Dark Seduction (Vampire Royals of New York #2) - Sarah Piper Page 0,28
order, sliding open the sideboard drawer where she imagined they’d once kept the silver.
But now, it held only papers. A notebook. Floor plans.
She recognized it at once.
Her intel.
He must’ve discovered it under her bed. Until this very second, she’d completely forgotten she’d stashed it there.
Fuck. Dorian knew about the heist. He already fucking knew.
That must’ve been why he’d left last night—he’d found the evidence.
The betrayal.
Fear and shame twined around her heart like serpents, squeezing tight. But before she could speak again, he slammed into her wet, aching pussy from behind, then pulled back out, slow and agonizing and perfect.
“I see we understand each other now, Ms. D’Amico.”
Fuck… What game was he playing? He was furious—she could feel it coiled inside him, bunching his muscles, heating his skin, sending dark tremors through his voice. But his touch was as wild and electric as ever, his uncharacteristically slow thrusts forcing her to feel every hot, delicious inch.
“I… I was going to tell you,” she stammered, knees weakening from the intense pleasure his cock delivered. “I wanted to…”
She trailed off, losing the ability to speak as he continued his slow, gentle tease, one hand still gripping her hip, the other tangled in her hair.
“Do you like that, Ms. D’Amico?” he whispered, rolling his hips against her backside.
“So much,” she breathed. “You have no idea.”
“And here I thought you liked it hard and fast.” He slid almost all the way out, then back in, so slowly she wanted to cry. “Perhaps even that was a lie.”
Heat raced up her spine, her pussy throbbing as he held back just enough, clearly enjoying this divine torture.
So was Charley. No matter what he thought, that wasn’t a lie.
She let out a soft sigh as her eyelids fluttered closed, but Dorian tightened his grip on her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze in the mirror once again.
“No, Charlotte. You’re going to watch me fuck you. Watch me take my time, inch by inch, breath by breath.” He pulled out, then slid back in, deeper this time. “And no matter how badly you want to come, no matter how close I push you to that blissful edge, you won’t dare. You’re not in a position to argue. You’re only in a position to obey.”
She bit her lip to keep from crying out. God, he felt so fucking good. She arched her backside to meet his next thrust, but again he pulled back.
“Is that clear?” he asked.
“Yes, Mr. Redthorne,” she panted, dizzy for more of his brutal commands, his tortuous games.
He slid inside her again, angling to get even deeper. His gaze was as fierce and unrelenting as his cock, and right now, she was a slave to both. She wouldn’t dare look away, wouldn’t talk back, wouldn’t come.
She and her vampire had blurred the lines between pleasure and punishment long ago, and now, trapped against the sideboard, completely at his mercy, all she wanted was to obey.
To submit.
To let go.
“Bloody hell, I hate that you feel so fucking incredible,” he growled, his breath turning ragged. “Everything about you drives me insane.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Redthorne.”
“I’ll bet.” He dug his fingers into her hip and shifted his angle, hitting her in an entirely new spot, making her shiver.
She watched him intently in the mirror, not daring to look away, no matter how badly she wanted to close her eyes and fall into this moment completely.
Dorian glared at her, his fury simmering, the tension building between them. But despite his raw anger, he still couldn’t hide the desire raging in his eyes.
Or the pain.
Charley’s heart cracked in half. He’d trusted her—took care of her—and she’d betrayed him. In that way, she wasn’t much different from Evie, or even from his own terrible father.
A fresh tear slipped down her cheek, her chest tight with sorrow and regret, even as her body hummed with intense pleasure, still so desperate for more.
Dropping the game for a brief instant, she reached behind her head and grazed his cheek. “I’m so sorry, Dorian. I never meant to hurt you.”
A cocky grin twisted his lips, crazed and devilish as he continued to punish her with deep, masterful strokes. Without warning, he jerked his face away from her touch, and his eyes darkened, lips curling back as his fangs descended.
Charley’s broken heart leaped into her throat. She’d never seen the transformation up close—after the attack last night, everything had happened so quickly; her only concern had been saving his life.