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My legs became rubber when he set them back on the floor. I didn t need to support
myself long, though. He pulled his tight jeans down enough to expose his hard cock
before lifting me to his hips. With a rough shove, he thrust his full length inside and took
me with ravenous force. One of his hands under my ass, the other braced the back wall of
the closet. Ecstasy and passion escalated, the force of his consistent pounding had my
back against the wall, my arms stretched out in front of me still tied. He leaned in to kiss
me, but knocked his forehead against the clothes rod.
Merde. He swore with venom then ducked under the obstacle and came up
between my arms to kiss me. I could taste myself on his lips. Each stroke got fiercer, the
muscles in my shoulders ached from the pull on the bindings.
Then the rod snapped, the sharp edge scratched my forearm as we fell and landed in
a tangle on the closet floor. My dresses and his suits became our mattress while he
continued his demanding rhythm. I floundered with disorientation only for a second
before he found my sweet spot, the one that rendered me into a screaming wild animal.
Whenever he discovered this trigger, he could never outlast it. His cries joined mine
not moments after.
He rested his head on my chest with one hand caressing a breast. The rod is lodged
in my back. Can you pull it out for me? He asked in a calm manner, as if asking me to
pass the salt.
It stuck out at a forty-five degree angle. I wrapped my fingers around it and yanked.
It wasn t embedded deep. You almost got staked. I tossed it away from him, as if it was
poisonous. Such a small thing could have destroyed what we had. I always thought of
Rurik as indestructible.
What a way to go. He kissed me again while wiggling out of his jeans.
As I tried pressing him closer my hand slid on something slick. I glanced over his
shoulder. Blood. It glistened red and thick. The hunger made its presence known again.
I fed you only two days ago. My hunger must have shown on my face. I could
have lied, but my secrets almost killed him once.
I know. My voice shook. This urge made me ashamed when it first appeared a year
ago. I was beyond shame now. Even alcohol didn t grip me like this when I used to drink.
A void expanded inside my soul and Rurik s blood never filled it. The hunger slept for a
little while, but came back roaring. In the last month, it never slept.
Maybe you should reconsider crossing over and become vampire. I never thought
the blood lust would be so strong with a bond.
No, I m not ready to give up the sun.
He caressed my cheek. Stuck between two worlds, you have all our vises and none
of our strengths. With his fingernail, he opened a wound on his neck.
I didn t require any further invitation to drink. The metallic flavor flowed down my
throat, what was left of my humanity cringed, the other part savored every drop. It
satiated my hunger beast but never touched the void it created.
Maybe Rurik was right and I should take his offer. Bound to each other, only he
could make me vampire. Other vamps could kill me, but never cross me over.
He rose before I felt satisfied. I bought you a gift.
I licked my lips and watched my lover pull a garment in a dry cleaning bag from
under us.
It s a dress for tonight.
It should be against the law for men to shop for women without supervision. Don t
get me wrong, Rurik had wonderful taste what he liked me to wear bordered on
pornographic though.
My smile wavered. Let me see it.
No. He strode across the room and laid it on the bed. It s Rio, Rabbit. On New
Year s Eve, live a little. You ll look beautiful in it. Then he left me alone, lying in the
closet on a pile of wrinkled clothes, a broken closet rod at my side. I ll run us a bath, he
called out from the bathroom.
I wandered to the bed and opened my present. With a little glue in the right places,
the red dress might actually cover the important parts. A note pinned inside the bodice
caught my attention. Romantic gestures kept relationships alive and this one made me
happy. I opened the paper.
It wasn t the kind of love note I expected. This one came from my ex-boss, Colby.
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