Worthless: New adult paranormal romance (Age of Blood Book 2) (2 page)

“Vincent isn’t into the BDSM thing – not even as a dom. He had me doing plenty of things hardcore submissives would cross right off their checklist, though. I can take it; he can’t.”

The pity was predominant now, and she hated it.

“It seems… appropriate.”

“Damn right it is.”

William sighed again.

“There’s a law against non-consensual sex, quite unfortunately in that particular case.”

She opened her mouth to say
fuck the law,
and closed it again, knowing it wouldn’t win her any points with a vampire Knight… but dammit, Vincent hadn’t exactly paid attention to it.

“William…”

“I’ll run it by my brother. If he gives us a thumbs up, we’ll start today.”

Cece beamed at him, completely taken aback; she hadn’t imagined he would be so easily convinced.

Catching her delighted surprise, William gave her his best panty melting smile. 

“You’re going to be family, Cecilia. If that’s what you want, what you
need,
we’ll make it happen.” 

Two

Michael tied up the urgent cases on the way to JFK, before immersing himself in Knox’s report.

It intrigued him that Daniela had chosen to fit her weapon with silver, particularly.

Vampires, like just about anything out there, didn’t take too kindly to being blown to pieces, but the silver part wouldn’t have meant much to one of them… Silver was an asset against shifters.

It was worrying because William
did
have shifter tendencies; and no one was actually supposed to know that.

No one but Charlotte, Adrian Klein and him. None of them would have betrayed his confidence, yet it had obviously leaked, somehow.

Michael thought it out and decided on keeping his findings to himself – for now, at least. If they had some sort of spy close to William…

Then, it hit him. There was only one thing that had changed in William’s entourage, recently.

Fay.

Suddenly, the girl was positively fascinating.

“Can I get you anything else, sir?”

Michael lifted his eyes just long enough to see boobs practically on display under a tight white shirt and a lot of legs.

He suppressed a sigh. Women were so predictable.

Take that air hostess; she was probably attractive, with a delicious flagrant scent, and everything a man might want to grab hold of in the right places… but one peek into her mind, and Michael knew just what she wanted.

It had nothing to do with him; although she liked that he came in a nice package, she was thinking about what he could do
for
her.

Money, fame, immortality. To her, he was just a means to various ends. She knew he came with demands; but the prospect of being shared with other people wasn’t an issue, as far as she was concerned. 

Michael grimaced inwardly. If there was a chance that William’s new girl was even remotely like that opportunist, he would find out. 

O positive. Stretched. Worthless. She was worthless.
They said it to her every day until she believed it.
Cece bounced up and down as hard as she could. She knew she wasn't worth the food they gave her on a monthly basis. If she didn't please him, they'd kill her soon.
She didn't want to die, so she rode him like she her life depended on it. It did.
“Good girl,” Vincent cooed, smiling from beneath her, shifting to grab some grapes from his bedside fruit basket.
One by one, he pulled them from the vine and pushed them between her lips. It was cool, refreshing and delicious.
Vincent was the best fuck between these walls. He loved bringing her huge, soul shattering orgasms. She hated him for it. He made her feel, and what she felt was that she had well and truly turned into a whore. Who else could like that?
Thankfully, he didn't fuck her often. While she was his favorite, according to him, he wasn't very fond of the taste of her blood, which was why Fay was there, behind her, currently licking his balls.
Fay didn't have to fuck because her blood was a delicacy. She wasn't worthless. Vincent barely touched her, for fear of tainting her perfection.
“I'm going to come inside you, Cece dear,” he told her pleasantly. “Fay, come here.”
The girl immediately crawled towards him. She hid it but her eyes showed eagerness. Of course they did. She was given nothing but pleasure.
“Sit on my face.”
She obeyed. Vincent licked her cunt and Cece saw her contracting within minutes. She cried out loud and clear, which meant he'd bitten her. Simultaneously, Vincent’s cock engorged inside her, and he came hard.
She'd been riding him for half an hour, but he only came when Fay gave him her precious blood.
She really was worthless.
“Perfect,” he breathed against the girl’s pussy. “Delicious as always. You can go to bed, Fay.”
The girl hurried off towards her luxurious bedroom upstairs, next to their master’s.
Vincent then smiled down at her, tapping her leg to indicate she should unsheathe his dick from her.
“You haven't come, darling,” he said softly, with an unfairly beautiful smile.
She had no choice but to nod; no point trying to lie, he knew.
“Poor thing. Go downstairs. Tell Antoine, Daniel and Raphael they can take you. Wayne will have to watch, today. He's disappointed me.”
Cece woke up crying, trembling, and coming on her fingers.
It hadn't been real. It had just been a nightmare.
Or more accurately, a memory.
She was in New York, now. Safe, or so perfect Fay said. Perfect Fay couldn't possibly be wrong.
Cece hated herself for those feelings, but she couldn't help her jealousy; how could she? Even now they were both free, Fay was better than her; engaged to a vampire. Happy. With a place, a purpose in this world.
She might not have felt that way if Fay hadn't been her cousin – her family. They looked like fraternal twins, if one could bypass the fact that Fay was a small dark brunette and Cece, a willowy pale redhead.

Ok, so on paper they were pretty damn different, but their facial features completely negated the rest, their fathers had been twins and both of them had taken after them.

