the vampire council were holding me captive.
His mouth sucked on my breast while his hand snuck between us. Jerking at the skirt of my dress, he pushed it up my waist. Those long fingers found their way between my thighs and though he had preferred to rip the dress, my panties disappeared.
Moaning and bucking against his hand, I tugged with more earnestness at my hands, wanting to touch him more than anything.
“Please...” I cried out.
Antoine flicked my clit and lifted his head from my breast, licking my blood from his lips. “Yes?” His fingers pumped into me over and over so that I couldn’t get a word out. “Tell me, Piper. What is it you want?”
“P...please,” I tried again, whimpering. “Let me go.”
Antoine stopped. His hand was gone.
I cried out and thrashed at the sudden loss of his hand. I’d been so close. So close to release. I needed it. I needed him. All of them. Like I needed to breathe. I was suffocating here. Moments away from slashing my way through the vampires until I reached freedom and sweet, sweet release.
My body flipped and my knees were shoved up and apart. Antoine growled into my ear, “I will never let you go,” then thrust inside of me.
With one hand on my hip and the other holding my hands tightly above me, Antoine shoved his way inside, hitting me exactly where I needed it most.
My cheek pressed into the side of the couch, the material biting into my skin. Every shift of Antoine's hips brought me higher and higher. My legs shook with effort and my clit ached for release.
I could only imagine what I looked like laying in my bed alone while being fucked within an inch of my life inside my mind. Was I moaning like a bitch in heat? Could they smell the scent of my arousal beneath the sheets? Would I scream out when I finally reached orgasm?
“Stop thinking,” Antoine ordered with an extra hard thrust of his hips. “Be here with me.”
I swallowed down my scream and tried to do as he wanted. The vampire council had taken so much from me I wouldn’t let them have this too. Except that was easier said than done. Once I had thought about how I looked from the outside I found myself curbing my moans. Biting my lips to hold back my screams. Trying to hold myself still so as to not give away what was happening.
Antoine was having none of that.
We shifted again this time my hands, still bound, were thrown over his neck as he guided me up and down on his lap. The rest of my dress disappeared and Antoine positioned us in just the right way that my swollen center rubbed against his lower abdomen as he thrust back inside of me.
My eyes closed tightly, my head falling back.
“No.”
My eyes snapped open.
“Look at me.” Antoine's command swept through my body and it was hard not to obey. I still didn’t understand how his powers still worked in the dream world. Was it because of our bond or his abilities were just that strong?
The intensity of his gaze on mine made everything heightened and everything tightened.
“Tell me what I want to hear and I’ll let you come.” Antoine murmured against my lips.
“In your dreams,” I panted and jerked him closer by my bound hands until our lips met.
I could taste the tang of my blood on his tongue and it only served to spur me on. Then it was me who was lifting myself by my arms and slamming myself back down on him. To my delight, Antoine groaned into my mouth.
