I Want You To Want Me. Kathy Love

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      He ate one more bite, finding it hard to swallow, only because he was no longer designed to eat human food, not because he didn’t want to keep eating.

      Reluctantly, he placed the half-eaten treat back on the plate. He didn’t allow himself to glance at Erika as he faded, just like he didn’t allow himself to consider why it suddenly seemed important to eat what she’d made for him.

      Chapter 7

      “So what was he doing?” Orabella knew this particular moment, as she straddled Maksim in their bed, probably wasn’t the best time to question him about Vittorio, but she couldn’t help herself.

      Maksim opened his eyes, regarding her with an ironic glint that stated he agreed with her unspoken logic. “Nothing of interest. Having a drink in a dingy little hole-in-the-wall.”

      Orabella nodded, then pivoted her hips, riding him like one of her deceased husband’s prized ponies.

      Maksim’s eyes flickered shut as he moaned with pleasure.

      “That’s it, baby,” he muttered roughly.

      But Orabella didn’t share his satisfaction. She was focused on other things.

      What was her darling son doing here? Surely he knew she’d eventually come looking for him here. New Orleans was one of his favorite places. Just as he favored his dreadful, spiteful brother. And other dreadful creatures.

      Did Vittorio want her to find him? The idea excited her. Her hips moved faster. She closed her eyes, picturing her son’s angel face.

      A face so like her own—which would ultimately make it impossible for him to deny or forget her. They were the same person, the only two who could truly understand each other.

      But what if he was here for a different purpose? Some of her pleasure waned. Vittorio always seemed to have a fondness for the women of the South. Another mystery to her.

      And frankly, no woman he picked was good enough for him. No woman was good enough, period. The only one worthy of his love was his mother. He had to know that, deep inside, didn’t he?

      “Are you sure he wasn’t there to meet someone?”

      Maksim opened one eye. “It didn’t seem that way.”

      She nodded and twirled her hips, pretending she was enjoying their sex as much as he was. Sometimes having a lover was such a nuisance.

      But she did need him, for multiple reasons. Maksim could follow Vittorio. Vittorio would sense her instantly if she got within two hundred feet of him. And while that should have irritated her, because it did make it hard to get to him if he didn’t want to see her, it also thrilled her. His awareness of her proved how connected they were. One soul in two bodies.

      Her hips ground down hard on Maksim’s, taking him deep. Vittorio was going to love her again. She would give him exactly what he’d missed all these years. He’d be thrilled.

      She ground herself down onto Maksim, taking what she needed. What she needed for Vittorio. He’d be so pleased. He’d have to forgive her.

      “Oh yeah, that’s it, baby,” Maksim growled, his words shattering her lovely thoughts.

      She rolled her eyes in arrogance, then disguised the gesture as one of overwhelming bliss.

      “Will you follow him tomorrow?” she couldn’t stop herself from asking.

      “Of course.” Maksim’s voice sounded as irritated as she felt.

      “And tell me if he talks to anyone?”

      “Yes.” Maksim’s large hands spanned the curve of her hips and took control of the pace, lifting her and impaling her over and over.

      She had to admit, she did like it rough and his aggressiveness and rapid rhythm did feel good. She flung her head back and let her arousal rise. Maksim would report everything back to her, and she would know what her baby boy was doing. And eventually, she’d get what she wanted. She would use what Maksim was giving her, and then she would make Vittorio return to her forever.

      She just had to keep Maksim blindly devoted to her for a little longer. She cried out as her release hit her, but before the last shudder quivered through her body, she wiggled off him.

      “Where you going, baby?”

      Orabella graced him with a coyly shy look. She licked her perfectly glossed lips. Demons loved naiveté. And he adored her ingenue act, never guessing it was just that. A show.

      “I want to taste you,” she said shyly, managing a blush.

      Maksim rose up on his elbows, looking down at his penis. The sated organ began to swell and lengthen again. Sex was another thing demons adored. And Maksim was insatiable.

      He glanced back to her, raising an eyebrow. “Well, who would I be to deny you your wants.”

      Exactly, she thought as she took his now huge and hard erection into her mouth.

      Erika groaned as Boris woke her with a strident and demanding yowl. She tried pulling the covers over her head, but the insistent cat wouldn’t cut her a break. He leapt onto her, landing smack dab in the center of her back.

      “Get down, you pest,” she groaned, her tone more tired than chagrined. Her cat seemed to have the market on that emotion. He yowled again. She wiggled and he jumped down, hitting the floor with a solid thud.

      “Like you need any more food,” she muttered.

      He meowed once more, then gave up his vocal complaining and sat on the carpet, directly in front of her, regarding her with those unblinking golden eyes. Displeasure clear on his furry face.

      Great, now the stare tactic. Groaning, she rolled over and sat up. God, her brain felt as if it was wrapped in a thick layer of cotton batting.

      She pushed her hair back, and tried to decide what time it was. Sunlight flooded in through the windows and dappled the hardwood floors. Then all thoughts of time disappeared as memories of the night before penetrated her wooly, disoriented brain.

      Vittorio. He’d been here. How could she have forgotten that for even a minute? He’d come down when he heard her reaction to her nightmare. She must have been loud. Her cheeks burned, embarrassed that she’d let a nightmare get her that upset.

      Then again, that was no ordinary nightmare. Even with the warm, lemony light of the sun dancing around her, a chill stole over her skin. She’d never had a dream like that before. Shadows and horrible, disfigured beings coming after her. Pulling at her. Wanting to do things to her that she knew would be beyond awful. All of it had been so real, so vivid. Even remembering frightened her.

      But then Vittorio had been there. He’d checked her apartment. He’d stayed with her until she dozed off again.

      She touched the soft velvet of her duvet. He’d covered her before he left. Somehow that knowledge chased away a little of the chill prickling her skin.

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