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He quirks an eyebrow at me, tilting his head toward Fayla’s cell. “The irony of that statement is so delicious, I almost want to let you try…”
“What are you talking about?” I demand.
But he just shrugs his shoulders and turns away. “You’ll see…”
The moment he’s gone I rush back to the hole, peering in to see where Fayla is. She’s in the far corner, her knees drawn up into her nightgown, her face buried in her arms.
“That monster won’t hurt you. I won’t let him,” I promise her.
“He’s…he’s a vampire…like Angelica ” she whispers.
I nod, then realize she can’t see me from over there and clear my throat, desperate to reassure her. “He is, and they’re all murderers and monsters. That’s who I kill Fayla, I rid the world of the vampire scum that reside in Sorin City.” I take a beat for her to let the information sink in. “My name is Sebastian Bane, I’m the leader of the Blood Knights.”
Chapter5
Fayla
Sebastian Bane…
I knew the name Sebastian sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place where I’d heard it. Not until the name ‘Bane’ rolled off the lips I was imagining kissing only moments before. The Blood Knights are callous vampire hunters, monsters Father told me I’d never meet, and yet? Here I am.
“He won’t ever suck your blood, Fayla. I’ll kill him first. I protect humans, it’s my job. My calling. It’s what I live for!”
Sebastian’s voice is full of righteous conviction. Now I understand what the winged one meant about irony. Sebastian doesn't know I’m a vampire too.
“Let's pretend none of that ever happened, alright love? Come here…”
He beckons me, his hand coming through the hole, but I can’t bring myself to move. Moments ago my body was on fire, my hands slick with my own fluids, and my other hand on his rock-hard protrusion. His body’s so different from mine, so hard where I’m soft. Imagining him rubbing that hard piece of him between my legs was making me so hot and needy.
“He scared you, I know. It’s going to be alright. Like you said, you didn’t do anything wrong. Come back to me, Fayla. I want to touch you…”
I want him to touch me, too. Gods, I want him to touch me everywhere. Even though I know who he is and what he’s done, even as I know he’s the bad guy he says he is, I still want him to touch me. Slowly, as if I can't help it, I slip my hands back between my legs and moan. I’m still hot, still wet, and I need something I can’t describe.
“Fayla?” his voice breaks as he pulls his hand back through the hole, and I see a flash of light reflecting off his eyes as he looks at me.
“I…I can’t stop… It feels too good…” I tell him honestly, but I pull my eyes away from him. The feel of my fingers between my legs is addictive, every stroke is better than the last. I want to rub and rub until I can’t rub anymore. I don’t know what I’m chasing, but I know I need it more than anything in my life.
I hear Sebastian’s breathing grow heavy on the other side of the wall. I hear him groan with pleasure, and I know he’s touching himself too. It isn’t long before neither of us can be quiet about it anymore. Before my moans are so loud they’re echoing off the walls. It feels so good, so blissfully amazing, that I have to lay down and push my hips against my hand as I writhe on the floor.
“I’m gonna come for you, Fayla…” Sebastian tells me.
All at once, I wish he would come in here at the same time I wish I was far away from him.
“You can’t get out of your cell,” I whisper. “How are you going to come for me?”
His only answer is a throaty chuckle, and something that sounds like ‘fucking innocent’ before he gasps and his breathing becomes so rapid that it concerns me. Goosebumps race up and down my skin, like his moans are caressing every inch of me.
“Your turn…” he whispers, and I see his eyes watching me through the hole. “Pull down your panties. I want to see.”
I swallow hard, but for some reason I do as I’m told. I turn on the floor facing him, locking eyes with him. His eyes trail down my body, to the center where I’m touching myself.
“Rub harder, faster. Quick circles,” he urges.
Against my better judgment I listen. I’m letting my family’s biggest enemy outside of the Monroe clan order me how to touch myself. The very idea of what I’m doing feels so wrong, but makes me so excited. He’s a killer, like he said, but instead of killing me he wants me to moan for him. He wants me to imagine he’s touching me.
“Something’s happening!” I gasp, feeling my stomach tighten as my butt clenches and my hips rise from the ground. “Oh, it hurts!” The feeling is confusing, pleasure and pain and a need like I’ve never felt before exploding inside me.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop until you explode! Then hold pressure!” His voice is rough, desperate. He’s breathing harder than earlier. I eagerly obey, swiping my middle finger in tantalizing circles around the little nub where it feels the best. “Fuck, yes! Just like that!”
