“You going to find someone else to fuck?” I snap, unable to contain the jealousy that percolates in my stomach. His grin widens, revealing perfectly white teeth. The teeth of a predator…designed to lure you in and then bite your head off.
“Would that make you jealous, Violet Dracula?” he questions, taking a step closer. Something about hearing him say my full name causes lightning to burst through my veins. But I’ll be damned if I let that show.
“Nope. No jealousy. None whatsoever.”
I’m totally not jealous. If he wants to have sex with a different girl, I’ll just…cut her into tiny pieces and then feast on her blood. And then, when she’s begging for mercy, I’ll chop up her pussy and feed it to the dogs. Dimitri? I’ll cut his dick into perfect curds and force feed him every bite.
Totally not jealous.
“Fortunately for you, this problem can be resolved with my hand,” he states curtly, eyes glinting with mischief.
My pussy immediately turns wet again at the thought of him touching himself while thinking of me. Shameless hussy.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” I say, remembering the intoxicating scene at the club. I have no doubt that Dimitri ran away to rub one off while I sucked Frankie.
His hand tenderly, almost reverently, cups my cheek before lowering towards my breast. His thumb flicks over my pointed nipple before lowering to my aching pussy. He cups it harshly, his fingers lightly tracing my lips, before releasing me.
“You drive me insane.” Despite his words, his tone has absolutely zero inflection. He could’ve been speaking about something as mundane as the weather.
“You still haven’t answered why,” I whisper as he brings his fingers to his lips and licks the juices from them. His tongue trails around first one finger and then the other, his eyes never leaving my own.
Those fingers better go back inside my pussy pronto, or else I fear I might spontaneously combust.
“The next game is tomorrow,” he states nonchalantly as he once more captures my breast. His finger lightly trails around my aching nub, never touching me where I so desperately need him to. Finally, when I swear I’m going to die of frustration, he lightly grazes my nipple with the pad of his thumb.
“You’re avoiding my question,” I gasp as his other hand lowers to my aching pussy again, circling the juices around my clit.
“Remember what I said—you should focus less on what I’m saying, and more on what I’m not saying.”
“You’re such an ass.” My hands grip his shoulders to keep myself steady as he pinches down lightly on my bundle of nerves. This time, my orgasm is slower as it rushes to the surface, almost like lava in a volcano. It swirls and percolates before steadily rising and then exploding. I bite down on his shoulder, rumpling his pristine black suit, but he doesn’t seem to care.
Dimitri steps back, once more smooths down his suit, before turning on his heel and exiting the office.
“What the…? Get the fuck back here!” I scream, stomping my foot. And then, “I have no fucking clothes, asshole! How am I supposed to get back to my dorm?”
CHAPTER 34
VIN
I sit with the other hunters on the uncomfortable steel bleachers, tension thrumming through my body as I glance repeatedly in the direction Violet disappeared to with Dimtiri Gray.
“Your parents are fighters. They’ll be fine,” Michelle—a fellow Van Helsing and my first cousin—states, patting my knee sympathetically. Obviously, she’s misread my agitation, but I’m not going to correct her. She can believe what she wants…as long as Violet is nowhere near her radar.
“They’ll be fine,” I parrot mechanically, but internally, I’m wishing for the exact opposite. Is it fucked up that I don’t care if my parents return to me alive? They’re abusive and cruel fuckers who care nothing for their children. I’m fortunate that their ire only seems to be directed at me and not Vanessa. I wouldn’t be able to handle it if my twin got stuck in the crosshairs of their incandescent rage, capable of lighting entire buildings on fire.
I wouldn’t admit this to anyone—not even Violet—but I’m also worried about Jack and Hux. Where the fuck are they? Violet will sever my balls if they don’t return. And…I sort of like the ornery, two-faced bastard. Bastards? I still don’t know the correct terminology.
The portal shimmers brightly before a familiar monster steps out, chin raised imperiously into the air.
Mr. Pumpkin, one of the professors, steps up to Cheryl Ness and grabs her blue-skinned hand in his.
He clears his throat awkwardly, obviously uncomfortable with giving the speech in Dimitri’s absence, and screams raggedly, “Cheryl Ness has completed the first round of the Roaring!”
The audience immediately erupts into raucous cheers as Cheryl bows, a shit-eating grin on her face. When she meets my gaze, she winks flirtatiously, and I seriously try not to vomit in my mouth. What did I ever see in her? Besides, obviously, a quick and easy fuck.
Some people believe that women are the only ones who are ruthlessly and persistently pursued, but that’s not true. Some women have just as much trouble hearing “no” as men do. Her behavior sickens me, especially when she makes an immediate beeline towards the bleachers and squeezes her dainty body between Michelle and me.
When she places a manicured hand on my knee, I just about explode.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I hiss out of the corner of my mouth.
Her body tenses, eyes hardening, but her smile remains pasted in place. “I thought I was doing you a favor, Vinny Poo.” Her nails tighten on my thigh until blood is drawn. I don’t bother reacting to the brief stab of pain. After all, I’m used to it.
“A favor?” I scoff. “You’re pathetic.”
“Really?” She finally turns away from the portal to face me directly. “What would your family think when they discover that you left me for Dracula’s daughter?” Her tone is laced with barely disguised horror. “And—”
