Read Online Worthless: New adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 2) by May Sage - Free Book Online

suffering. And dammit, I need to feel…”
    She didn’t finish that sentence. She didn’t need to.
    She needed to be taken; she needed sex. Every adult did, really; some ignored it, curbed the need, abstained for a reason or another, but their body demanded it. Hers more than the rest. Vincent’s sessions were taking the edge off, messed up as it was.
    The reason why she hadn’t jumped from one available male to the next was because she was smart. She knew what it would do to her practically non-existent self-respect.
    But dammit, right now, he didn’t give a shit. All that mattered was wiping the stupid weasel who’d broken her from her mind.
    Michael crossed the room slowly, giving her all the time in the world to see him coming to her.
    He captured her by placing his hands on the countertop, either side of her, and dropped his head to her neck, where he inhaled her tantalizing floral scent.
    “Michael…”
    “Shhhh,” he murmured. “Don’t think this through.”
    She was thinking this through; she was considering the pros and cons and she was wishing he was already inside her, as well as wishing she could find the strength to run away.
    What she wasn’t thinking about was Vincent – so mission accomplished.
    As he wasn’t a saint, he dropped his lips on hers and kissed her like his life depended on it.
     

 
    Nine
     
    She looked like a million dollars, which was probably what the stuff she was wearing cost, give or take. The dress had been paired with Louboutin’s, ruby drops and a choker from which a fist size dark red stone dangled.
    “At least, it’s not diamonds,” she said, and the woman who’d come in to do her make up all but choked.
    “Woman, if you’re worried about the cost, you should wish you were wearing mere diamonds. I know my shit and that, ” she pointed at her throat, “belongs in a museum. That’s Drake legacy; I’ve seen illustrations.”
    Oh goodie. Not only did she have to worry about not falling on her ass because of her fuck-me heels, and saying the right thing in front of ultra-important vampires, she also had to ensure that the national treasure she wore didn’t fall, get stolen, damaged...
    “Chill,” Michael said, appearing at her door, like every single time she started to freak out.
    She turned and froze.
    Fucking. Hell.
    The man was wearing a tailored three piece tux that made him look like candy; to make things worse, he’d also decided that today had been the right time to cut his hair.
    She liked the long hair – it seemed casual, giving him the appearance of a musician or a poet, perhaps. Now that it was cropped shorter and combed back severely, there was nothing approachable about him. He looked like he belonged at the top of the world.
    He crossed the room to stand right in front of her, and took her hands – something that she’d gotten used to in five short days. For some reason, although it was a well-rehearsed move, they were trembling now, when he lifted them to his lips. 
    He smirked against her skin and pulled her after him until they were facing the golden full-length mirror next to her window.
    Cece gasped out loud. Bloody hell, she hoped the make-up genius was getting paid well for this; she looked like some sort of ethereal power, completely flawless, with intense smoky eyes and all. Strangely, her scars completed the picture, sending a message along the line of try and hurt me. I will win .
    More shockingly, she fit in next to Michael. Just the right height – she reached his chin, with her heels on – just the right dress, too.
    “You fit in next to me because of what’s inside the dress.”
    Right now, she was really wondering why the hell they weren’t bumping uglies, and hoping against all hopes that he’d somehow missed that thought.
    “I’m a gentleman, precious. No comment.”
     

     
    Michael Drake wasn’t one to fidget, but he may or may not have been restlessly tapping his fingers against his leg as they arrived in