So similar and yet, Fay had been created to thrive, while Cece was nothing.
Knowing there was no point in trying to go back to sleep, she got up. Getting dressed was still difficult for her; clothes felt foreign on her skin, she'd been naked for so long. As it was midday, and everyone, servants included, was asleep, she grabbed her bed sheet, wrapped it around her frame and walked up to the rooftop gardens where she’d landed a week ago.
Eventually, she would have to leave. This house wasn't a healthy place for her to be; seeing Fay everyday would only worsen her lack of self-worth.
But she had no money, no job; nothing.
Cece was qualified to do one thing and that was taking cocks.
Liar
.
Ok, ok. She might have done three semesters of culinary school, before she'd turned eighteen. The day she'd officially been an adult, she should have high tailed it out of Riverville. Instead, she had a farewell party with her friends. The next day, when she was nursing a hangover, Vincent came for her.
She remembered it all. Stupid as she was… She'd kind of liked him. He was gorgeous, and no one had warned her against him, the way they all seemed to tell her little cousin Fay that he was dangerous. She'd thought it meant that he hadn't been dangerous for her, because her blood wasn't amazing. No, it had been because no one cared.
Or maybe they hadn't believed he'd go for her. Cece was trying – very hard – to stop blaming and hating the world… But every time she tried to forgive and forget, she remembered what it felt like to have two cocks in her vagina and one in her ass at the same time.
Amazing. It had felt amazing, and she was disgusted with herself for acknowledging that.
The the withdrawal symptoms were the worst. Try and have sex twelve hours a night for five years. Disgusting as that was, she was addicted. She was a whore.
Sometimes, like now, her hand was stroking her pussy, and she hadn't consciously chosen to do it.
“It seems I'm interrupting.”
Fuck.
She turned to face a vampire.
Cece froze, first, then she took two steps back.
He was dangerous; for her more than anyone else. His very presence threatened her sanity.

He was ten, twenty times more stunning than anyone she'd ever met, Fay’s fiancé included. Lean, tanned muscles, that seem shaped for speed; that, and his penetrating ice grey stare, his long, dark wavy hair, oh-so-casually disheveled, shot straight through her. She wanted him inside her, releasing his strength as he pounded her with abandon.
But that was what she wanted of everyone, when she felt like that.
“Here, let me help.”
She didn't even see him move; suddenly, he was in front of her and on his knees, parting her bed sheet.
His eyes flashed before his mouth found her clit and sucked.
Cece would have loved to pretend she'd told him to fuck off, that she'd screamed that she was a free woman protected by the Drake, the house of the King himself.
But what she did was to thread her fingers through his dark hair, and keep him just there.

Yes. Oh, yes.
“Please,” she heard herself whisper.
The vampire growled against her pussy, before parting her lower lips with three fingers, one of which hit her g-spot almost right away.
Soon, she had another finger in her ass, and he carried on assaulting her clit, teasing it, licking ever-so-softly one instant, and then, sucking, biting it.
She came. Oh god, did she ever come. It was glorious…
But something was missing, making the moment absolutely surreal. And perfect, too.
Even as her orgasm hit, he'd never drawn blood.

Fuck. Fuck. What had that been all about?
Michael was the smart one, contrarily to his brother, he never acted on impulse, yet here he was, sucking off a
human
in his brother’s house.
A free human, who was more than likely under William’s protection. That meant she also was under
his
protection.
Fuck. Was it Fay? Has he just made his future sister in law come on his tongue? That was going to make the next few Christmases interesting.
Even as he thought it out, he knew the answer to that. It hadn't been. Fay, as his brother frequently gushed, was an AB neg. This woman had been a lot of things, but certainly not that.
Blood was like alcohol; it was a question of taste. Some people loved Hennessy XO and Champagne, others preferred a good old pint of beer.
Michael was a beer guy all the way. Delicacies like AB neg made him want to retch, and that girl… Damn. Not biting her had taken a lot of willpower.
He forced himself to walk away after making her come, knowing his brother was more than likely going to carve him a new one regardless.
King of all vampires in the continent or not, he was still William Drake’s baby brother.
He locked himself in his room, and tried to catch a few hours of sleep; but as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was picturing a sensual redhead with a designer pussy.

For all her beauty, her most appealing attribute was her mind. He was used to deceit, hidden motives… but there had been nothing but her need to come.
Ah, hell. It couldn't be helped. He grabbed his dick and stroked it up and down until he'd calmed down.

Michael woke up early, and purposefully stayed in his room until he’d heard his brother’s voice – then, he closed his eyes and scanned the minds he could reach, until he’d located the thoughts of pretty little Fay.

Sure, it was point blank rude to spy on a stranger’s private thoughts like that, but that was what the Drake siblings did: they protected each other.

People often thought that being a psychic meant hearing every voice around him all the time and he didn’t correct them; but in truth, his talent didn’t work that way. People could talk; they just chose when they wanted to exert that skill, and the same could be said for his mind reading abilities.

Just like speech wasn’t possible without air in his lungs, he couldn’t hope to read anyone unless he was either calm or focused.

After clearing his mind from everything else on his plate, he managed to hear the familiar humming of voices – too many, at first. His range was rather wide. When he tuned out everyone else in Manhattan, he got a clearer idea of what happened around him.