Page 47 of A Bond Beyond Blood (The Butcher’s Daughter Trilogy #1)

J ack

My blood hummed with an intoxicating mixture of dread, adrenaline, and lust, fueling me forward.

I raced through the shop and out into the lot behind, then turned left sharply to charge up the stairs.

I’d barely made it halfway when I was scooped into his arms and tossed over his shoulder like a rag doll.

I screamed as the world rushed up to meet me, grabbing onto his hips to steady myself as my scream rolled into laughter.

He slapped a hand over my ass, massaging the cheek with hard, digging fingers as he moved from the stairs, through my apartment, and into our shared bedroom with lightning—no, vampire —speed.

When he tossed me onto the bed I sucked in a breath at the sight of him.

Normally calm and collected, confident and cool, the version of Vinny standing before me now was the polar opposite. Savage and beautiful, his eyes burned crimson and his smile was wicked enough to send a thrill down my spine.

Oh, I was definitely in trouble.

I rolled my lips together to keep from smiling at the thought.

“Are you his?” he asked again as he reached behind him and tugged his long-sleeved shirt over his head. He’d lost his jacket somewhere between the front door and the back bedroom.

“Answer me.”

Right. Who cares about jackets?

I shook my head.

“Say it, sweet girl.” The nickname sounded more like a threat than a pet name right then, but that heat in his eyes edged out any fear I might have felt at the sound.

“I’m not his.”

“No.” He shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down next, his cock bouncing free, already thick and hard, the dark vein along the bottom pronounced, and the head an angry red, slick with precum.

My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, all moisture in my body racing to puddle between my legs.

Vinny smirked. He didn’t have to be a mind-reader to know what I was thinking. The way I wanted this man had always been written on every inch of my face, my body.

“Take off your clothes, Jacqueline.”

I sucked in a breath as my brain finally caught up with the moment and registered his protruding fangs.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” He motioned toward my clothes. “But if you don’t remove those clothes soon, I can’t promise they will remain unharmed.”

Hurrying to oblige him, I rose to my knees, tugging off first my jacket, then my shirt, and tossing them to join his in a pile at the foot of the bed.

I unclasped my bra, then motion caught my eye and I paused.

The hot pink lace still dangled off one arm as my gaze locked the firm grip Vinny had on his cock, the way he stroked himself angrily.

The hunger in his eyes.

“Don’t stop now, sweet girl,” he growled, sliding his hand to his base and squeezing hard. “You love those jeans.”

My eyes widened and I tossed myself onto my back, yanked the button free, then the zipper down, then lifted my butt to shove the jeans down my legs.

I did love them, but god , why were they so tight?

I growled in frustration when the jeans got stuck just above my knees, realizing my shoes were still on—

Vinny grabbed my feet and yanked me down to the edge of the bed. I yelped, but then his hand slipped over my mouth and he looked into my eyes... and I sucked in a shaky breath through my nose, locked in his crimson gaze.

“You trust me?”

I nodded.

“You know I love you?”

Another nod.

His smile was slow. Wicked .

He didn’t even try to hide the sharp edges of his fangs.

“Good. Remember that.”

I yelped as he tossed me onto my stomach, moving my body around like it was his to command—

A shudder tore through me as realization sank in. That was exactly what was happening. Eli had threatened something Vinny held dear— me .

A bigger kid on the playground had tried to take away his toy.

Only it was deeper than that, so much deeper. Vinny loved me. Cherished me.

And Eli had told him, in no uncertain terms, that he’d failed to care for me.

Vinny positioned my legs, keeping the jeans still tight around my thighs, imprisoning my legs. His hands flexed on my ass, my hips, roughly caressed my back, then my breasts, grabbing me painfully as he touched every inch of my skin.

My Vinny needed to claim. Conquer.

He twisted my nipples until the pain was too much and I tried to push away from him, then tugged me back again, putting me right back where he wanted me. “Hold still,” he growled.

He wasn’t just claiming me, marking me; he was erasing Eli.

And that thought was fucking intoxicating.

“Oh god,” I moaned into the bed, arching my back as he positioned my hips in the air. “Please, Vinny.”

“Fuck, Jacqueline, you never have to beg.” He notched himself at my entrance, sliding the thick head of his cock through the wetness gathered between my legs.

“You have me. I’m yours.” His hands slapped onto my hips and he flexed his fingers in a possessive, unforgiving hold, digging his fingers in deep, then he shoved into me in one forceful thrust, burying himself to the hilt as I cried out into the bedding.

My body trembled as it stretched to accommodate him, but he didn’t wait for me to adjust.

“I have to fuck you,” he grunted with each thrust of his hips, the words rough. Possessive.

Desperate.

I whimpered with need, fisting my hands into the comforter to steady myself as he pounded into me.

My muscles ached with the strain of holding still for him even as my body wanted to rock forward with each angry thrust of his hips.

He grunted as he fucked into me, those fingers digging divots into my flesh, leaving marks on me that would last days.

My pussy throbbed from the beating, swollen and flush, dripping with need, but this wasn’t about me, not really.

Vinny was angry and threatened and feeling insecure.

I also didn’t have to be a mind reader to know that about him.

He was proud, and Eli knew exactly what buttons to push.

Hell, he’d pushed all of mine. Touched me in ways that—

Oh god.

