Page 98 of Red Masquerade

I sat back on my elbows. “How?”

He paused and looked at me, his good humor fading away into seriousness, realizing thatIwas serious. Perhaps it hadn’t crossed his mind that I’d ask these questions, but I was growing tired of being left in the dark.

He stood straight, his hands going to his belt. “Perks of having an insanely wealthy Sire, I suppose.” He discarded his belt and trousers, left only in his underwear. He put his knee on the bed, his eyes flashing when they landed on the loose tie of my robe.

“Your Sire… gives you money?”

His throat slid, his gaze flicking back up to me. “In so many words.”

I fell back, letting my head fall into the plush pillows.

He was dodging the truth. I knew it. Did he avoid speaking about it because it was painful? He had said he wouldn’t be able to tell me everything at once—but I had to pry these answers from him, eventually.

The bed dipped as he crawled over me. When I opened my eyes, he was caging me against the mattress, a knee spreading my thighs, his strong arms on either side of my head. He searched my face, as though he could find lies to recite there.

“I just want to know,” I breathed, reaching up to curl my fingers at his sides. “You are so different—I just need to understand.”

After a moment, he leant down and pressed his lips to mine, warm and soft. He kissed me gently, his fingers brushing throughmy hair, just as he used to when we were teenagers.When he was Adam. I felt myself melting, falling under the spell of his fingers.

He pulled away. “I will tell you everything,” he murmured, his mouth trailing to my neck. His warm breath sent shivers through me, my skin lighting up under his touch. His lips pressed gentle kisses against my pulse, up to my ear, nipping at my lobe, before softly biting at my collarbones. I craned my neck back, giving him full access to my throat, my mouth falling open.

My conversation with Sinclair was forgotten as soon as Vince’s fingers slid under my ass, exposed by the open robe, and pulled me to him, our bodies pressed tightly together. I felt him grow hard through his underwear, felt myself ready for him, the spot between my thighs growing slick with need.

He drove me wild with his mouth, his hands sliding down my sides, his mouth trailing between my breasts. His tongue found my nipple, stoking pleasure there only enough to make me squirm. I gasped, a hum of approval rumbling in his chest before he moved lower, his teeth brushing against my navel, the sharp points sending illicit thrills through my core.

He gripped my hips tightly, holding me in place.

“Don’t think I’ve forgotten,” I managed to say between breaths. My back arched off the bed as he trailed his tongue from my hip to my sternum.

“Of course not,” he mumbled, continuing his ministrations.

His eyes darkened, meeting mine only briefly before he pushed the robe completely open, the silk cascading to either side of my body. I was completely exposed, my skin pebbling in the cool air, my nipples hard after his touches. He gazed down at me, a hungertaking over, eyes raking over my body appreciatively. His arousal strained against the flimsy fabric. He palmed himself, grinning.

“You look absolutely delicious,” he purred, using his knees to push my legs further apart.

My chest rose and fell with heavy breaths already. Every particle in my body tingled with anticipation.

“Then eat me,” I challenged, my voice barely above a whisper, not thinking of what dangerous words those were to say to a monster.

He revealed his teeth in a dark smile before he dove, gripping my hips and pulling me roughly to the edge of the bed. I slid against the duvet, squealing at the sudden movement. He hoisted my thighs over his shoulders, staring down at the apex of my thighs like he hadn’t seen me before.

When he exhaled, his nose so close, his breath fanned across my folds, causing my toes to curl.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” he growled in a voice so low, I could hardly hear him, before he licked a stripe up my center. My eyes rolled back into my head.

His tongue moved deftly, barely touching me, making me quiver, before he pressed it flat against my clit. His nail dug into my hips, threatening to break the skin again if I pulled away. When his teeth brushed against the most sensitive part of me, I wanted to scream.

I wanted to tell him to do it, to bite me, damn the consequences, but I couldn’t speak, my voice lost. It became difficult to do anything but tangle my fingers in his hair and hold him against me, his tongue greedily drawing pleasure out of me, then slowing down as I came nearer to my orgasm.

I groaned when he dipped into my center, pushing against the resistance there.

My thighs involuntarily tightened around his head. He growled in approval, increasing his fervor.

I couldn’t do it anymore.

My breaths came in short pants, my fingers pulling so tightly at his hair, urging him on. My head pressed back against the pillow, my hips pushing into him, wanting his tonguedeeper, harder. It wasn’t enough.

“Please,” I gasped, and he laughed, pulling away. When I opened my eyes, he gleamed with my arousal. His tongue ran over his lips, lapping it up.