Blood Legacy by Vanessa Redmoon Page A

sweet?” he asked, peering up at me from between my legs. “Do you want me to taste you, really savor you?”
    “Yes,” I whispered, not trusting myself to say more. I’d never felt more aroused in my life. My clit was throbbing; I tightened my walls with ravenous hunger.
    He parted my outer lips with his unclawed hand and ran the tip of his tongue slowly, so slowly along their edge. My back arched instinctively. I clenched my hands into fists, nails digging into my palms, as a sharp, piercing delight went through me. “Do you want me to suck that sweet pussy, fuck you with my tongue?”
    I tilted my hips toward him, frantic to feel his tongue on me again. “Yes!” I cried.
    “Yes, what ?” His voice was gravelly.
    “Yes, please ,” I begged. “ Please suck me.”
    He took a sharp bite into my thigh. “Your body and soul are mine now.” He licked the raw skin where he’d bit it, and trailed his tongue up to my folds. “If I want to bite you or suck you, I’ll do it.” His tongue rubbed hard between my lips, scraping at my clit, the very tip pressing into me. “If I want to drink you, spank you, turn you, kill you, then I will.” He darted his tongue again inside me, writhing, pressing, making me clench around it like a fist. “Do you understand me?”
    Turn me? Kill me? My heart was hammering within my chest, but the terror in his words made me slicker than ever. That tongue, and his hot breath against my skin, and now—oh, god, his mouth surrounding my clit, sucking it into him—
    “I understand—please, please, you’re going to make me cum—”
    Abruptly he pulled away from me, leaving me throbbing, standing on the edge, ready to jump. Cold air danced across my engorged flesh. Every change in the breeze and every crackle of a candle’s flame felt like a dagger to my spine, prodding me closer over the cliff. I needed it. I needed it fiercely.
    “No,” he said forcefully, his voice like the crack of a whip. “You come when I command it. Only when I command it, and always when I command it.” He smirked. “One day, you’ll be on a crowded mag-lev train, and I’ll comm you with the order to come for me, and you’ll be helpless but to scream as a mind-shattering orgasm tears through you, everyone staring at you in fear.”
    I nodded, shaking against the bars of the X. I felt like a balloon with its skin stretched too tight. If he didn’t push me over the edge soon, I was sure I would burst.
    “But I think I’ve served you quite enough today already, wouldn’t you agree? It’s your master’s turn.”
    “Anything,” I said, my throat raw. “Whatever you want. Just please, let me—”
    He slapped me again. It tasted like the sweetest wine inside my cheek. “ If and when I’m satisfied with you.”
    At that, he grabbed the top arms of the X and, bared arm muscles glistening, heaved it to one side. I spun through the air until he settled the cross upside down. I slipped down, blood rushing to my head, restraints digging into my ankles to support me.
    “Now that’s much better.” Victor gave a lewd slap to my exposed bits. “Maybe the disorientation will tame your brazenness a bit.”
    He reached for the slender buckle on his belt. From upside down, I watched him unearth his erection from the fine suit pants—thick, reddened, and as long as I’d imagined it, from tracing it with my hands that morning. He gave himself a savory tug and stepped toward me.
    “Let’s put that disobedient mouth of yours to good use.”
    I curled my tongue around his shaft, relishing the rough network of veins and the taste of his skin, like the faintest honey. He pressed deeper into me, probing the back of my throat. Suck and lick, suck and lick—I moved faster and faster, goaded on by the pleasant, throaty gasps escaping from him as I felt him swell and stiffen further in my mouth.
    “Good girl. Keep going,” he murmured, leaning his face against my knee. He raked the claws along my thigh, digging