Page 65 of Tempt Me

“Fuck it.” I snarled. “I don’t care!”

My head hurt bad. I was breathing too heavily. The weight on my chest felt like an ice pick, slowly piercing my black heart. I coughed, the strangled sound making me dizzy and nausea bubble up. My vision was blurry, and I couldn’t see straight.

The red-haired female was my vision. A vision of red. Blood. So much blood. She shrieked underneath me. She was…what was she?

“Ow!”

My cheek throbbed like fire. A huge weight was on my chest, but this time, it was like a big black shadow.

“Liebling,” I said, stunned.

The man was sitting on my chest, staring down at me. He must have been wrestling with me because sweat poured down his body. He looked fucking godly. I may be tall, but I certainly wasn’t as thick as this man.

My cock twitched under his ass. His eyes flashed just slightly, and I grinned, doing it again, this time on purpose.

“Watch out, Liebling,” I warned, grinding my pelvis into him. “You don’t walk into a den of snakes without expecting to be bitten.”

I flipped him, his tough body caught off guard and sliding underneath me for one brief, perfect second.

I took advantage of his moment of shock and bit down hard on that delicious flesh of his neck, ripping the bandage off and seeing the wound.

God, he tasted good, like salt and sweet candy.

He bucked me like a bronco, but despite his strength, I was able to keep him caged with my advantage in my height.

“Mmm, Liebling,” I moaned, grinding harder into his pelvis, making sure his thickening cock brushed my rock-hard dick.

“Look’s like you enjoy being a little buffet,” I teased. “Good to know for the next time. I plan on tasting every fucking inch ofyou, city boy.” This time, he threw me off with enough force to send me flying up and over toward the wall.

Randall rubbed his neck, the blood smearing on his hand. I licked my lips, tasting the last little bit of his metallic sweetness on my tongue.

“You are a fucking animal,” he said, growling as he moved. He backed up on his ass, blocking his cock from my view with his hand.

“I already saw how much you liked it.” I circled him from the wall, watching him make his way outside the cell. “No need to try to hide it.”

He shook his head, slammed the cell door closed, and walked back upstairs.

I stared at the wall, my blood feeling electrified with his taste lingering on my tongue.

“Mmm, Liebling. Can I have some more?” I ran at the door, smashing it with my hand, the feeling of my blood dripping down onto the floor.

“Inmate! Back away from the door.” ‘Thing Two’ barked at me, his wagging finger close enough to bite.

Big mistake, big boy.

I latched onto his finger and bit until I felt bone. Served him right to wag that meat stick in my face.

“Ahhh! Get him off me!” Chaos ensued around me, and I laughed, singing my favorite song about a dog and bone.

I felt that spark of electricity, the zap on my side lighting my damn world up like a yule tree.

“I love it, rough, pretty boy!” I teased, my eyes flickering with that damn prod. I could feel my body going lax, but not before staring into his creamy molten chocolate eyes. “You…win this round,” I said, the pull of darkness tugging me down hard.

“But now, I know you want this.” I reached down to palm my cock, and that fucking prod zapped me again. This time, my body shut down—lights out.

Twenty Four

Smolder: To burn slowly without flame.