“Do you like that, pretty girl?” I whisper in her ear. “Do you like me playing with your pussy as he watches? Do you like knowing anyone can look over at any time and see us?”
She cries out, the noise nearly making me shoot my load, but I force myself to remain patient. This isn’t about me.
I use my free hand to push down her dress straps until her tits pop free, nipples already beaded. I roll one between my fingers as I continue to thrust my fingers inside of her.
“You’re so beautiful, Violet,” I whisper as I lean forward to kiss up her boob until I reach her peaked nipple. I outline it with my tongue before pulling it into my mouth. With a whimper, she tangles her fingers in my hair as I allow the bud to slip through my teeth. “So fucking beautiful.”
I’ve never been overly interested in a woman’s breasts before, but hers? I could play with them all day. They’re quite easily a handful, and I find that I like touching them. When she moves, her tits jiggle, and I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I clamp down on her clit, and she comes with a scream I quickly capture with my lips.
“Fucking hell,” she breathes, her words barely audible over the roaring music. She pulls back just enough to stare into my eyes. “And now…” Before I can stop her—not that I even want to—she unzips my pants and pulls out my rock-hard cock. It twitches in her hand as she rubs her thumb over the slit. With another smirk, she slides down to the floor, nipping and kissing at each inch of exposed flesh. She slides my pants even further down and runs her tongue along a raised vein down my inner thigh.
“Violet,” I warn darkly as she continues to kiss and suckle at my skin, never touching me where I so desperately need her to.
“Fine, fine, fine. I swear you guys are no fun.” She runs her tongue down the length of my cock before sucking the head fully in her mouth. Groaning, my eyelids droop closed at the onslaught of pleasure. Pure, indescribable pleasure.
I watch Violet’s head bob up and down, sucking and licking as she goes. She hollows her cheeks as she feeds my cock even further into her mouth.
“Fuck!” I squeeze the table, curbing the desperate need I have to fist my hand in her hair and fuck her mouth.
She uses her hand to wrap around the part of my shaft her mouth can’t take. Her other hand teases and fondles my balls.
Pleasure blooms inside of me, zipping through my veins with each and every swirl of her tongue and graze of her teeth. She stares up at me with wicked eyes and begins to increase her pace. I’m putty in her hands—hers to do with whatever she pleases. The feel of her throat constricting around me feels fucking amazing. I can only imagine what her pussy would feel like.
I’m so close to coming—so fucking close—that when she presses down on my balls, skating that precarious edge between pleasure and pain, I explode inside of her mouth. Some of my cum dribbles down her chin, but for the most part, she drinks it all, bright eyes dancing.
“Violet… Oh my fucking god.” I pull her towards me and kiss her feverishly, still able to taste myself on her glistening lips.
“Do you think Headmaster Gray enjoyed the show?” she teases, turning towards the bar. I had completely forgotten about our little voyeur.
But the bar stool Dimitri was sitting on is now vacant.
Chapter 18
Dimitri
Violet fucking Dracula.
The bane of my existence.
I squeeze the bathroom countertop so tightly, my knuckles turn white. My cock is so fucking hard that it’s almost painful.
Why does she do this to me?
How does she do this to me?
“Can I give you a hand with that?” a coy voice says from behind me. Someone must’ve followed me into the bathroom.
I lift my head marginally to meet the pair of bright green eyes staring back at me. She’s pretty, I suppose, with large tits clearly visible through her skin-tight shirt. Hourglass figure. Mane of curly orange hair. The old me would’ve fucked her against the grime-coated bathroom stall and then sent her on her merry way. The new me…
I’m almost tempted to fuck her anyway, just to stop the incessant babbling in my head. It’s like there’s an angel on one shoulder and a devil on the other, both demanding I listen to them. The devil wants me to forget about Violet, forget about her doe-like eyes and mischievous smirk. Forget about her peaked nipples as Frankie plucked them between his fingers. He wants me to fuck this red-headed woman until we’re both screaming our release, her too-large tits bouncing in my face.
But the angel? He’s revolted. Instead of seeing a beautiful woman, he sees a complication that will stop us from getting what we so desperately desire.
“Get the fuck out,” I hiss at the woman, and she scatters like her life depends on it. In all actuality, it probably does.
Without bothering to lock the bathroom door, I pull my throbbing cock free from the confines of my pants. My eyes roll back into my head as I begin to stroke myself from base to tip. Violet’s hooded gaze flashes through my head. The lust emitting from her bright eyes. The sultry tilt to her lips.
And her pussy glistening with the evidence of her arousal.
I begin to stroke myself faster and faster as the image changes. Now, she’s leaned over Frankie, her cheeks hollowed as she sucks him. Her glorious breasts brush against his knees with each bob of her head, her nipples beaded diamonds.
Just before I reach the impending explosion, I press down on my balls in the way I saw Violet do to Frankie. Pleasure courses through me, momentarily stealing the breath from my lungs. My vision turns hazy as I press my free hand to the sink to steady myself.
Fucking hell.
Fucking Violet.
With a growl, I shove my dick back into my pants, not bothering to clean myself up. It’ll feel like a win for Violet if I do that—though I don’t understand my own logic.
Believe it or not, I don’t stalk Violet all the time. I actually wasn’t at the club to see her.
I have a job to do, and her fucking show almost caused me to fail at it.
Heart hammering, I wash my hands, refusing to stare at my reflection in the mirror. The rumors are true about me and my family—the mirror shows the truth about our monsters, the truth about us. And the last thing I want to be reminded of is the darkness polluting my soul, distorting me into a monster completely unrecognizable.
Fuck me.
Fuck my monster.
And fuck Violet Dracula.
Only when I feel like myself again do I emerge from the bathroom.
My eyes immediately want to latch on to the booth I had last seen Violet and Frankie at, but I will myself to look away. My control is tenuous at best, and I don’t trust myself around her. When I’m in Violet’s presence, I’m not Dimitri Gray the headmaster, Dimitri Gray the assassin, or Dimitri Gray the monster.
I’m hers. And I hate it.
Instead of entering the main dance floor, I turn towards the steep staircase leading to the upper levels. The second floor is for the VIP members only, but it’s the third and fourth floor that capture my interest. Only the true monsters party up there.
I find my victim on the third floor, a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other. An unfamiliar female sits at his feet, sucking his dick, and his four business associates spread out in a semi-circle around him, each with a female of their own. Fortunately for them, my client only hired me to take out Matthew Peder. He owns a winery a few miles away from here, but that’s only a front. According to my source, he also traffics females.