Estimated reading time: 2 – 4 minutes
Lily whipped her head away when they began kissing. Heart thrashing inside her chest, she cringed from the passionate sounds coming from the bed. Lily’s mouth shook with suppressed sobs of pain and rage.
If I still had the Spirit I’d burn you both into ash. No. I’d tear you both apart first. Piece by fucking piece.
Her hands resembled claws; spasmodically stretching and clenching from the need to rip into flesh. The slithering of clothes snatched Lily’s attention back to the vicious vampire. She immediately wished she hadn’t.
Nicole lay naked before Julian.
Lily choked back her raw screams. She forced her useless tears to retreat. Her jerky breathing calmed. Lily’s black stare eased into blankness. Standing there in a beautiful vintage dress, tiny shoes on tiny feet, and hair still in lovely waves framing a porcelain face, Lily perfected a living doll.
She watched without expression as Julian mounted the woman beneath him. She saw him spread Nicole’s legs wide. She heard the wet squelching of their vulgar joining. Each stroke pounded against Lily’s façade. Each whimper of satisfaction demanded a reaction.
Never. I will never let that piece of shit know what he’s doing to me. I will get him back. Somehow, someway I will make him pay for this.
Lily’s ravenous appetite stopped short of including Nicole. Oh, she absolutely loathed the slender woman currently wrapping her trim thighs high up on Julian’s back. Lily wished with all the spite in her black little heart that Nicole would just die painfully at the pointed end of a vampire’s gluttony.
I’d be more than happy to dig your hole, bitch. Just like I’d be more than happy to throw that sick fucker right on top of you and you can both continue to fuck all you want with the worms right in hell.
However, the bulk of her insane loathing centered on the vampire who had yet to take his eyes off her. His craven smile beckoned her to cry. She refused. Instead Lily watched their carnal activities with destructive thoroughness. With every push against Nicole, Julian erased a bit more of Lily’s momentary fascination with him. Her mask threatened to crack when she thought of Ian.
I’m seeing Ian make love to another woman. No! It’s not Ian. Never him. He would never do this to me. He would never touch anyone. He would never make me watch him. This is not Ian.
It was then she understood exactly why the sick bastard had brought her here.
He’s fucking me all right—he’s fucking me over. And he gets to do it while proving a point.
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