-Katherine-I arch my back off the bed and let out a moan, his tongue lapping at my hardened clit while two of his fingers pump slip inside of me, caressing my sweet spot. Fisting his hair in my hand, I wrap my legs around his neck and drive my drenched pussy into his face; he smirks when I do this, then continues his assault on my sex until I scream out my release.Not long after this, he slams his massive cock inside of me, groaning as soon as he’s entered me to the base. I dig my nails into his tattooed back, raking them over the length of him until they find their way into his lower back, and I meet his thrusts while pushing him deeper. His thrusts become more frenzied, taking from me what he needs while I give him everything I have to offer. He lightly nips at my shoulder, his hand slipping around my neck and squeezing gently. My moans turn into screams the closer I am to my peak, while his groans become grunts, and I feel his cock becoming more engorged every time he enters me.

-Katherine-The severed heads of the men I used to respect stare up at me with glazed, dead eyes. It’s been hours since Priest winded me with news that knocked everything I knew down like a Jenga tower.The Death’s Temple, my guild, my home… is, in fact, involved with the most disgusting thing to come out of humanity since slavery and segregation. I can’t doubt what’s been presented to me anymore; the more I think of what Priest has said, the more it starts to make sense.My father’s flight plans, the donations to churches, and those two specific orphanages… Disgust coils in my gut, and I rush to the bathroom only to dry heave as there’s nothing in my stomach. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep since he came in here, and now I’m sitting in front of the large windows again. Even with the sunlight streaming in, a chill still sets deep in my bones.Everything I know is a lie. If Death’s Temple is indeed part of a human trafficking ring, then what have I been fighting for? Who is the tr

-Gabriel- I close Katherine’s door behind me and lean my head against it. Whatever just happened between us should not have happened; I don’t even know how I fucking managed to pull away before devouring her entirely. Breathing out a strained sigh, I walk towards my Prospect’s door and bang on it. “Keep it the fuck down!” I growl before storming out of the place and heading towards my Harley. What the fuck is wrong with me? One taste of forbidden fruit, and I’m hooked like a junkie. The way her body felt against mine, the sounds of her moaning, calling out my name when she reached her climax, the sweet taste of her mouth. I hate to admit it to myself, but she’s right; I’m already fucking addicted. “Told you to stop fucking with her,” Valentine says as he slinks out of the shadows. I roll my eyes when I see him, then mount my Harley. “Not in the mood for a lecture right now,” I say, with no specific place in mind. “Save it for when I get back.” I’m about to put on my helmet when

-Katherine- I need therapy. A full 24 hours of therapy and ECT because of all the filthy dreams I’ve been having about my captor. It’s been two weeks since I last saw Gabriel; I don’t even see him going in or out of the estate. Valentine’s visits have become less frequent, too, and it makes me wonder what’s going on. Not to mention that I’ve seen werewolves running around the estate during the day, and once or twice I saw Lycans. For some reason, I thought this was because my father had sent someone for me, but even that hope was stifled as the days passed. I’m not sure why I’m still expecting him to come for me and why I still hope he does, even after I found out the awful things about him. I suppose that a part of me refuses to believe that my father could do anything as awful as what I’ve been told. I mean… he raised me and made certain that I turned into the hunter I am today. When I think back to my parent’s relationship, I don’t remember arguments or them being unhappy. So

-Gabriel-The woman who supposedly hates me more than anything in this world saved my life tonight. I know that I was shot close to my heart courtesy of that cunt, Xenia, but Katherine even removed those as well as the splinters. She tended to me when she could have let me die and escape, she cleaned my wounds when the door was open for her to leave. Why doesn’t it bother me as much as I thought it would? Even the way she looks at me is different, and I am not sure if I like it. Maybe I should push her a bit tonight and see how far I can get before she snaps.But those thoughts curdle in my throat as I think them… I can’t exactly repay her kindness with cruelty, can I?I look down at my chest where I was shot, and even though the wounds have closed up, I can still feel where the bullets were. Katherine did more than save my life, she saved my entire nest along with the vampires who will serve under me. I don’t think that I can use her or torture her anymore, even if her blood is resp