Filthy Rich Vampire Husbands (Filthy Rich 2)

“Now, shall I let you come?” He asked. “Over and over and over?”

I screamed as his fingers came around to strum my clit.

“Yes, please. Oh God, please.”

Then Smith flipped me around to face him. Carter and Jayden took one of each of my hands and Flynn knelt down at the side of where Smith was inside me. Smith thrust inside me deeper and deeper and I felt his seed spill inside me as he groaned. My clit began to pulse and I felt the first tremor hit my core. Then Smith bit my neck, Carter and Jayden bit my wrists and Flynn bit the inside of my thigh and a kaleidoscope of color hit my synapses as I exploded. It was like the 4th of July in my mind and body.

Like a rag doll I flopped against the mattress while the guys sealed my wounds and caressed me.

I opened my eyes and groaned. My body felt like I’d run a marathon. I was still so tired. Voices in the room spoke, and I focused in on them.

“Can’t keep doing this.”

“Good job she’s being turned.”

Then sleep and exhaustion pulled me back under.

3

Smith

I was dying for a drink.

The last week or two had made me face my past behavior and it wasn’t pretty. Old Smith was trying to resurface telling me how easy it would be to zone out instead of facing up to what I did.

But Serena made me a better man. Her very presence gave me strength. Admitting what I’d done to Leonie had been excruciating, but it was done and if she could get a better life back here in Carbon Beach, then my guilt would be assuaged further. Now I needed to think about what I wanted to do with my life.

Yes we had Serena, but Serena was to share. Post my alcohol intolerance, I had sated myself with constant sex, once again avoiding actually living my life. No more. Now we had Serena and a future.

But the past had a habit of coming back to haunt me…

I listened to the message on my cell.

I thought we were friends, yet I’ve not heard from you in a long while. Make an appointment, we need to talk—urgently.

Sighing I called the number still imprinted in my memory.

“Well hello, darling. I was wondering if you’d forgotten my number?” Harlow’s purr came down the line.

“I’ve been summoned by Denny. When's he free?”

The purr instantly switched off and a col

d, calculating tone took its place. "Let me see check his schedule.” I heard the clatter of laptop keys.

“I have some space tomorrow evening if he does.” While Serena is in the facility and my friends will be too distracted to look at what I’m doing.

“Eleven pm, tomorrow evening?”

“I’ll be there.”

I ended the call.

My demons weren’t all in my mind, one was real and a thorn in my side.

Flynn walked onto the patio, an iced water in his hand. He took a seat at the table next to me. “Serena is still asleep.” He quirked an eyebrow.

“It’s for the best she’s turned tomorrow. We can’t carry on like this.”