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I wasn’t pissed, I was into it. And NO for you sickos with twincest fetishes. Even if either of us were bi, we wouldn’t be bi together. There are lines, and while I would never kink shame, don’t project your kink on me or my brother. I’m into it because it’s Zoe, and she’s fucking sex even if she’s making out with my brother. “Oh shit!” Henrik exclaimed.

A small, sharp bite. “Fuck, Preppy.” I suppress a gasp—and maybe a smile. “What was that for?” “I’m testing your kink. Odaxelagnia.” I grin at the warmth spreading through my skin. “What the hell does that even mean?” “A fetish kink for biting.” He shrugs, smug now. “Fuck. Never heard of that before,” I laugh. “Yeah, yeah.” He leans up, glassy-eyed, a goofy, sweet smile playing on his lips. “Good areas to bite—arms, calves, thighs, butt, and the back. Avoid the spine.”

She winked at Jesse. He paused, then leaned his back on the chair. He intended to ask her the question. "Is... sex on the table?" K chortled, leaning on her chair too and crossing her legs. The tip of her boot grazed Jesse's calf, with just the small space between them from the teeny-tiny round table . K crossed her arms above her chest, making her cleavage pop through the neckline of her black tank top. "Maybe." She looked at Jesse with such intensity, her eyes turning dark.

CHAPTER 30: The Snake Inside Vincenzo’s Pov I just stood there after the kiss. It was so stupid. I kissed her in that dark hallway. I shouldn't have done that. I'm the Don, i don’t just kiss people whenever I feel like it. I’m the boss of everything but she was right there, and she looked so mad at me for showing her off at the party. I liked that she was mad. She didn’t look scared at all. She just looked angry. I pulled away and left fast before I did anything else totally dumb.

Letting them be open and empowered by their sexuality, rather than ashamed of kinky shit that vanilla lovers can’t accept. Rourke’s holding me, rather than the bright-eyed beauty connecting us in her satin sleeve. The intensity of the kiss, making me wonder if we’ll go there. The feeling is…. Intimate..... Our tongues clash in one of the most heated make out sessions I ever remember having. Gods, it shouldn’t be possible, and still here she is, with her cum leaking down my sac like a faucet, whining for us to go harder. We’re already making smacking sounds, broaching the pace of fiend packing newports in a nic fit, but she’s greedy, and I love it.

Immobile. “Sounds like you couldn’t find an easy female, so you had to buy one,” she giggled. Gods, her laughter was sweet music to my ears. “That’s kind of pathetic. Don’t you think?” She reached up on her tip-e-toes and bit my bottom lip. She tugged. One of her fangs sliced through my lips. The pain was brief and heavenly. “Woman,” I growled at her. “Ansley the Devourer of Souls.” Her lips curled into a devious smile, and utter wickedness washed over her delicate features.

His eyes darted over my face and lingered on my lips. “It’ll be so easy to push my cock into your pussy,” he growled as he slowly rolled his hips. “I’ll fill you up with my cum and watch my baby grow inside you.” He shuddered. “Please don’t tell me you have a breeding kink,” I whispered. “A what kink?” Ryder frowned. “A breeding kink. I read a book where the male lead was obsessed with getting the female lead pregnant. He switched out her birth-control pills with vitamin pills.”

"Tell me, do you like being choked, Maria?" Well shit. Unknowingly I clenched my thighs together and moaned. He smirked at my action, and I was red in embarrassment. What the fuck was that!? "There is nothing to be shy about. No one should be embarrassed by their kinks." He held my chin, making me look at him, still smirking. That was a kink? Which one? He caught up to my confusion. "Fuck! How innocent are you?" He asked while his hands go through my hair.

Cain took the glass from my hands and placed it down next to me on the countertop, seeking my full attention. "The part about where I said I'd killed every woman whom I've ever slept with," he said. "So you didn't kill them?" I asked. He took a deep breath, obviously trying to figure out how to explain himself. "I did," he admitted. My eyebrows furrowed. "Wait," I said, holding a hand up. "What exactly are you trying to clarify? It just seems like you're reiterating what you've already said." "Remember how I told you that Vampirism is a communicable disease? That it enters the body like a virus through an open wound?" He asked.

“I don’t believe that. So you suddenly woke up one day with a high libido and an urge to have dominant sex and a god complex too?” He lets out a surprised laugh, then winces because it hurts his stomach. “Andrea…” “What? I'm genuinely asking.” I keep my expression innocent. “It's a legitimate question.” He's quiet for a second and then he actually laughs, short and low and real, and it does something embarrassing to my chest. “No,” he says, composing himself. “That's a kink I developed. Based on experience.” “Experience,” I repeat. “Yes.” “Whose experience?”