Punishment

[Tabitha’s POV]

I stare in shock at the vampire standing in front of me with his belt clamped between his fingers, wondering how in the hell I even got here.

After leaving the scene of yet another case, I simply intended to come home, have a few glasses of wine, watch porn, and relieve myself after how feral Atticus had made me. So why was I face down and ass up on a couch with one of the sexy vampire twins staring at me? And why was my body going along with what he wanted?

I knew that I should be fighting and killing him on the spot, but everything in me screamed for him to punish me, pleasure me, and fuck me until I was a fucking mess.

“Are you going to take them off, little mouse?” He continues, snapping his belt. “You have until the count of three, and then..."

“You’re going to wish you listened.”

Eyes widening, I watch as the other vampire walks in, looking fucking sexy as hell in a form-fitting suit and his hair up.

“Glad you could join me, Allister,” the first vampire chuckles.