Dead and Loving It by MaryJanice Alongi Page A

her panties down the middle. She hissed at him. Twelve bucks at Victoria’s Secret! The bitch’s secret was that she marked up her underwear by six hundred percent!
    â€œYou are an asshole,” she said clearly.
    â€œTrue enough.” He pulled her panties free, spread her dress wide, and then pushed her bra out of the way. “Umm. Very nice.”
    â€œGo fuck yourself, perv.”
    â€œI’d rather not…besides, you’re here, so why should I have to? We have hours until sunrise.” He chuckled. It sounded like cold water flowing over black rocks. “And Jane…I’m sooooo hungry. I’ve been waiting and waiting for you to wake up.”
    â€œI hope I poison you. I hope you choke until your lungs explode. I hope my blood burns your windpipe. I hope—”
    â€œI get the gist. I hope the next time you agree to spend the evening with me, you keep your word.” Then he was on her so suddenly she didn’t have time to pull in air for a gasp. She braced herself as best she could for his brutal entry, for teeth and blood and pain. Oh, when I get out of here I’m going to use your vertebrae for dice. See if I don’t. And I won’t cry, either. So there.
    His mouth skimmed her jaw, and she felt him lick her jugular and nibble gently at the tender flesh. His cool hand closed over her breast, pressed against her warm flesh, and she felt her nipple harden against his palm. Then he was kissing her throat, the middle of her chest, and her stomach. She felt his thumbs on her cunt, spreading her wide, and she felt his tongue snake inside her. The shock of it nearly bent her up off the bed. His mouth was cool but quickly warmed, and she flinched back, thinking of his sharp canines.
    But there was nothing to fear—or there was, but she quickly forgot it as waves of heat started from her crotch and radiated upward. His tongue was flicking in and out of her little tunnel, stabbing her clit, and then he pulled back and licked…excruciatingly slow licks that made her shake. She gritted her teeth as hard as she could and locked away the sounds she wanted to make. So he wasn’t being a hard guy—fine. This still wasn’t her idea. It still wasn’t any different from smacking her around or shoving her up against a dirty alley wall or—or—
    He stopped. He pulled back. She started to relax but then felt the sharp sting as his teeth broke the skin over her femoral artery. She gasped—she couldn’t help it—and tried to jerk away, but his hands held her fast.
    His fingers smoothed the soft pelt between her thighs and then he was parting her lips again and stroking her throbbing clit. One of his fingers dipped inside her while his thumb pressed gentle circles around her increasingly slick flesh. Meanwhile, his mouth was busy on her inner thigh, and she could hear soft sucking.
    This went on and on…she quickly lost track of time. She was screaming inside. Whenever she started to get close, he somehow knew and his fingers would still or pull away entirely. His mouth never stopped. Then he’d resume again, careful not to push her over the edge. After a while she still wasn’t making any sounds, but the bed shook with her trembling.
    At last he was sated. He pulled back and then bent to her and gave her a long, leisurely lick. “Ummm. You’re so wet. I love that. And you taste soooo good. Everywhere, it seems. Your blood is really rich. What on earth have you been eating?”
    She ground her teeth at him for answer. She felt his pelvis settle over hers, heard him chuckle. “Your rage could set the room on fire—better than being cold, I think?”
    She didn’t dignify that with an answer. Besides, if she opened her mouth—what might she say? She was horribly afraid she might ask—beg—to be fucked. Hard. For a long, long time. Her cunt throbbed. Her thigh throbbed. It wasn’t pain; it was