Fashionably Hotter Than Hell: Book Six, The Hot Damned Series Read Online Free PDF Page B

I was looking to forget. She would do.
     
    "Christina, are you ready to leave?" I asked, ignoring all the giggling and curtsying female Vampyres around her.
     
    She glanced up in surprise and then slithered over seductively.
     
    "I knew you'd come to your senses," she purred as she locked her arm through mine and winked at her friends.
     
    If it were only that simple.
     

Chapter 4
     
    "Well, this is disappointing," Christina said flatly as we both stared at my flaccid cock. "You're a Vampyre. You can direct the blood where you want it to go."
     
    She was correct, but for the life of me, I couldn't direct it to my dick at the moment. She was beautiful, horny, and mine for the taking. It didn't matter that she couldn't carry on an intelligent conversation. Talking was quite unnecessary. I wanted to blame it on alcohol, but that would be ludicrous. I wasn't drunk, but it would have been a far better excuse than the truth.
     
    "It's not you, it's me," I muttered as I grabbed my pants and pulled them on.
     
    "Oh my God," she whined. "You are not getting out of here that easily. Let me suck on it."
     
    I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose. If it wasn't so tragic I would have laughed. I had to get the Hell out of here. Now.
     
    "Mate with me," she begged as she grabbed my arm and rubbed her naked body against mine. "It will be just fine if we're mated. And if you still can't do it, I won't tell anyone. I promise. I'll find a discreet lover and we can still be an important couple in society."
     
    "As wonderful as that sounds, I'll have to pass," I quipped sarcastically. She was nuts. "You deserve a mate who’s besotted with you." I stepped into my shoes and put some distance between us.
     
    "That's bullshit. I want you. I want to be rich and powerful. You've always gotten it up before. I swear if you let me suck on it I can get you off. And if my having a lover bothers you, I just won't ever talk about it. You need someone like me at your side," she pleaded. "A man is judged by how his woman presents herself."
     
    "I'm sorry. What?"
     
    "I'm beautiful. You’re stupidly gorgeous. We’ll be the envy of all if I'm yours. We look perfect together. Everyone knows it's just a matter of time before we mate."
     
    That was news to me.
     
    "Christina, this has never been more than sex. I have always been upfront with you. I never promised anything more." How much fucking worse could this day get?
     
    "Of course," she purred, "but I knew you didn't mean it.
     
    "Actually… I did."
     
    How had I not realized she was far more into this than I was? And how did I miss that she was certifiable?
     
    "I call bullshit," she said as she ran her hands over her voluptuous body and tried yet again to entice me.
     
    We both glanced down at my crotch.
     
    Nothing.
     
    Time to cut my losses and get out. Damn Raquel straight to Hell. I couldn’t have her and now I was letting her stop me from having someone else.
     
    "I have to go. It was lovely seeing you again," I said as I bit back a groan at the ridiculous pleasantry that had just left my mouth.
     
    "This is not over, Heathcliff," Christina hissed as she rummaged through her bedside drawer and pulled out a vibrator. "You’re mine and I will have you and your limp dick. You'll see."
     
    She punctuated her insult with the whirring of her sex toy. I shook my head and did my damnedest not to laugh. She was a piece of work. Thankfully she wasn't my piece of work.
     
    Alone for eternity was starting to sound very appealing.
     
    "It's over, Christina. You’re a wonderful woman," I lied. "You deserve so much more than me."
     
    "Yes, I do, Mr. My Dick Doesn't Work Anymore," she hissed nastily.
     
    Her crazed smile of triumph made my skin crawl. I crossed casual sex off my list of hobbies. This had to be one of the worst days of my long life. All I wanted was for it to end.
     
    "Goodnight, Christina," I said as I made my way out of her house.
     
    "I'll call you,