His Ruthless Craving: My Vampire Bully
“He doesn’t want you either. You’re throwing yourself at him like a sad puppy. You even got yourself bitten. What’s next? Gonna tattoo his name on your forehead?”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about—”
“No? You’re just desperate. That’s all this is. Is your pussy that damn itchy, Rowena?” she said, tilting her head with the nastiest grin.
Something snapped in me. “Yeah, maybe it is! And guess who I want to scratch it, huh? Not you. So do the world a favor and go choke on your blood pack, bitch!”
The room erupted in gasps again, some people laughing, others frozen.