It crushed my chest so that I couldn't breathe, closed my throat. Richard shoved his anger at me, and I stumbled as if he'd actually pushed me. Byron followed, a hand still on my wrist, but loosely now, not to hurt, but more to guide. After what a bastard I've been to you, that you still believe in me, that means a lot.
His mouth was locked on a throat, fangs buried into that flesh. Close enough to talk privately without being overheard, but not so close that I invaded her personal space more than I could help it. The door opened, and the vampire stood blinking at us. He'd wanted to drink my fear while he fucked me.
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