Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(16)

“Yes, please,” she begged, pushing back against me. “Don’t stop.”

While rubbing her clit, she swelled with need beneath my firm touch. I slammed into her repeatedly, sending her further up the bed with each thrust. Her hushed, eager moans soon turned to loud, fulfilled cries of bliss.

“Oh, fucking, yes,” she whined, collapsing onto her forearms.

She buried her face into the mattress, gripping the sheets as I picked up my speed. Watching the blood dribble down her back from the small cuts I had made, I buried myself deeper, pounding into her ruthlessly. She was fucking soaked. Her juices continued to drip down her thighs and pool onto the bed as I brought her to her fourth orgasm.

“Fuck,” she whimpered, squirting around me as her inner walls gripped my cock tight.

“Such a messy girl,” I bit out, grabbing onto her hips, my fingertips pressing deep into her skin as I willed myself to come.

But I couldn’t. I never did.

It must have been some type of curse.

“Please come for me,” she wailed, exhausted, even though I was the one doing all the work.

Her body was slick with sweat. Mine was, too. I was drenched in it, breathing hard, and fast, my chest rising and falling with each, harsh exhale.

“Damien,” Jensen called out, pushing my bedroom door open.

“Oh my God,” Cindy gasped, rolling off the bed with a loud thud, clutching the sheets against her chest. “What the hell! Get out!”

“My bad,” he irritably blurted out, looking away.

“Yeah?” I released a shallow breath, my knees sinking deeper into the mattress as I slightly turned to him. “What is it?”

He lowered his gaze to my erect cock with a shake of his head before locking his eyes with mine. “We need to go,” he told me.

“For fuck’s sake. I’m a bit busy at the moment.” I sighed, tossing back my head. “Can I meet you there later?”

“No,” he confirmed.

And as soon as he said the word, I understood.

I pulled off the condom and tossed it into the trash beside my nightstand.

It’s not like I was going to come anytime soon anyway.

“Sorry,” I told Cindy, casually striding over to my dresser. I stepped into a pair of pants, hearing the sound of my door shutting behind me.

My dick immediately softened.

“You’re leaving? Just like that?” she complained. “Where are you going?”

“Work.”

“This late?”

I ignored her.

Cindy took her time collecting her clothes that were sprawled all over the floor, and by the time I was ready to go, she was waiting for me by the door, staring at me with wide eyes.

“You should tell your friend to knock next time,” she muttered.

“Will do.”

“You going to walk me to my car?”

“Sure,” I said.

“Are we going to do this again sometime?”

“Yup.”

“You don’t seem interested,” she quietly nagged.

“I am, baby.” I impatiently sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Now, let me walk you out.”





Saturday nights at the club in Boston were always packed, except this night seemed worse than usual. There was loud, obnoxious chatter on the sides of the street. We strode down the sidewalk and skipped to the very front of the line, hearing the faint sounds of people complaining from over our shoulders as the bouncer let us through.

“Fucking asshole,” some guy aggressively called out.

Bringing myself to an abrupt halt at the front entrance, I turned to look his way. My eyes locked on his, as he continued to spit out another complaint under his breath, before stopping himself from speaking any further. He took one, hard look at my face and his mouth immediately snapped shut. He didn’t say another word.

I stared at him with cold, vacant eyes.

Daring him to bitch and moan one more time.

Yet, he did the complete opposite, standing behind the gate silently, like a little bitch. From the way he was staring at me, it was like he’d seen a ghost.

“You good?” the bouncer asked me directly, noticing my hesitation.

Without turning my head in his direction, my gaze shifted his way. “Yeah,” I confirmed, before glaring over at big mouth once more. “We’re good.”

With that, we made our way inside the club. Blasting music burst through the building, penetrating my eardrums, and the floor vibrated beneath our feet.

The hall brought us to the lounge area, where black-and-white leather couches were spread out in the shape of a square, facing outward. A huge, marble table was in the center, drinks and belongings spread out on top of it. The ceiling was impressively high, and seductive music pounded through the surround-sound speakers. There was a thin layer of smoke in the air, finding its way through all the bodies in motion while everyone lost their minds on the dance floor.

Gold and red colored lights descended from the ceiling, while neon-green and purple lights illuminated beneath the bar countertops. Everyone was forced so closely together that there was barely any room to move. I pushed my way through the crowd until we were standing at the bar. James slid our shots across the black, marble countertop.

With a nod, I raised my glass to him. Exhaling a sharp breath, I turned around to take in my surroundings. To us, this was just an ordinary club.