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We pulled into the driveway of my house, and I spoke with Sasha for a few moments before thanking Salvatore for the ride. I slipped out of the car and went inside, not bothering to turn the lights on as I made my way to my bedroom. I wanted a shower to wash off the sweat and the sticky feeling that covered my skin from the oppressive heat from dancing.
But the entire time, there was one main thing that wouldn't leave my thoughts. Him. The man who’d touched me, who’d made me feel things I’d never felt before.
Once in the bedroom, I undressed, letting my outfit fall to the floor, and padded barefoot into the bathroom. I turned the light on, the glow bright at first, causing me to squint from the harsh pounding behind my eyes.
Once my vision adjusted and the pain faded marginally, I turned toward the mirror above the sink and stared at my reflection. I looked like a stranger, or maybe it was the fact that I’d felt things tonight that still had a tight hold on me.
My mascara was slightly smeared under my eyes, my hair was in disarray around my head and along my shoulders, and my face was still flushed.
I grabbed the locks, pulled them over one shoulder, and started to finger comb the strands, but I narrowed my eyes when something on the side of my neck caught my attention.
I leaned forward and squinted, my vision blurry from the alcohol and the headache blooming into a migraine. But I could see the mark clear enough, and as I lifted my fingers and touched right below my ear, I felt this strange heat move through me.
I ran the tip of a digit over the small scrape on my flesh. A bruise surrounded the small wound, the light-blue and red coloring standing out brilliantly against my pale flesh.
A flair of anger and… something darker flashed through me.
The asshole had bitten me hard enough he broke my skin, and not only that, he gave me a hickey.
And as I pulled back and kept staring at my reflection, taking in how pink my cheeks were, how blown my pupils were, a sense of hollowness and desperation… of just wanting to cry filled me.
Because I felt like I was at a loss of control. It was like I didn’t know who this woman was, or why she was the way she was. It was exhausting thinking something was wrong with you and questioning why you couldn’t feel pleasure from another’s touch.
But then to finally feel sensations and emotions that you’d otherwise thought were elusive and everything opened up. The sky poured down rain, the oceans overflowed, and it all settled into this perfect, harmonious sensation that kept growing so strong that you knew, just knew there would never be a way to go back.
I closed my eyes and braced my hands on the sink. Was I losing my mind? Did I need to speak to a professional? Why am I like this?
But all those thoughts were pushed aside when I opened my eyes again and stared at the side of my throat.
The very sight—idea—that he’d sucked on my neck, broken my skin, shouldn't have made me feel the way I did.
Turned on.
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Adryan
Iwas a male who liked putting the fear of their god into my enemies, letting them truly see the cold, heartless bastard I was. I got off on it and could imagine what that rush would feel like when I climaxed for the first time with my fated female.
I wanted to see their fear reflected back from their eyes as I slowly grinned, letting them know how badly they’d fucked up… and how much I’d rectify that in my favor.
I hadn’t become the leader of the American Vampire Clan because I was a pussy. I made sure my reputation went far and wide, covering the States, branching up to Canada, down to the islands, and even had connections and bases set up in Europe, Asia, and down through Africa.
I set my base operations in the heart of Ryeka, New York, an overpopulated city of almost eight million inhabitants. The city was perfect for my many legal businesses—restaurants, nightclubs, massage parlors, and an array of other ventures that went hand in hand with my less than legitimate operations—money laundering, extortion, racketeering, and then the most entertaining activities… killing the motherfuckers who crossed me.
I was known as the most bloodthirsty vampire for a reason.
A killer without remorse, a sadist who gorged on the blood of those who crossed me. Not because I needed to, but because I wanted it.
Some said I was fucked in the head. Crazy. A sociopath. A psycho who had no regard for life, human or Otherworld alike. I didn’t correct them because there was nothing to correct.
I feared nothing and no one. I took my enemies’ weakness and twisted it, warped it, and used it against them, made them beg and cry before I finally ended their pathetic life.
If I’d been able to get an erection before finding my mate, hurting my enemies and hearing their pleas would have had my cock hard as fuck, no doubt.
But right now I let the darkness cover me for another reason.
To watch my female.
