Page 20 of Bloodlust

Because the girl that died... She never did.

Chapter 6

Black Hole

"Don't you dare stop," I moan, fisting Javi's thick hair as he sucks on my clit, my body on the verge of orgasm but not quite there. "Faster!"

I thought I taught him well. A year ago the poor boy barely knew how to find a clitoris let alone stimulate one. He's one of my more advanced pupils. Kody's cock is bigger, but I've always found tongues to be far more versatile.

"Harder," I demand, coiling my hand around Kody's wrist. His lips tighten around my nipple, sending a surge of pain down my spine. "More!"

He obeys. Well, sort of. He's a good boy. He listens, but he's timid. A bit shy. He doesn't want to hurt me. He doesn't want to cause me pain.

But I want it. I want the pain. I need it. It's the only feeling that counters the lingering emptiness resting in my soul. I try to fill that void as often as I can. But it's never enough. The more I fill it, the wider and larger andmore vast it gets. It's growing. Like a black hole. Sucking in everything in sight.

Maybe Iama black hole.

Light can enter but never escape.

"Come for us, Cami," Kody mumbles against my skin.

"Don't talk," I snap, squeezing my eyes shut. I focus on the swirling ministrations of Javi's dancing tongue. Come on! What is happening? He's doing everything right! Two days in a row? Seriously? "Fuck’s sake!”

"What's wrong?" Kody asks, his innocent blue eyes flicking up. "Are you okay?"

"Enough!" Glaring at Kody, I push Javier's head out from between my legs and adjust my position on the black leather couch. "Go back to work."

Javier kneels on the carpet in front of me, wiping his wet mouth. "But?—"

"Go!" I point to the door of my office before tugging down my dress. I blink when they don't move. "I said fucking go!"

They don't say another word as they scatter out of the room, leaving me huffing on the couch. God, this is ridiculous. Maybe I need to find new toys. I haven't kept the same boys on retainer this long before. Usually, I get bored. I sigh, reach for my laptop, and flip it open. Guess I'm bored again.

I fucking hate being bored.

The computer screen flickers to life and various documents on Hayden Malcolm pop up. I glower at his ID photo. What a pompous ass. I lean closer, observing his all-too-symmetrical features. And his eyes. Those stupid fucking green eyes. The eyes that told me no. Theeyes that had blatantly undermined my status. Maybe he doesn't know who I am.

I move the cursor around the screen, recapping everything I've learned about the head doctor in the last twenty-four hours.

You might not know me, Doctor. But I sure know you.

Dr. Hayden Malcolm, son of Alison and Todd Malcolm, both deceased. Grew up in Florida, which means he's probably a damn lunatic. Seriously, all the crazies are from the Sunshine State. Don't believe me? Watch the news.

He went to some second-tier college for psychology, then got a master's degree. Blah blah blah. Nothing juicy. Nothing exciting. He doesn't even have social media. I mean, he's in his early thirties, but still? Not even Facebook? Again, so damn boring.

The only interesting thing Zoey managed to uncover is that he recently purchased a ticket to Under the Sea, the aquarium's annual charity fundraiser. I'm not entirely sure how he managed to purchase a ticket; they're not cheap. It's an exclusive event for benefactors and corporations looking for tax write-offs, not arrogant shrinks who know far too many facts about sharks.

You are not a shark.

I slam the screen shut, groaning in frustration. God, he irks me. I don't know what it is but that man is just... Fuck!

"Cami!" Zoey hollers from behind the door as she knocks. "We gotta go. Car's waiting."

"Coming," I mutter, grabbing a tissue from the side table and wiping between my legs.

The last thing I want to do right now is face The Council. When my father headed up the business, Council meetings only happened once a year. Once! I already saw all those old bastards two months ago when Dad passed the proverbial torch. They're ten months early.

It's trust. They don't trust me. That is blatantly evident from the fact they sent Leo to deal with Judge Keegan. I'm not an idiot. I know this means war. Leo's father would love nothing more than for his son to leadAngeli Della Morte.