Page 29 of The Bleeding Hearts Club

“Yes,” she whimpers, the Kindle long forgotten as her hands grasp the sheets.

“You smell so fucking good. I can’t get enough of how you taste. So fucking mouthwatering. It’s hard to keep myself under control,” I groaned, sucking on her thigh.

“Then don’t,” she moans, a challenge in her eyes.

Well, goddamn.

Our eyes are locked as my fangs scrape down the inside of her pillowy thighs.

“FUCK!”

Fuck.

“Fuck!” My eyes widen as the taste of her blood coats my tongue.

So fucking sweet.

A snarl rips from my throat as her pussy clenches around my fingers and her hips stutter through the orgasm as a scream rips from her throat.

I fucked up. OOOOHHHHH. I fucked up. I fucked up.

I jerk away from her and stare at her. My heart is definitely fucking beating now. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Mina,” I whisper in a gasp. She’s laying in the bed, spread out, her chest heaving, her face flushed, and skin glowing. She looks like a fucking goddess laying here. Something pulled from a wet dream, but I can’t enjoy it because all I can see is the pool of red running down her leg to the bed from the slice I made from my teeth.

“I—Fuck,” I scream, my hands pulling at my hair.

“Theo, it’s alright. I’m ok—”

“I’m so fucking sorry. I can’t—I got to go.” I ran to the door. With my back still to her, I whisper, more to myself than anything, “I hope you can forgive me.”

The door shuts behind me, and I don’t wait to hear what she says.

Chapter 11

Mina

Ceilings are pretty interesting when you’ve just had your mind completely blown with the best head of your life and the guy just up and leaves right after.

Should I be offended? I really don’t know. Theo left like a bat out of hell, pun completely intended, and it didn’t seem to be some sleazy guy move. He looked…well fucking terrified. What is that supposed to mean?

I’m not sure how long I lay there, reliving every single toe curling minute he was inside my room, but the daydreams were sadly cut short by my phone ringing.

Incoming Videocall…

The Wicked Bitch of the West

“Hey,” I sigh, rising from the bed to find my shorts.

“You know, when I sent you on this trip, I had hoped that your mopey ass would be in a better mood by the end of it.” Lou’s face is impossibly close to the camera as she stares me down through the screen. I wish I could put the image side by side with a clip of Edna from The Incredibles, but if I did that, she would probably try to run me over with her car.

“Yeah, I did too.”

“What happened? Someone pissed in your Cheerios?” She says it as a joke, but the concern written across her face tells me she’s genuinely worried.

“No. I don’t know. I’ll be fine though. I’m gonna get to the bottom of it right after we finish this call.” I finally find my shorts pulling them on and Lou just smirks at me.

“Okay. I see now. Well, I was calling because I haven’t gotten any updates yet, but I think I can see where this is going,” she sends me a salacious grin and a wiggle of her pierced brow. Lou moves and sets her phone in front of her, giving me a view of her beyond her blown up face.