34. CATALINA

THIRTY-FOUR

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Ren was still looking at me with that blank expression, and I nervously licked my lips.

When I first came in, I’d allowed my fear to get the best of me and crawled into his lap. But he wasn’t Asher. Nope. There was a cruel mocking in his expression that sent shivers up my spine.

I didn’t know him. His hand flattened on my thigh, and I jumped at the rough touch. His smirk was what was what got to me, and honestly it scared me more than Jax’s scowling.

“What happened to land you here?” I spat the question out frantically. His hand flexed around my thigh and my heartbeat sped up.

His smile widened making my mouth dry up. “A-Asher told me you messed with someone.”

He mouthed Asher and his brows lifted.

Another inch to the side. I didn’t want to make it obvious I was trying to get away from him, but I couldn’t just sit still.

Ren tossed his head back and laughed. I startled at the explosive sound echoing off the walls. I scooted more while he was distracted and the larger jolt to the side was my mistake.

He lunged. I screamed, scrambling away, but he captured my ankle and dragged me back. My dress lifted, baring my panties as I battled for freedom.

His cool palm spanned my belly and I sucked in a breath. His fingers dragged up my flesh, caressing the sensitive skin to delve under my dress. I tensed at his movements. Ren’s thumb plunged under the front of my bra and he tugged it with a sharp twist. The elastic bounced back onto my skin as material ripped open. I gawked up at him, breasts on full display. The swells of my breast rose sharply.

“What are you doing?” My words quaked. “My dress.” I couldn’t help the whimper. That cost me months of savings.

“Playing.”

I had no idea what that meant, and I didn’t want to find out. His eyes were bright and I really didn’t want to discover what other things excited him . Ren leaned down, but his head stopped over my belly. He snarled as he was stopped by the rattling chains. The silver collar around his neck wouldn’t allow him any lower.

He gripped my legs and forced them around his torso, keeping his arms over my thighs. My legs trembled as they bracketed him. With his fingers digging into my waist, he tipped me up so I was arched off the ground and my shoulders pressed against the floor.

He bent down and his fangs pierced my stomach. I sucked in a breath at the sharp incisions. He rubbed my increasingly wet pussy against his chest and the mingling pain bled into pleasure.

Ren dragged his tongue down the trails of blood, lapping my skin with a deep groan. Blood trickled on my torso and over my breasts.

I struggled against his hold, but he roughly kept grip of my hips and ground my pussy against his sternum. The pressure on my clit lifted the hair on my arms. Ren’s teeth sank into my stomach a little higher from the other bite and he suctioned. My lips parted as my breathing elevated.

Drops of my blood trickled over my skin, painting me red. The lines marking me caused my lust to flare.

His arm curved under my spine and he lifted me with ease and hoisted me until my breasts were level with his mouth. He dragged the cup of my bra down and his tongue lashed my nipple. I gasped, my thighs clenching around him.

The tickle of my blood trickled downward from where it’d pooled earlier.

Ren’s fangs rasped across my quivering peak and I moaned. My God, every bite tautened me up like a bow string. He met my eyes and struck in a swift movement, the sharp fang sinking into the tip of my breast. I screeched at the sting and then he sucked . My body became rigid and I bucked against him, the pressure against my clit combined with him suckling blood from my nipple shot shockwaves throughout my appendages. A wave of pleasure slammed into me, and I cried out in ecstasy, writhing against him as he tightened his hold on me.

He sucked in a hard drag and I whimpered from the onslaught, but he held no mercy. My nipple popped free from his mouth and I cried out as he rasped his teeth against the sensitive peak.

Ren dragged my body down his until my panty-covered core was poised over his hard cock. I was back to staring back up at him, but his face was flushed and he had a glazed look to his eyes. His fingers flexed on my shoulder.

“Such a wet little cunt.” The words were growled as he pressed me down. My thighs curved around his waist again and my spine pinched at the position he forced me into. “I want you drenched in blood. To feed from your pussy.” His palm pressed between my thighs. I had no doubt I was wet. My face heated at his gaze as he took in my body with uninhibited need marring his expression. There was pure possession in those glittering brown eyes.

His gaze flickered and he slipped his hand between the tight fit where the seam of his jeans met my pussy and rubbed roughly. His knuckles pressed against my covered slit and I whimpered, arching toward the touch as another gush of wetness dripped around his hand. I used abdominal strength to pull myself up to get near him, but Ren wrenched his hand free and shoved me down again.

Ren’s irises turned red for only a split second and he sneered down at me as he dug his nails into the sides of my waist.

I screamed at the sharp pain as he sliced me.

Blood bubbled to the surface and panic tightened my throat. He roughly gyrated up against me, and my sensitive pussy throbbed.

It shouldn’t feel as good as it did.

He chuckled low. I squeezed my eyelids together, not wanting to see how wrong it was, I simply wanted to feel the pleasure.

“Watch me,” he hissed.

I whimpered, unable to move from the mix of pain and ecstasy. He gripped my hair in his fist, forcing my neck to bend.

I slowly blinked as I took in the blood smeared across my skin. The punctures on my lower abdomen and my nipple trickling blood from them. Ren hadn’t made the effort to close the marks.

That was how that vampire was. The one I feared. He left me open to bleed sometimes, it was worse when he first caught me. The thick lines of blood going up the sides of my torso.

Ren dragged the tip of his fingers over the red liquid, spreading it over my skin until his hand was playing in blood across my stomach.

He groaned and shuddered at the sight.

Ren gripped the back of my neck and yanked up in a sharp tug. He bit my throat and fed... and fed. Taking from me as much as he could.

My sight became fuzzy and I became lightheaded as I struggled sucking in a breath. My chest squeezed painfully.

I went limp against him and then blacked out.

It felt like a moment, but it had to be longer. I coughed, sputtering against the wrist pressed to my mouth. I lifted my eyelids, pulling against the hold on the back of my head forcing me to remain in place. Soreness spread though my neck and I moved to stretch, but he hissed and I automatically stilled. I stared into his pensive expression, unable to do anything other than breathe as my mouth overfilled.

“Keep swallowing.”

I whimpered at his order and did as he bade. It was too much.

Pressure mounted in my stomach. This was too much—it hurt. I whimpered, blood overflowing the corners of my mouth and trickling down my chin.

He kept me in the same position for longer than I could determine. I drank from him as I stared into his increasingly stiff expression. There was no need to force me to drink this much, nor to be so damn aggressive with my neck. I huffed from my nose, glaring at him over his wrist as my stomach rebelled.

I thrashed in his grip until he released me. He must have seen the desperation in my eyes. Tossing myself off his lap, I landed on my hands and knees. My stomach churned and I gagged, blood dripping off my chin.

The droplet on my chest rolled slowly downward, thicker and darker red. I fisted my hands, aching to rail at him for doing that.

Was he trying to drown me? Chains rattled.

I narrowed my eyes at him, lips pressed tightly together. Why did he seem so obnoxiously smug?

Ren’s head canted and he reached for me, but I lurched back before his fingers touched me.

I backed into the corner of the room, the farthest corner I could get from him. The chains rattled as he stood, the light from the beam reflecting off the shackles as he stretched. He seemed... especially energized. I was sure that only meant I was in that much more danger.