Van Helsing Rising - Helen Scott Page 0,27

enough women that you didn’t have to take care of yourself.”

He grins and runs in thumb along my clit, making me jump a little. “I think I’d rather have your image, sweet tits. At least tonight. Unless you’d prefer I delete the picture and find another woman instead?”

To my surprise, I shake my head. It turns me on to think of him jerking off to my picture just as much as it pissed me off to think of him touching someone else.

Then he pulls up my pants and underwear and fixes my top. “Thanks for the info.”

“Info?” I try to think back to what the hell just happened. “Did you do that to get information from me?” I sound a little pissed.

He smirks. “I didn’t do it for fun.” Then he stands. His cock is still hard and erect, tenting his jeans.

He follows my gaze to his erection, and his smirk fades.

“Looks like you had some fun after all.”

He moves to the side of the bed, so that his erection is close to my face. “Next time, I’ll let the Prez torture the information out of you. How does that sound?”

“It’ll be more fun than what we just did,” I say, trying to sound just as much like I don’t give a shit as he did.

“You loved every fucking second of that!”

I shrug. “It was okay.”

His hand slides down my belly and is back in my pussy within seconds. I barely have time to gasp and grab his arm before he’s working me. My nipples are painfully hard and I’m panting, head swimming. But he doesn’t stop, or slow, until I’m screaming his name and coming again, grinding myself against him.

When I fall back onto the mattress, he’s standing over me, fingers still stroking my pussy, a smug look on his face.

“It must be nice to have the power to make women come,” I throw at him like a weapon.

He leans down, so close that I think he might kiss me. “That time…it was all me.”

He pulls his hand out of my pants and goes to the little bathroom. I hear the sink running, and then he comes back out. He types in a code, speaking over his shoulder when he says, “I think things have quieted down upstairs, but I’m not sure. I’ll check it out, tell the others what you told me, and send someone down here to get you.”

“You’re not coming back?” I try to hide the disappointment from my voice.

“Nah, I think I’ll get some whore to suck me off. Besides, I’ve got all I need from you now.”

He pulls open the door and closes it behind him.

I’m left alone, staring at the ceiling. Part of me hates Dragon right now. But the other part? The other part doesn’t give a damn if it’s him or his powers. I just want him back here. I want him to bury that hard cock inside of me, not in some other woman.

But just as I’m starting to feel low, I remember how he took my picture. Was that something he did with all his women? Or just me?

I want to think it’s just me, but maybe that’s pathetic.

13

Dani

I don't know how much later it is when one of the men comes to get me. All I know is in that weird red light of their hideout, bomb shelter of a basement, I actually start to think of myself as a person again, as human.

In my mind I've referred to myself as human, but I'd stopped actually feeling that way a long time ago. Henry had turned me into something to be used and discarded, then the scientists had thought of me as nothing but a number, an animal in a cage, and that's what I'd become. I never spoke unless forced, I would lash out as soon as anyone got close, although that had been true for most of my life, at least emotionally, but in the tender care of the cabal it became true physically as well. If the men that have taken me from the scientists hadn't already saved my life more than once I'd probably be doing the same thing to them.

But they treat me like a person.

For the most part.

So when the door opens and the man who'd been guarding my room when the creatures attacked comes down the stairs I don't run, don't try to hide myself in a corner like I used to. I watch him like a hawk. I’m not stupid,