My pussy clenched around Vinny at the thought.

Eli’s hands on me, the pressure of his hard length against my body.

The way he wanted me.

The way I shamefully wanted him right back.

“Fuck,” Vinny ground out through clenched teeth. “Your cunt is like a vise.”

“Vinny,” I moaned, stretching my back to press harder against his groin.

His hip bones jerked painfully against my ass as he fucked me harder, then his hands flexed, gripping me so hard I cried out from the flash of pain.

He pulled out with a desperate growl, then spurts of his cum painted my back in wet heated sprays.

I moaned as he marked me, pressing my ignored tits into the bed, desperate for any friction I could find.

I ached with need, my pussy clenching around the loss of him.

He splayed his hand on my lower back, then smeared his cum, pulling it down the crack of my ass to the swell of my pussy until that, too, was covered in him.

“Vinny,” I sobbed, my voice hiding none of my frustration.

He curled over me then, wrapping his dirty hand around my throat, then he tugged me backward.

With my legs still bound snugly together, I was unable to move.

He had me pinned against his hard chest, his thick cock nestled against my ass.

I shuddered as his mouth found my neck. He licked and bit at me, rocking slowly against my body, ready to go again when I still hadn’t even had a chance to finish.

It was cruel punishment, withholding my orgasm like this.

With a shift of his hips, he pressed his cock between the tight squeeze of my thighs, rocking forward, sliding around in the slickness of his cum, my arousal, teasing my clit with each forward glide.

“Fuck,” I moaned on a violent shudder.

“You still smell like him,” Vinny purred, and I trembled with need. “Even covered in my cum, you smell like the vampire king.”

“I’m sorry,” I gasped, shaking with frustrated need.

“Sorry for what, sweet girl? Sorry because you liked when he touched you?”

I whimpered, but my body gave me away, my thighs clenching around Vinny’s hard length.

“My sweet, dirty girl,” Vinny growled against my ear. “One vampire isn’t enough... you need three?”

I could see it, clear as day.

Vinny. Elias. Gannon.

“Oh god.” I trembled in his grasp, soaking him with a fresh rush of arousal.

“Say it.”

I shook my head.

“Do I not take care of you?”

I gasped as one hand tightened around my neck and the other dipped between my legs, teasing my clit with feather-soft strokes.

I rocked forward, trying to get him to give me more, but then he yanked me back, stilling his hand on my clit. Tears sprang from my eyes as need overwhelmed me, shaking me with the sheer force of it.

“Do I not take care of this sweet cunt?”

“You do,” I gasped, and he rewarded me with a quick brush of his fingers against my swollen bundle of nerves. “You do, Vinny,” I whined, rocking my hips forward to chase his hand. “Please.”

He groaned and moved quickly, flipping us around until he was flat on his back, and—

And I was somehow positioned above his face.

My jeans—hell, even my shoes —had been tossed aside.

My socks, though roughly askew, remained. And my thong was loosely wrapped around one ankle.

God, I’d barely even felt him move . A laugh escaped me. “That’s...” I swallowed hard. “I’ll never get used to that.”

Vinny wrapped his hands around my thighs and I gasped as his gaze darkened an even deeper crimson. He shuddered as he focused on that place between my thighs.

“Be a good girl, Jacqueline.” He licked his lips hungrily, eyes locked on my naked center.

The muscles in my thighs strained as I tried to remain above his waiting mouth, even as he gently tried to ease me down.

He’d teased me, made me wait. Made me beg for him. Two could play that game.

His tongue toyed with the edge of one sharp fang and I shivered as fear and lust raced through my veins.

He closed his eyes, then his mouth, breathing deeply though his nose as his thumbs brushed gently back and forth in the creases of my thighs.

A moment passed, then, finally, he looked up at me again, flashing a wicked grin. His fangs were tucked safely away.

“ Sit .”

Oh god, that voice ... It wasn’t fair how easily he and Eli could coerce me without even having the ability to do so.

I lowered onto his mouth, shuddering when his tongue stroked hungrily against my pussy. He moaned, the sound a delicious vibration that stoked that fire building in my core. He lapped at me with strokes that were far from gentle, the opposite of teasing now.

No, now he was feasting .

I dragged my hands into his hair and looked down as he drove me wild with the skill of his talented tongue, the occasional, gentle brush of teeth, the dark, burning desire in his eyes.

“Yours,” I gasped as I rode his face, jerking my hips against him until my orgasm exploded against me.

“Fuck, fuck!” I cried, my body quaking with wave after wave of shattering release.

The sounds he made between my thighs, the squelching, starved sounds of a man dying to savor every last drop.

He moaned, a satisfied, deep sound that vibrated up into my core, then he flipped me onto my back, looking down at me with those incredible midnight eyes, face dripping with my cum.

Love drunk and pliable, I was easily bent quickly into position.

With my legs propped over one of his shoulders, his hands positioned on either side of my head, Vinny slid inside of me once more.

He shuddered, closing his eyes as he sank home.

Home.

I reached for him, caressing the tense planes of his face with my fingertips until he opened his eyes again. “Yours,” I promised.

But something in his eyes told me he didn’t fully believe that.

So I’d just have to prove it. He had my whole heart, no matter what bits of me the others wanted—or even might attempt—to claim for themselves, I loved Vincenzo Ricci wholeheartedly.