My eyes went up to stare at his face. He had made it clear what he wanted. There was no filter, no lie attached to it. Just raw, bitter truth.
Now I had two options. Either die in pain bit by bit while seeing him f**k every girl that walks past him or just come to my f*****g senses and decide what I actually needed.
“That is the only thing you want?” I asked. My sobs had stopped but my throat was dry. “You will f**k me and drink my blood and that is it? This is how far you are going to go?”
He pulled his face back and his hand slid down to my waist in a possessive hold, “Yes. Nothing more. Nothing less.”
“Fine then.” I whispered. I grabbed his hand that was on my waist and pulled it up until it was cupping my breast, “I will let you touch me.” I moved forward so that my face was as clo
