He takes my wrists in one hand and slide the other hand down my arm slowly, tantalizing every nerve. His thumb caresses my cheek, and then he cups my chin ever so gently. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. Besides, she has no reason to look for me.” He presses his lips to my neck and gently scrapes his fangs against my pulse.
“How do you know? She came all this way for you,” I inform him. Maybe he’s not sure which woman came looking for him. He looks like women flock to him wherever he goes.
He lifts his head to look at me and gives me a slight shrug of indifference. “Well, she’s going to be sorely disappointed because I don’t give a fuck about her. I want you.”
“I’m not here for you.” I want to be, but I’m not.
“Yes, you are. There’s no way that you’re here for anyone else.” His dark eyes bore into mine as he releases my hands and slides his own to my face. Slowly his head lowers and he takes my mouth in a brutal, dominating kiss. The fake fangs only enhance the pleasure and surprisingly don’t get in the way. At first I fall into it, moaning against his lips, thrusting my hands into his hair and clinging to his hard body.
He grinds his hips into mine, dragging his hard length over my core and stomach. Fuck, it feels so incredible. Then there’s a loud rap on the door, pouring cold water on the moment. He stops attacking my lips, but he doesn’t pull back completely. Instead, he kisses my face gently.
“Everett, we need you back at the bar,” a woman shouts through the door. A sting of jealousy cuts through me since I heard his name off her lips first. She knows him. I wonder how intimately.
“They can go fuck themselves,” he snarls out to her, pressing his lips to my temple and rubbing his hands up and down my body.
Regaining my senses, I push him off of me. I shake my head because I’m no man thief, no matter how attracted I am to him.
“This is so wrong. You better go back out there first, and I won’t tell Briana about this.”
“Briana? Who the fuck is Briana?” Does he forget to get their names, or does he just take what he wants without exchanging info.
“Um…you two have a class together,” I remind him, squirming out of his hold, leaving him standing between the door and me.
“Sweetheart, I haven’t been in school for the past four years.” He chuckles, shaking his head slowly as he stalks toward me, crossing the distance with two steps. His strong hands wrap around my waist, pressing me to his body. “What’s your name, baby?”
“Lena,” I whisper.
“Sexy as fuck,” he growls, rolling his hips on mine. “Now that we got that squared away… Lips here.” He taps his mouth, and I don’t hesitate to give him what he wants. Tilting my head up, I pout my lips, essentially signing them over to him for his pleasure. “Mine.”
“Everett,” the woman shouts again. I’m starting to get irritated with her.
“What?” he grumbles.
“Everett, come on. I need help.”
“Give me a minute. You could have served a dozen drinks by now.” Everett turns his attention back to me and stares into my eyes. He cups my chin, holding it tenderly as he says, “Look. I have to go help behind the bar. You keep your pretty ass in here and don’t move.” I wonder if he’ll punish me if I split on him. I think that would be more of a punishment to me to leave. “If you cut out on me, I’m going to find your ass and show you what happens to little girls who don’t know how to follow rules.” He swats my ass.
“Who do you think you are?”
“I’m your man, Lena. Get used to the idea.” He steps back and moves to the door.
He opens the door slightly and slips out, leaving me alone in the office, and I hear the door latch shut. Fuck, the bastard locked me in here. Asshole.
Chapter Five
Everett
What the hell has come over me? Lena has. That’s for sure. I should let her out. I turn around to do just that; I unlatch the lock, but I don’t tell her that because I’m interrupted by a group of women heading to the bathroom. Instead, I walk back behind the bar and toss the towel over my shoulder. I’m not letting her go at all. She’s fucking perfect, and I’m doing my best to maintain control.
From the second my eyes landed on her, I knew she was mine. I had to grab her before someone else took her from me. And as I made my way through the crowd, many eyes landed on her tiny, sexy ass. The costume matched mine, including the vampire cross, except her outfit had to have been made for a child because it hid nothing from my eyes or anyone else’s.