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“I killed her,” he calmly said, causing my mouth to drop open in shock. I wasn’t expecting that. “Yup, she knew a few magic spells, tried to put some bullshit-ass spell on me that made me see her as my soulmate. The shit wore off, and when I found out the truth, I killed her. I don’t play about my soulmate.”

“Oh,” was my only reply. He’d stunned me into silence with his revelation. I guess I didn’t have anything to worry about then.

“You know what, though?” Kenji asked in a husky tone that made butterflies swirl in my stomach.

“What?” I curiously asked, trying to hold on to my anger, but Kenji was turning me to putty with his gaze and his smile.

He grabbed my hand, placing it inside of his black basketball shorts. I found myself gripping the girthy flesh of his dick. “Seeing you jealous made me hard as fuck. I love when you’re possessive over me. That shit is sexy as fuck,” Kenji moaned. I heard what he was saying; however, I was too distracted by the size of his dick.

I knew I had seen his dick before, but touching it had me confused. His dick was wider and thicker than I remembered. His length seemed impossibly long when I stroked his dick. I felt like it took me forever to go from the base of his dick to his bulbous mushroom head. A dick shouldn’t be this big. There was no way it could really fit inside of me. He’d split me in half if he tried to put this monster inside of me. The really crazy part was, knowing all this, I still wanted Kenji. I wanted to feel his dick. Even if it split me in two, I wanted him to stretch me to my limits. Visions of him making me submit to him with his dick while his fangs sank into my neck were flashing through my mind as I steadily stroked his dick. Kenji held my gaze the entire time, and I couldn’t look away if I tried.

“Take it out,” Kenji demanded, and I obliged.

Without a second thought, I pulled Kenji’s beautiful dick from the confines of his pants. The sight of it had me ready to cum. Seeing his dick through the window was nothing like seeing it up close and personal. His precum leaked from his thick mushroom-shaped head, and I had the strongest urge to taste it. It looked so creamy and delicious that it had my mouth watering.

“Lick it,” Kenji commanded, and I did.

My tongue swiped across the head, getting a taste of his precum that I wanted so bad. I smiled on the inside. It was as sweet as it looked. Going back for seconds, I ran my tongue from the top, down the side, up the other side, and back to the head. I pulled back, looking up at Kenji as I sat on my knees in front of him. Something had caught my eye. Curious, I tilted my head to the left side of Kenji’s dick. What the hell? My eyes shot back up to Kenji, who looked at me proudly. Still in disbelief, I looked one more time to make sure I wasn’t losing my mind, but no, I wasn’t, because there it was, in cursive letters across the side of Kenji’s dick: my name, Quinny.

“When? How?” I mumbled, trying to figure out when Kenji had the time to do this.

“Shortly after the first time I saw you.”

“Iii—” I was saved by the ringing of the phone that fell to the floor.

Both of our eyes went to the ringing phone. As eager as I was before, I waited until Kenji nodded his head for me to grab it. Once the phone was in my hand, I answered it.

“Hello.” My mind was still on Kenji’s tattoo of my name. My eyes were glued to his dick.

“Quinny!” Sutton’s voice came through the phone.

“Sutton!” I happily yelled back.

“I thought Benji’s stupid ass was lying when he said he would let me call you.” I heard a male voice in the background. I assumed it was Benji. “Shut up talking to me. I’m still not fucking with you. Leave me alone so I can talk to my sister.” Sutton fussed at Benji some more, then I heard tussling through the phone. “Quinny,” Sutton called my name breathlessly when she came back to the phone. “My bad, I had to go upside that nigga’s head.”

I snickered. Sutton seemed like her normal self. “I see you’re doing okay.”

“Yup. I don’t know who Benji thought he was kidnapping, but he found the right one.”

I could have only imagined what Sutton had done to Benji. She definitely wasn’t going to make things easy for him. Then her voice softened as she asked, “How are you doing, Quinny?”

“Umm, I’m okay now. Finding out a lot of stuff.”

“Fucking vampires, Quinny. We got vampires as niggas. Ain’t this some crazy-ass stuff?” Sutton chuckled in disbelief. My eyes were glued to Kenji as he stuffed his dick back into his shorts. He smiled at me, and I shyly smiled back at him.

“Rrright,” I stuttered, trying to focus on our conversation. “You know who else is a vampire?” I wanted to fill Sutton in on as much as possible.

“Who?” Sutton asked, and I watched sadly as Kenji left the living room. I wanted to follow him, but I hadn’t talked to my sister, and I wanted to give her my undivided attention.

“Dante. He tried to attack Kenji and me.”

“Shut the fuck up! How you a vampire but a fucking lame? I hope Kenji beat his ass.”

“He did, real bad.”

“Good, his bitch ass deserved it. We gotta call Emberly. You know how she gets if we don’t answer the phone.”

Emberly had real trauma when it came to losing one of us. After Auntie Tela, Emberly developed a real fear of losing Sutton or me. If we missed one too many phone calls while she was away, we’d be sure the police would be knocking on our door. Emberly didn’t play the disappearing acts. I knew she’d been blowing our phones up, and it was only a matter of time before she came looking for us.