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I chuckle. “Nothing she didn’t want me to do, seeing as she’s not human and I am unable to use my Allure on her,” I say, reveling in the fact that she now knows that Gia wanted to be here.
But something else slips into her scent, something bitter, and the smirk on my face grows wider when I realize what it is.
Jealousy.
“If I put my hand between your legs right now, will I find you wet, little lamb? I can smell your arousal all the way where I was seated; did you want to take Gia’s place, hm? Do you want to spread your legs for me so I can take my fill?”
Her eyes blaze with anger, and her brow furrows in annoyance. “Over my dead fucking body,” she grumbles, and that little act of defiance gets my cock even harder.
Brushing my thumb over her bottom lip, she draws in a sharp breath, and I lean my face close. She doesn’t move back, but I can tell by the stuttering of her heart and the way she grips her chair that fear has her in its grip.
“That can be arranged,” I say, then smirk as I walk away from her and call Valentine to take her back to her room.
Little Katherine, the hunter who swore to kill creatures of the night and slaves of the moon, got aroused watching me drink another woman’s blood. I’m sure she’ll hate herself for that more than she can ever hate me.
KATHERINE
Iarch my back off the bed and let out a moan, his tongue lapping at my hardened clit while two of his fingers pump inside of me, caressing my sweet spot.
Fisting his hair in my hand, I wrap my legs around his neck and drive my drenched pussy into his face; he smirks when I do this, then continues his assault on my sex until I scream out my release.
Not long after this, he slams his massive cock inside of me, groaning as soon as he’s entered me to the base. I dig my nails into his tattooed back, raking them over the length of him until they find their way into his lower back, and I meet his thrusts while pushing him deeper.
His thrusts become more frenzied, taking from me what he needs while I give him everything I have to offer. He lightly nips at my shoulder, his hand slipping around my neck and squeezing gently.
My moans turn into screams the closer I am to my peak, while his groans become grunts, and I feel his cock becoming more engorged every time he enters me.
He takes me higher and higher, my desire climbing and climbing until I am just at the edge, and I wrap my legs tighter around the width of his body.
“Come for me, little lamb,” his gruff voice is laced thick with need as he continues to pump his enormous length inside of me. “Show me how much you want this; I want to feel that pussy trembling on my cock.”
My eyes wrench open when I realize what the fuck is happening, and I shoot up out of the bed. The drapes are drawn, everything is dark, and I’m fully dressed; all alone in my room.
A hand flies to my chest as if to calm my wildly beating heart, and I can feel the moisture between my legs.
It takes me a few seconds to realize that I just had a fucking sex dream about my captor.
I run to the bathroom and splash my face with ice-cold water before looking at my reflection in the mirror above the sink. My cheeks are flushed, my pupils dilated, and my eyes wide - I look like I just had the best sex of my life.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Katherine?” I grumble at my reflection, anger taking arousal’s place, and I shake my head. If Xenia had to see me now, she would cut me off and then kill me alongside Priest.
After our so-called dinner last night, which left me shaken up, I immediately had a shower to get rid of the crawling on my skin. I don’t know why I reacted the way I did, why watching him drinking someone else’s blood…did that to me.
Did he slip his blood into my food? I know his blood can knock me unconscious, but can it also cause desire?
That must be it. There’s no way that watching him turned me on and made me want to switch places with that girl…I would never normally react like that.
A vampire is a sickening beast who takes and takes before he eventually kills. This must be his way of slowly torturing me; he said he would make me suffer, right?
Fuck that. I do not want Gabriel Priest in that way; there’s no fucking way I would ever let him do that to me.
But even as I think this, my mind goes back to the dream I just had, and my cheeks warm with shame. I liked it; his tongue on me, his cock inside of me, slamming into me. God, I’m going fucking crazy being here.
I walk back to the bed and grab the knife I took at dinner from the nightstand. It’s made from the same material as everything else and is amazingly blunt, but I can use it as a weapon.
Funny enough, it makes me feel safer having it close to me, so I vow to slip it into something I wear whenever I’m around one of those cunts.
Looking at the clock on the wall, I see that it’s 8 am and stroll over to the large windows. I pull the thick drapes back to let sunlight stream into the room and fasten them with a tie-back, then sink to the floor in front of it.
