of my neck and trails his teeth along the exposed tender skin while rubbing his other hand over my ass cheek, making me shiver with unpleasant goosebumps.
"Did Coughlin fuck you tonight?" the man asks, making me momentarily lose my rhythm on Simon. Okay, that's an easy question, but I'm nervous about what this is all about. I don't want to say anything to screw over Eric, either.
"Yes."
"Why does he give a shit about you?" he asks.
"He-he doesn't," I reply honestly.
"She's lying," Simon tells the man. "Coughlin's got it bad."
When Mr. Drake strikes my neck, piercing through my skin with his razor-sharp fangs, I cry out from the painful sting. "Don't fucking lie to me again!" he snarls.
Goddamn vampires! Despite the pain, his venom causes my heart to race, improving the blood flow, which increases the production of endorphins at the same time. The same endorphins that are released during orgasms. I want to hate him, but it's hard when it feels so good. Too much venom and I'll beg him for more, completely forgetting why he should stop drinking from me.
"I-I don't think...he does give a shit," I reply with a shaky voice. "He just...he just wanted to fuck me."
"Have you fucked him before tonight?" Mr. Drake asks. Why does he care so much about me and Eric?
"Yes."
"When?"
"Several years ago...one night...at a Halloween party."
"That's it?" he asks, painfully jerking my head back with a handful of my hair.
"Yes. Ah!"
Another sharp bite. "Liar!"
"Tonight and that night...are the only times we've fucked. The only times...we've ever seen each other. I swear," I say between the forming sobs.
"Did he ask you anything about his father's death?" the stranger inquires, his fangs resting on the side of my neck in warning.
Why would he think he asked about that? Unless Brooke getting drained last night wasn't an accident. Oh God! Are they going to kill me, too? At least Noah and Riley are with Kayla, and if something happens to me, she'll take care of them. She loves them like her own.
"No. I swear! He just said he was back in town because of the funeral."
"There's something else you're not telling me," the vampire behind me says. I squeeze my eyes shut as Simon grips my hips to bounce me faster on his upward thrusting cock. I just pray they'll both leave me alone and let me go home soon.
"Coughlin offered any price...to pay off...the debt she owes me," Simon says to the stranger between his pants. "I refused."
He did? Eric actually tried to get me out of this place? He said he'd pay any price?
"Smart of you not to accept," the man replies.
"I know. He'll be back for her," Simon tells him. "Probably tomorrow night."
"Then we'll be waiting," Mr. Drake says.
I scream in pleasurable pain when he pierces my neck in yet another spot at the same time Simon sits up and uses his fangs to puncture through the soft skin of one of my breasts. There's nothing I can do but gasp through their manufactured orgasms as my body continues to shake, wanting more of what they give me while despising them at the same time.
"You're going to fuck Coughlin for me when he comes back. Do it so good that he stays very distracted, and if you breathe a word about this to him, you'll never see your sons again," the man warns. The metal of his belt jingles and then his zipper is undone behind me before he pushes me forward onto Simon’s chest. "Now, let's see if you're as good of a fuck as Simon claims."
Thankfully that's all I remember before I lose consciousness.
Chapter Three
Eric
"Sir? I'm sorry, Your Grace," the aging butler says when he quickly shuffles into my father's old office.
"Yes, Charles? And you know you don't have to be all formal and shit with me."
"Very well, sir. There's a...a woman here to see you. The guards at the gatehouse approved her through."
"Tell her to take a number and go the fuck away," I reply without lifting my eyes from the book I'm trying to decipher, one that explains in Old English
"Did Coughlin fuck you tonight?" the man asks, making me momentarily lose my rhythm on Simon. Okay, that's an easy question, but I'm nervous about what this is all about. I don't want to say anything to screw over Eric, either.
"Yes."
"Why does he give a shit about you?" he asks.
"He-he doesn't," I reply honestly.
"She's lying," Simon tells the man. "Coughlin's got it bad."
When Mr. Drake strikes my neck, piercing through my skin with his razor-sharp fangs, I cry out from the painful sting. "Don't fucking lie to me again!" he snarls.
Goddamn vampires! Despite the pain, his venom causes my heart to race, improving the blood flow, which increases the production of endorphins at the same time. The same endorphins that are released during orgasms. I want to hate him, but it's hard when it feels so good. Too much venom and I'll beg him for more, completely forgetting why he should stop drinking from me.
"I-I don't think...he does give a shit," I reply with a shaky voice. "He just...he just wanted to fuck me."
"Have you fucked him before tonight?" Mr. Drake asks. Why does he care so much about me and Eric?
"Yes."
"When?"
"Several years ago...one night...at a Halloween party."
"That's it?" he asks, painfully jerking my head back with a handful of my hair.
"Yes. Ah!"
Another sharp bite. "Liar!"
"Tonight and that night...are the only times we've fucked. The only times...we've ever seen each other. I swear," I say between the forming sobs.
"Did he ask you anything about his father's death?" the stranger inquires, his fangs resting on the side of my neck in warning.
Why would he think he asked about that? Unless Brooke getting drained last night wasn't an accident. Oh God! Are they going to kill me, too? At least Noah and Riley are with Kayla, and if something happens to me, she'll take care of them. She loves them like her own.
"No. I swear! He just said he was back in town because of the funeral."
"There's something else you're not telling me," the vampire behind me says. I squeeze my eyes shut as Simon grips my hips to bounce me faster on his upward thrusting cock. I just pray they'll both leave me alone and let me go home soon.
"Coughlin offered any price...to pay off...the debt she owes me," Simon says to the stranger between his pants. "I refused."
He did? Eric actually tried to get me out of this place? He said he'd pay any price?
"Smart of you not to accept," the man replies.
"I know. He'll be back for her," Simon tells him. "Probably tomorrow night."
"Then we'll be waiting," Mr. Drake says.
I scream in pleasurable pain when he pierces my neck in yet another spot at the same time Simon sits up and uses his fangs to puncture through the soft skin of one of my breasts. There's nothing I can do but gasp through their manufactured orgasms as my body continues to shake, wanting more of what they give me while despising them at the same time.
"You're going to fuck Coughlin for me when he comes back. Do it so good that he stays very distracted, and if you breathe a word about this to him, you'll never see your sons again," the man warns. The metal of his belt jingles and then his zipper is undone behind me before he pushes me forward onto Simon’s chest. "Now, let's see if you're as good of a fuck as Simon claims."
Thankfully that's all I remember before I lose consciousness.
Chapter Three
Eric
"Sir? I'm sorry, Your Grace," the aging butler says when he quickly shuffles into my father's old office.
"Yes, Charles? And you know you don't have to be all formal and shit with me."
"Very well, sir. There's a...a woman here to see you. The guards at the gatehouse approved her through."
"Tell her to take a number and go the fuck away," I reply without lifting my eyes from the book I'm trying to decipher, one that explains in Old English
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