jugular. "And I can feel it pounding in this vein."
"I will hate you if you do this."
"You hate me already."
If only that were true... "Zsadist, there is no way I will lay with you."
He bent down so that his mouth was at her ear. "I'm not asking you for that."
"So what do you want?" She shoved against his shoulders. Got nowhere. "Damn you, why are you doing this?"
"Because I just came from my twin's room."
"Excuse me?"
"You didn't let him drink from you." Zsadist's mouth brushed against her neck. Then he pulled back and stared down at her. "You will never accept him, will you? You will never be with Phury, no matter how right he is for you socially, personally."
"Zsadist, for chrissakes, just leave me alone - "
"You will not have my twin. So you're never coming back here, are you?"
She exhaled in a rush. "No, I'm not."
"And that's why I had to come."
Rage boiled in her, rising to meet the desire for his sex. "I don't get it. You have taken every opportunity to push me away. Remember that little episode in the alley last night? You drank from her to get me to walk, didn't you? It wasn't about that comment I made."
"Bella - "
"And then you wanted me to be with your brother. Look, I know you don't love me, but you're well aware of how I feel about you. Do you have any conception what it's like to have the male you love tell you to feed someone else?"
He dropped his hand. Stepped away.
"You're right." He rubbed his face. "I shouldn't be here, but I couldn't let you go without... In the back of my mind I always figured you'd be back. You know, to be with Phury. I always thought that I would see you again, even if it was from a distance."
So help her, God, she was sick of this. "Why the hell would you care if you saw me?"
He just shook his head and turned for the door. Which made her nearly violent.
"Answer me! Why do you care if I don't ever come back?"
He had his hand on the knob as she screamed at him, "Why do you care?"
"I don't."
She launched herself across the room, intending to hit him, claw him, make him hurt, she was so frustrated. But he wheeled around, and instead of slapping him she grabbed his head and dragged his mouth to hers. His arms snapped around her, holding her hard enough so she couldn't breathe. As his tongue shot into her mouth, he picked her up and headed for the bed.
Desperate, angry sex was a bad idea. A very bad idea.
They were tangled on the mattress in a split second. He had her jeans off and was about to bite through her panties when a knock sounded on the door.
Fritz's voice came through the panels, pleasant and respectful. "Madam, if your bags are ready - "
"Not now, Fritz," Zsadist said in a guttural voice. He bared his fangs, shredded the silk between her thighs, and licked up the center of her. "Fuck..."
His tongue went down again and he lapped at her, moaning. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and held on to his head, gyrating her hips.
"Oh, master, I beg your pardon. I thought you were at the training center - "
"Later, Fritz."
"But of course. How long would you - "
The rest of the doggen's words were cut off as Zsadist's erotic growl told Fritz everything he needed to know. And probably a little more.
"Oh... my goodness. Forgive me, master. I will not return for her things until I, ah... see you."
Zsadist's tongue swirled around as his hands clamped on her thighs. He drove her hard, all the time whispering hot, starved things against her secret flesh. She pushed herself against his mouth, arching up. He was so raw, so voracious... she shattered apart. He teased the orgasm out for the longest time, keeping it going as if he were desperate not to have it fade.
The stillness afterward chilled her as much as his mouth's release of her core. He rose up from between her legs, his hand wiping across his lips. As he looked down at her, he licked his palm, catching every last bit of what he'd removed from his face.
"You're going to stop now, aren't you," she said roughly.
"I told you. I didn't come here for sex. I only wanted this. I only wanted to have you against my mouth one last