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Damien felt his incisors threaten
to emerge when she caressed her mark, an action that did nothing to ease the
demanding, erotic pulse in his palm or the erection he’s been sporting since he
spotted her driving up. “Stop that,” he
ordered gruffly. “It won’t do any good,
so leave it be.”
“Why? What will help this ache? You’ve never told me what these signs mean,
but I can guess. We’re supposed to be
together, Damien. You know it, I know
it. Why are you fighting it?”
Damien had to steel himself against
the tears threatening to spill down her flushed cheeks and the urge to throw
her down on the two hundred-year- old area rug and fuck her senseless. Turning away from her, he struggled to get
himself under control. Striding over to
a small sidebar kept stocked for appearances, he poured himself a glass of
whiskey and downed it in one gulp, an action he would pay for later. While he didn’t need food or beverages to
live, he could swallow small amounts of both without any discomfiting side
effects.
“We can’t be together and that’s
all I’m going to say on the matter, Abrielle.
Go home, forget last night ever happened and we’ll go back to being
friends.”
“Friends,” she sneered at his back,
her heart breaking. He had given her
everything she ever wanted, yet now he withheld the one thing she wanted more
than anything else. “Are you going to
continue taking me to movies you don’t want to see, out for pizza and ice cream
you don’t eat? I’m not a child anymore.”
The vivid image of her sprawled
naked, her fingers moving in and out of her pink, wet sheath, would be forever
imprinted on his brain, a constant reminder she was a woman, his mate. Unfortunately, that image would forever be
paired with the image of another young, vibrant woman, a woman who hadn’t looked
near as beautiful as Abby after she climaxed under him and then died in his
arms. Aside from Isabelle and Marie, she
was the only woman he had taken blood from and to stick to that resolve, he had
to deny himself the one thing he wanted above all others-his mate. He knew from listening to and watching his
brethren with their mates that along with the urge to fuck came an equally
strong urge to taste the sweet elixir of their chosen one’s blood, an act that
enhances the pleasure and bond. Maybe
combining the two, sex and taking her blood, was different with one’s mate. His friends said it was so, but they were
never driven to the depths of madness Isabelle had driven him, and didn’t have
the consequences of those actions haunting them as he did.
“I know you’re not a child
anymore. As an adult, you should
realize, and accept you can’t have everything you want. Go home, Abby,” he told her, feeling old and tired.
He was shutting himself off from
her, his back rigid, his shoulders stiff as he waited for her to obey. But she wasn’t giving up yet. She had seen enough of him last night to see
how much he wanted her, how much he desired her. She refused to admit defeat now without one
last ditched effort to get him to change his mind. Unbuttoning her white blouse, she shoved it
open, unhooked the front clasp of her bra and let it hang open, revealing her
breasts before saying, “Turn around and tell me to my face you don’t want me,
that you want me to leave.”
Taking a deep breath to fortify
himself one more time, he turned to face her, cursing a blue streak when he saw
her cupping her full, naked breasts, her fingers toying with her pretty pink
nipples. “God damn it, you don’t know
what you’re doing. Get dressed,” he bit
out as he used herculean effort to keep from shoving her hands aside and
replacing them with his own.
With a soft laugh she taunted,
“I’ve been touching myself for several years now. I assure you, I know what I’m doing.” Her gaze shifted down to his crotch where his
erection was blatant proof he wanted her.
“See, you do want me.”
Damien realized he would have to take
harsh measures to deter her, measures she won’t like, but he sure as hell will. He knew his anger over being driven to this
was reflected in the reddish hue glowing in his brown eyes, but it was time she
knew exactly who, or what, she was dealing with. Lifting his lips just enough to have the
pointed tips of his incisors visible, he stalked to her with slow menace. “You should know better than to bait a
monster. You’ve claimed you know what I
am, but you’ve never actually seen proof, have you?”
Abrielle’s first instinct was to
flee, to run out of fear of the unknown, but something kept her rooted in
place, some sixth sense that told her he would never harm her. His eyes had an eerie reddish tint and the
glimpse of sharp white fangs sent a tremor through her, but surprisingly not
one of fear. Her pussy, already damp
from playing with her nipples, from having those glowing eyes on her nakedness,
elicited a gush of moisture as she imagined those sharp teeth piercing her skin
as she bucked under his hard body, pinned by both his cock and his teeth impaling
her.
“You don’t scare me, Damien,” she said
when he stopped right in front of her, forcing her to look up, way up, into his
handsome, tortured face. “You might be
vampire, but you wouldn’t hurt me.”
“Ah, but there are all kinds of
pain, aren’t there my little one?”
Grabbing her hand, he pulled her over to the small settee facing the
black marble fireplace. Without giving
her a chance to back out, he sat down and hauled her unceremoniously over his
thighs, flipping up her long skirt and shoving down her thong panties so fast
all she could do was stutter in shock.
The first slap landed with a loud
smack on her right buttock, the pain hot and sharp, surprise and humiliation
making her squirm. “Ow! Damn it, that hurt. Let me up.” She struggled to rise with her breathless
demanded.
“No,” he answered implacably,
pinning her thrashing legs with his left leg and holding her shoulders down with
his right hand while he delivered another solid blow on her left cheek. “More than you need to learn to obey me, you
need to learn there can be dire consequences if you don’t.” Damien swatted her twice more, the sight of
her bouncing, lily white ass turning pink with each one, making him wonder if
it would be him who had to deal with these consequences more than her. His hard cock pressed with insistent painfulness
against his zipper, his palm ached with hard, erotic throbbing, and he wanted
nothing more than to sink between those now damp folds. Cursing at that telltale, unexpected
response, he slapped her ass several more times, each one a little harder.
Abby cried out as he peppered her
buttocks with fast, hard smacks, her inclination to shift away from his
descending hand unconsciously switching to lifting her hips to meet each strike. As the shock from her predicament waned, she realized
the heat encompassing her buttocks had spread down to her pussy, the tingling,
throbbing pain making her ache for more.
Grinding her pelvis against his hard thigh, she whimpered as that slight
friction had her pussy throbbing in tune with her ass and the mark on her
breast.
“Damien,” she moaned lowly, not
understanding how this humiliating experience could turn her on. Confused by her response to the pain and
vulnerability, she only knew she didn’t want it to stop.
Damien couldn’t see her face
through the mink curtain of her long hair, but he couldn’t resist the plea in
her tone, the telltale sheen coating her labia or the way she lifted for his
next smack then ground down on his leg after he delivered it. “You weren’t supposed to like this, Abby,” he
muttered with a self-deprecating laugh.
“You always were wild and unpredictable.”
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