Page 31 of The Vampire Oracle

He licked his lips. “Sure. I like seeing you struggle and would love to see you struggle under my heavy cock too.”

My thighs shook around him. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating, making my panties soak even more. I was testing him, and he was testing me.

“But I need you strong, Ashbourne. I need Spectre. No time for me to taste you or…” he leaned in and pressed his lips against my neck. A sigh escaped me. “Burry my cock into your wet, warm pussy. I can feel how wet you are for me.”

I melted against him, hips rolling. I should not be this horny, not for him. Ever.

His nose dragged against my skin, over my chin and then his mouth was right in front of mine. I looked down at it, waiting for the moment we tasted each other and filled the need within us.

But he never moved.

“Do you want me, Psalm?”

My eyes closed at the sounds of my name on his lips. I needed a moment where our bodies were pressed so tightly together. “Kier, please…”

“Please what?” he muttered, lips brushing mine. His free hand grabbed my ass and pushed me against him. I pushed myself forward, moaning as I tasted his lips.

Kier’s hand on my wrist moved to cup the back of my head. He groaned, pushing his body into mine.

Our lips moved, his tasting like coffee and sin.

In a swift moment, I lifted my hips, gaining control. I rolled onto him, pressing my breasts into him further. His hand grabbed my ass and pulled me against him.

With a whimper, my left hand called for a weapon. Then in a moment, I pulled back and pressed the knife to his throat.

He was breathing harder than he was in fighting, but he was smirking at the cold silver against his skin. But he gained control, flipping us over and taking my dagger. Before I could put my weapon away in the Celestial world, he stabbed it into my arm.

I yelped before I realized it was my right arm. He had it pinned up, cutting all the wiring.

“What are you doing?” I barked, trying to push him away.

“Getting rid of dead weight,” he muttered before he punched the arm and broke it completely in half.

“Kier! Stop!” I finally pushed him off of me. The weapon disappeared into the air. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

“I just said—”

Rage exploded inside of my chest where the lust once was. I attacked, kicking him.

But he jumped back to his feet before I could fully land it on him.

My fist flew, and I worked with my feet to get in good combos. He was defensive, not letting me hit him until I landed a few hits in a row.

“That’s it, Ashbourne!” He encouraged.

I pushed him in the chest, finally tired of my own attacks. “Fuck you! Fuck you, Kier. Why would you do that?”

“Look at how much faster you are! You finally hit me.”

I called for my dagger and threw it right at him. He dodged at the last moment… Sad.

With a growl, I left the room, parts falling from my arm. I had to get the fuck out of here before I lost my fucking mind. He broke my arm off. He had no regard for my things just because he was fucking rich.

I opened the front door, pushing myself outside.

“Sal, get back here,” Briar yelled after me.

“Fuck you and fuck this whole fucking place!” I snapped.