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I say yes. Why do I say yes?
Captivated by Landon’s eyes, in spite of the blue contact lenses, how can I have said anything else?
I want to blame the rum in the mojitos I drank quickly and on an empty stomach, since my mind is definitely looser than it was when I walked into the restaurant. I want to blame the fact that in less than twenty minutes, I’m expected to accept a proposal from a man my father’s picked out, whom I don’t particularly even like. Maybe it’s Landon, his sheer presence dominating the space around him and making my knees weak. The weight of his entire focus bears down on me, making me grateful for the wall behind me since it’s the only thing keeping me up right now.
He’s watching me, his eyes full of heat, and it’s like he’s striking a match down my spine, the spark igniting as it reaches the bottom of my spine to set fire to the coals in my core.
He hasn’t even touched me since backing me against the wall.
There are many reasons I can claim for why a shiver racks through me, fear and excitement wrapping together, but the one I shouldn’t admit is that I simply want him to. He’s my hidden, darkest fantasy come to life. A vampire who watches me with hunger and desire. My lips are dry. I dart my tongue out to wet them and his eyes snap to my mouth with the speed of a viper, obliterating my ability to breathe.
Will he kiss me?
His eyes lift to mine again as he pushes closer into my space. I brace, waiting for the pressure of his body against mine, pressing my palms flat against the smooth wall behind me, my clutch digging into my palm from my grip. He stops before ever touching me. Not even a whisper of his suit against my dress. This close, I breathe him in. He’s wearing a subtle cologne, something that reminds me of a warm fireplace on a dreary day. Wood and smoke and something spicy and masculine.
My nipples harden, aching with expectation and his control is only turning the levels of my fear higher...and my arousal even more so. He’s achingly close, close enough I can bridge the gap if I really want to, but my survival instinct keeps me firm against the wall.
A fingertip ghosts over the silk at my hip, slipping down and leaving a scalding path in its wake until it’s finally against the bare skin of my thigh exposed by the natural slit of the wrap dress.
“I’ve found, in my experience, a slow approach with projects of this nature often leads to a more encompassing finish.” Lan’s voice is steady and professional, completely opposite of the lewd sensations he’s coaxing from my leg. His hand is returning up my leg, but this time he slips under the fabric of my dress, his finger dancing towards my inner thigh. Unbidden, I shift to widen my stance and the corner of his mouth tilts up with approval. That look alone makes my body sing. “Do you have any established routines you require your... associates to follow? Or do you allow a certain level of freedom for the right candidate?”
I gulp and clear my throat gently before attempting to adopt the same unruffled tone Landon is using. “While I have my preferences,” I begin, my voice more breathless than I’d like, “I also believe that freedom to—” the pad of his finger starts to trace my sex through the lace of my thong. I force myself to keep going, even as every brain cell wants to focus on that small, delicious point of contact between us. “Freedom to explore and experiment unlocks the potential for greater successes.”
“I concur,” he murmurs, his finger still taunting me through my panties, his eyes never leaving mine. With how hot I’m burning, I’m surprised my panties haven’t gone up in flames. No previous lover has ever gotten me this wet, so quickly—and with so little effort. “I prefer to adjust my process to the environment and subject I’m working with. For example, with this interview, I think a more direct, unapologetic approach will be more than sufficient.”
The moment the last word slips from his lips, he’s pushing aside my thong and dragging his finger through my embarrassingly wet slit. A clatter echoes through the empty hall, and a part of me registers that I’ve dropped my clutch to better brace against the wall. I’m panting, still caught in Lan’s gaze while he adds another finger to his exploration.
“It’s much better,” he murmurs, “when the subject is eager to be worked with, don’t you think, Little Bird?”
“Of—of course,” I manage to stutter out, my nails digging into the wall behind me. All of my focus is honed in on his fingers stroking my folds, glancing over my entrance and stopping shy of my clit. If someone enters the hall right now, I don’t think I’d even notice. I haven’t entirely lost myself though. “Especially when there are time constraints.”
“So true,” he agrees. He doesn’t kiss me or move any closer. My small breasts ache, my nipples tight enough to be visible through my bra and dress, eager and wanton. All he does, though, is continue to hold my gaze as his fingers circle and tease my entrance, coating themselves with my slick. “This isn’t a project to linger over, not right now. Fortunately, I perform well under pressure.”
He glides his fingers up, finally circling my clit. He toys with me, alternating pressure and strokes, observing every detail of my response. His focus is intimidating, as if he’s memorizing every single time I gasp, or when I bite my lip, or, like when he slides those two fingers into my channel and curls them against the front of my core, how a muffled whimper escapes me.
It’s been minutes and this vampire has me racing towards orgasm, touching me as if he knows my body better than I do. If I wasn’t becoming desperate to come, I’d be embarrassed. He pumps his fingers, curling and pressing against my G-spot, his eyes refusing to let mine look away. My hips rock forward, moving with his hand as I try to fuck myself on his hand. I curl my toes, tensing my legs; my orgasm is just out of reach, and so, so close.
Lan’s eyes spark, the hue of red showing through the blue contacts, bypassing indigo entirely to remind me that it’s no simple man commanding my body. This is a vampire, a dangerous creature girls like me have always been warned about. A creature I’ve craved since I first saw one feed.
Will Lan feed from me?
The thought alone nearly catapults me into orgasm and I’m whimpering behind my lips, biting hard to keep from being discovered. My eyes drift lower, too overwhelmed to watch.
“No,” comes his gruff order and my eyes snap back open. His cheeks are flushed, his mouth pressed firmly shut as he watches me. “Keep your eyes on mine, Little Bird. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, at least I think I do, and I don’t let my eyes close again.
“Good,” he bites out the word and then his fingers are gone from me.
Deprived of my orgasm, I want to shout, but his other hand is under my dress and then he’s tugging my thong down until it’s stretched tight above my knees. He pushes his fingers into my pussy without ceremony and I gasp at the stretch. He’s using his middle fingers, his pinky and index fingers on the outside of my folds, the heel of his palm now grinding against my engorged clit.
I shake my head, never breaking eye contact but unable to handle the intensity. I’m so, so close again, as I rut against his fingers as he’s ruthlessly pumping into me.
“Please,” I try to say, begging for something. In the past, I’d have already come by now but somehow I’m teetering on the edge, riding the tightrope and desperate for something to push me over the edge. Something to force me to let go.
A dark, almost sinister gleam makes the red of his gaze more violent, more alluring. His other hand grips my left thigh, the skirt of my dress rucked up without care, exposing me to him. His fingers dig into my flesh, his thumb so close to my sex he’s abusing. His fingers within me curl hard.
Sharp pain lances through me under his thumb and for a split second, it’s all I can feel. Then I’m shot from the edge into a mind-whitening orgasm, the pain and pleasure mixing together so thoroughly my body writhes against the wall, held in place by his hand gripping my sex.
