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I think when he reaches forward and yanks me against his body.
Our mouths clash together, desperation leaking into the kiss. I moan into him, opening my lips with the sound. He takes advantage of the opening and dives his tongue inside, tasting and exploring me. My hands cling to him as I try to remain standing on shaky legs.
Pulling back, he looks down at me, desire burning in his blackened eyes. Gripping my hair, he tugs my head back, pulling a sharp hiss from me. “I need to fuck you, hummingbird.” He growls, running his nose up my throat. I stiffen when I feel the sharp scrape of his fangs against my neck. “Let me taste you. Let me please you. Let me make you mine.” Pres murmurs against my skin, the tips of his long teeth pressing down harder.
Delirious with need, I nod mutely, unable to form words. He hums his approval and sinks his fangs into my throat. Each pull as he sucks my blood from me sends a jolt of desire straight through my body. I’m desperate for this immortal man before me. I need him to fuck me. I need him so badly I’d be willing to give anything.
Trailing a hand down my arm, he moves further down my body, gliding past my stomach and brushing against my hips. I gasp as he shoves up the hem of my dress, pushing my panties to the side. With another long pull at my neck, Pres shoves two fingers into my pussy. I cry out from the overwhelming sensations…
I slam the book shut and leap from the chair, my face flaming. The burn between my legs is beyond painful and I feel like everyone can tell what I was just reading.
Nope. Can’t do it.
Abandoning the books, I rush toward the bathroom. Once inside, I splash cold water on my face several times, desperately trying to cool myself down.
It proves fruitless as the minutes tick by and I’m still just as needy as the one before.
Fuck me.
Going into one of the stalls, I quickly relieve myself, wash my hands, and exit. I need to find Fallon and we need to get the fuck out of here.
As I hunt through the store, my mind keeps wandering, picturing Killian as a desperate vampire begging to fuck me. The image is almost as good as the memories we have together already.
No, stop right there. This was supposed to stop these desires. Not make them worse.
Too late for that.
I need him. And I need him more than ever.
Chapter 18
Killian
I glare at the woman before me. It’s not the first time I’ve been paired up for an assignment but I hate it just as much each time.
“You know I don’t want to be here anymore than you do.” Arriana snaps, shooting daggers back at me.
I let out a long sigh. “I’m too old for this shit.” I mumble, running a hand down my face.
She smirks, crossing her legs and leaning back in her seat. “Now that we can agree on, old man.” I glower at her as she chuckles. “Seriously, how old are you? Seventy-five? Got your AARP card yet, grandpa?”
My fingers tighten around the edge of the table.
One job. You can get through one job.
I take in a deep breath, filling my lungs as I picture Avamarie. Some of the rage dissipates as she fills my mind.
A few more deep breaths and I’m able to control my temper enough to return my focus to the job. “Let’s just get this over with.” I grumble, pulling up my phone and reviewing the details once more.
We have been sent to take care of the son of a local politician with his eyes set on running for governor. The request was to make it look like a break-in gone wrong. My stomach sours as I choose not to focus on how fucked up it is this man is willing to murder his own son for the chance of a promotion.
“Yeah, it’s fucked up, right?” Arriana murmurs.
I glance up and see her studying her own phone, a look of disgust on her face. Meeting my eyes, she sets her phone down and pulls out a small pocket knife. I watch as she flicks it open and runs the blade along her skin.
“If you ask me, we should be going after Mr. Father of the Year. But nope,” Slamming the knife sideways onto the table, she sighs dramatically, settling into her seat again. “Not where the money’s at. Fucking capitalism.” Turning her gaze away, she glares out the window of the train.
She really does have a point. I’m often hit with the desire to take out the lowlives who hire our services. I can’t as it would be bad for business but it doesn’t stop the resentment I feel that the rich fucks orchestrate the end of another person simply because they have more money. An arbitrary invention of society thatreally does nothing but create an unequal power dynamic. It’s why I got into this business in the first place.
