Page 24 of Hot Vampire Next Door: Season Three

I know it’s Bran the second I inhale. There’s no mistaking his scent—the sweetness of amber, the richness of leather.

He has me pressed against the wall in no time at all, and I let out a little moan.

“I told you to be a good girl tonight.” His voice is hoarse and edged with a sinister rumble. “It’s like you want to be punished.”

I clench up, clit throbbing. I’m wearing panties tonight, but the fabric is already soaked.

“Am I not allowed to talk to other guys?” I ask.

“Am I not allowed to talk to other girls?”

“Touché.”

He smiles. “Do you know the origins of that word?”

I wiggle beneath him. He tightens his grip on me, pressing closer. “I can’t say that I do.”

“It’s French,” he says, “and it means to touch.”

My heart kicks up. Bran takes in a deep, satisfying breath.

“Oh, little mouse, you thought you could play me, did you? Manipulate me into punishing that pussy.”

I lay my head back against the wall, exposing my throat. The tingling sensation between my legs is so intense now, I squeeze my thighs together trying to hold it at bay.

When is he going to touch me? When will he end the torture?

“Is that so wrong?” I ask him.

He laughs, low and beneath his breath, and then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a black teardrop-shaped object. He holds it up by its flat bottom.

“Open up, Mouse.”

“What—”

He shoves it past my lips. It’s cool to the touch with layered petals around the head, almost like a rose.

I watch him as he fucks my mouth with it, slow and steady, and then he pulls it out fast, making my lips pop.

“What is that for?”

He kicks my legs apart, reaches beneath my dress, shoves aside my panties, and slides it into my pussy.

I exhale in a rush, surprised by its use and shocked at how much wetter I already am because of it.

In his other hand, he holds up a remote.

I don’t think I need an explanation for that.

He presses a button and the plug buzzes deep inside of me.

The moan that escapes my throat is both shrill and lacking oxygen.

“Before the little mouse decided to play games, she should have asked herself what the rules were.”

He presses the button again and the vibration shifts rhythm and my clit throbs harder.

“Bran,” I say, gulping down air.