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A woman completely naked was tied down on a table, leather straps keeping her hands above her head and her legs spread wide at each bottom corner. My heart suddenly took up residence at the base of my throat and right between my thighs when a man stepped forward, a knife in his hand catching the light and glinting. He stared down at the woman.
Are they…? Is he going to…?
I leaned in, bracing my hands on the table, trying to get a better look. Holy shit. He is.
I took a deep, steadying breath in and watched as the man in his three-piece suit stepped closer to the woman, letting his head move back and forth as his gaze took in her completely bared body. I knew she was breathing hard by the rapid rise and fall of her chest, her adoring, awestruck focus trained on the man right beside her.
The man brought up the blade, and I held my breath, leaning in another inch, the light catching the tip of the knife once more. He trailed the edge of it along the woman’s side, and she arched her back. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, her mouth opening, the tiny tips of her fangs coming into view. The ecstasy was clear on her face.
And when I saw the line of blood form on her pale flesh, a gasp of shock and that darker desire uncoiled within me and spilled from my parted lips. I found my hand gently wrapped around my throat, not realizing I’d done the act. The rational part of me expected her to scream, unsure if what I was watching was some kind of snuff film where she was about to die.
But she wasn’t trying to stop this. She wasn’t thrashing around. In fact, it was very clear she was in ecstasy.
And the longer I watched, the more my heart started to race, the more my body heated. I felt like I was watching something very wrong and very illegal, and maybe it was. Maybe that’s why it was so exciting? Or maybe this was what was tapping into those dark desires I’d always felt, the ones that made me feel ashamed and guilty when I should’ve felt anything but. When I should have embraced them.
I knew the exact moment Adryan arrived in the room. I felt his presence, could have told you he was right in the doorway, his focus on me. Then I heard the slight shift of clothing as he moved, the soft sound of his footsteps coming closer.
And even though he now stood beside me, I kept my focus on the monitors, unable to look away, because I found the scenes playing out… captivating.
“What kind of freaky stuff are you into?” I whispered, but there was no heat or judgment in my tone despite the words that now hung between us.
“The same kind of freaky stuff my mate gets wet for.”
I licked my lips, refusing to look at him. “I should have known you’re a voyeur.” I didn’t know why the room was so hot, why it was hard to breathe, or why I couldn’t tear my focus from the scene, watching as he cut the woman again.
I imagined if there was volume, she’d be moaning… because she looks almost ready to come.
“And you getting off on the blood play really makes sense, especially now.” I felt dizzy, overheated, and discombobulated. As if saying that out loud triggered me, my inner thigh ached, reminding me what kind of blood and bite play I’d let him do to me… and got off on.
“I should have known you’re a voyeur, princess.” I hadn’t realized Adryan moved behind me until I felt his warm breath right by my ear, causing me to shiver. The heavy weight of his hands settled on my shoulders, and I took a stuttering breath in, not speaking or moving.
The man made a shallow nick at the base of her throat, and I watched in awe as his eyes flashed red.
“That’s his mate,” Adryan all but purred. “They frequent that particular club, like to put on a show for others, because they get off on it.”
My eyes wanted to close at that heady, heavy sound of his voice by my ear.
“I could never do that, though.” He slid his hands down my arms, one palm curling around my waist, the other flattening against my heaving belly.
For long seconds we didn’t speak, just our combined breathing filling the otherwise silent room. His palm was a heavy presence on my stomach, a pressure on my body that I could feel spearing right between my thighs.
And when the man on the screen leaned forward—the flash of his fangs coming into view—and dragged his tongue along the cut he’d made on her neck, I couldn’t stop the moan that came from me.
Why was that such a turn-on? It wasn’t that I found the couple on the screen appealing. It was the act itself that got my pussy wet.
Him cutting her, licking the wound, languidly drinking her blood… the same way Adryan had done to me.
“Do you know why I could never take you to one of my bloodletting clubs?”
I knew, but I wanted him to say it. I didn’t know if he actually expected me to answer, but I couldn’t form a coherent word right then if my life depended on it.
And when I felt the brush of his lips against my ear, a fang gently scraping along the shell, I did close my eyes then. My lids were far too heavy to keep open, the energy moving through me so intense that I had zero control over my own body.
“I’m so fucking jealous when it comes to you that if another man, human or otherwise, even looked in your direction, I’d kill him.” His words were so matter-of-fact. “I’d kill them and enjoy it. I’d tear their still beating heart out and give it to you as an offering.”
Holy shit, can I orgasm from dirty talk alone?
And then he started moving his hand down my belly, slipping it under the waistband of my pants, and kept going until his big palm was cupping me right between my thighs.
