softball and got hit in the stomach with the bat. I could barely breathe, the pain was so intense. What the fuck? “That ship sailed when you turned into a crazy mothersucker.”
Diego fake gasped and clutched his metaphorical pearls. “I would never suck my mother.”
Holy fucking shitballs, this hurt. “Can I sit down? Fuck, why does it hurt so badly?”
Diego picked up the phone and spoke into it. “Reinforce the door please.”
My eyes darted to the steel door, and I gave it an incredulous look. “You seriously think I’m going to get through that? You’re fucking insane.”
Oh, my hell, this hurt worse than anal. It was like every vein in my body had been bled dry. Every inhale had a stabbing quality to it, like one of my lungs was punctured with a needle. My senses were on overdrive. I’d never given birth, but if it were on this level, then I was sending flowers to my mother’s gravesite the moment I figured out how to get out of this mess.
“Feel that?” Diego asked. “That’s your body changing.”
“I got the puberty talk when I was seven, alright?” I gritted. Diego got up from his seat and sauntered over to me. I fell to my knees and cried out. My gums were pulsing with pain. My head throbbed. What the fuck? Had I been drugged? No. No. No. I couldn’t do this. Not again. Never again.
Crouching down, Diego looked me in the eye. “Want me to end your pain, little one?” he asked.
“I want to kill you,” I growled, my voice sounding unfamiliar and laced with danger.
“You can try,” he goaded.
What happened next was like an out-of-body experience. I reached back, grabbed my heel with impeccable and unexplainable speed, then shoved it into his neck. It was like sinking a fork into a birthday cake. The heel slid effortlessly into his neck. Blood poured from the wound, and his eyes widened with shock.
“Oh shit,” I rasped. “Ohhh shit.” My initial reaction was that I killed a man, but then a more pressing matter hit me like a ton of bricks.
What was that divine smell?
Diego lazily pulled the stiletto from his neck. “You got blood on my shirt. Sloppy. I fucking hate fledglings.”
I lunged for him, tackling him to the ground. My teeth were bared, and he grabbed my hips, digging his fingers in. I should have seen fear in his eyes. Hell, he should have been dead. But instead, those heavy lids were hooded with desire. I ground against his hard cock, straddling him as I growled.
“You smell so fucking good,” I purred.
“Make a decision now, Drew. I can stop this if you’d like. But if you keep grinding against me and looking like that, I’ll finish this.”
I couldn’t even think about how fucked up this was. My body was burning hot. Hunger consumed me. “I want you,” I moaned.
“Oh fuck,” he growled. “I’m going to regret this.”
I reached for the wound at his neck and dipped my perfectly manicured finger, polished with Barbie Dreamhouse Pink, in the spilled blood. Why did I want to taste it? Why did it look like the best fucking brunch platter I’d ever seen in my life? Better than mimosas and sex. I plopped my finger in my mouth and sucked. Hard. It was like nirvana on my tongue. Sweet. Decadent. Like the finest delicacy I’d ever had the pleasure of tasting.
Diego thrust up, and I looked at him in horror. Wasn’t he freaked out? What was happening to me?
“I’m so going to pay for this. Sink those pretty teeth in me, Drew.”
I moved without thinking. There were a million rational thoughts in my mind, but I could only think of the blood pouring from the beautiful man beneath me. My impossibly sharp teeth sunk into his skin, and a burst of flavor consumed my every thought. I could feel him hard beneath me. He groaned in pleasure. My body trembled as I fed.
I pulled and pulled. He jerked his hard body right at my core. His hands guided me. I was dry humping him like my life depended on it as he cursed.
“Fuck yes. You feel so good,” he gritted.
I drank deeply. I fell into an endless abyss of life itself. It was like my twenty-first birthday when Ryan got us bottle service. It was like the first time I bought a vibrator, and I made myself come so many times I got dehydrated and nearly blacked out. It was like—