that?
Thankfully, he didn't fuck her often. While she was his favorite, according to him, he wasn't very fond of the taste of her blood, which was why Fay was there, behind her, currently licking his balls.
Fay didn't have to fuck because her blood was a delicacy. She wasn't worthless. Vincent barely touched her, for fear of tainting her perfection.
“I'm going to come inside you, Cece dear,” he told her pleasantly. “Fay, come here.”
The girl immediately crawled towards him. She hid it but her eyes showed eagerness. Of course they did. She was given nothing but pleasure.
“Sit on my face.”
She obeyed. Vincent licked her cunt and Cece saw her contracting within minutes. She cried out loud and clear, which meant he'd bitten her. Simultaneously, Vincent’s cock engorged inside her, and he came hard.
She'd been riding him for half an hour, but he only came when Fay gave him her precious blood.
She really was worthless.
“Perfect,” he breathed against the girl’s pussy. “Delicious as always. You can go to bed, Fay.”
The girl hurried off towards her luxurious bedroom upstairs, next to their master’s.
Vincent then smiled down at her, tapping her leg to indicate she should unsheathe his dick from her.
“You haven't come, darling,” he said softly, with an unfairly beautiful smile.
She had no choice but to nod; no point trying to lie, he knew.
“Poor thing. Go downstairs. Tell Antoine, Daniel and Raphael they can take you. Wayne will have to watch, today. He's disappointed me.”
Cece woke up crying, trembling, and coming on her fingers.
It hadn't been real. It had just been a nightmare.
Or more accurately, a memory.
She was in New York, now. Safe, or so perfect Fay said. Perfect Fay couldn't possibly be wrong.
Cece hated herself for those feelings, but she couldn't help her jealousy; how could she? Even now they were both free, Fay was better than her; engaged to a vampire. Happy. With a place, a purpose in this world.
She might not have felt that way if Fay hadn't been her cousin – her family. They looked like fraternal twins, if one could bypass the fact that Fay was a small dark brunette and Cece, a willowy pale redhead.
Ok, so on paper they were pretty damn different, but their facial features completely negated the rest, their fathers had been twins and both of them had taken after them.
So similar and yet, Fay had been created to thrive, while Cece was nothing.
Knowing there was no point in trying to go back to sleep, she got up. Getting dressed was still difficult for her; clothes felt foreign on her skin, she'd been naked for so long. As it was midday, and everyone, servants included, was asleep, she grabbed her bed sheet, wrapped it around her frame and walked up to the rooftop gardens where she’d landed a week ago.
Eventually, she would have to leave. This house wasn't a healthy place for her to be; seeing Fay everyday would only worsen her lack of self-worth.
But she had no money, no job; nothing.
Cece was qualified to do one thing and that was taking cocks.
Liar .
Ok, ok. She might have done three semesters of culinary school, before she'd turned eighteen. The day she'd officially been an adult, she should have high tailed it out of Riverville. Instead, she had a farewell party with her friends. The next day, when she was nursing a hangover, Vincent came for her.
She remembered it all. Stupid as she was… She'd kind of liked him. He was gorgeous, and no one had warned her against him, the way they all seemed to tell her little cousin Fay that he was dangerous. She'd thought it meant that he hadn't been dangerous for her, because her blood wasn't amazing. No, it had been because no one cared.
Or maybe they hadn't believed he'd go for her. Cece was trying – very hard – to stop blaming and hating the world… But every time she tried to forgive and forget, she remembered what it felt like to have two cocks in her vagina and one in her ass at the same time.
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