Page 32 of Depths of Hunger

But her eyes. She flinched when I mentioned Angelo. “What the fuck is up with Angelo? I saw you. I saw you when you left. He touched you.” My hand rolls into a fist at the thought.

“You were watching? How long have you been watching me?” she demands.

“A while.” It’s a lie. I just arrived today. “Tell me about Angelo,” I growl.

“Angelo has a thing for me. He has since I saved him. He’s been hitting on me constantly.” She glances down at her arm. “He got aggressive today. I’ve decided to replace him.” Her gaze meets mine, and there’s fire in her eyes.

I look at the dark, bruised skin on her arm. “He did this to you?”

“Yes, earlier tonight.”

“I’ll fucking end him. He hurt what’s mine.”My Mia.I’ll make him pay. I met her gaze. “I will rip his throat out in front of you so you willknow he is dead. And then I will have him dismembered and fed to the dark creatures.”

She shudders, but there’s a small light of triumph in her eyes. She’s getting a taste for this life. It makes me smile, revealing my fangs once again. “You like that idea. You want to see him die.”

She begins to shake her head but stops and then utters a quiet “Yes.”

My gattina has blood lust. That, and the fact that she’s still a virgin, makes me want her even more. I glance down at the blood on my fingers. I pull the dress over her head and undo her bra, dropping them both to the floor. Then I run the blood over her nipple with my fingers and bend my head to lick it off. So fucking sweet.

I continue to suck her nipple while I stick my fingers deeper inside her.

“Renzo,” Mia moans. “Fuck me, Renzo. I’ve waited long enough.”

I turn her around to face the wall and pull her hands above her head. “It’s going to hurt so fucking good, baby. I want you to cry out for me. Tell me when it hurts.”

She turns to look at me and nods.

“But if it gets too much, gattina, you must tell me to stop. I have the power to break you. Do you understand?”

Mia frowns. “I…don’t?—”

“I’m a monster, Mia. Never forget it. I’m stronger than any human. I can literally fuck you to death, so you have to tell me if I go too far.” Up until this moment, I didn’t realize how much I wanted Mia alive. I want to fuck her for days on end. Maybe weeks. I do not want her to die. She is mine, and I will have her over and over again. I want her by my side. I love her strength and fierce spirit. I need her at least until I find out who is behind the chaos.

I kiss her neck hard enough to bruise her flesh, and she winces. “See, my little gattina. I can break you. You need to tell me if you need me to stop.”

She bites her lip and nods. I capture her lips and kiss her fiercely as I run one hand over her hip and run my other hand over her pussy. Isqueeze her ass and put my fingers inside her, rubbing her clit. “You like this, baby? You want to fuck your vampire?”

“God, yes,” she breathes. Her hips are bucking to my rhythm. I go faster, rubbing her g-spot and nipping her neck. I squeeze her nipple with my other hand while I finger fuck her. Mia’s hips buck and she moans my name. She rocks against my fingers. I know she’s going to come. I squeeze her throat slightly as I slam my fingers inside her and curl them over her g-spot. She lets out a small sound as I squeeze her throat. Her body heaves, and then her legs give out and I catch her.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes, Renzo. That was amazing,” she pants as I hold her up.

“That was only the beginning, baby.”

I turn her around and guide her over to the bed, where I put her face down. “Get up on your hands and knees,” I tell her. She does it slowly.

“Faster,” I say and slap her ass lightly.

She pulls herself up and looks back at me. The fear is back. It’s like an aphrodisiac. “Are you afraid of me, baby?”

“No,” she says, but we both know she’s lying.

“I can smell your fear, baby. And that’s good. You should be afraid of me.” I take off my shirt, and I can see her studying my chest, looking for bullet holes. I know she still can’t truly comprehend that I’m a vampire. No rush. She will. I drop my pants, and she stares at my erection. “You like that, gattina? You want to taste it?”

“Yes,” she says then turns toward me. I slap her ass again. “Did I say you could move?”

“Fuck you,” she says as she glares at me but goes back to her original position.