This is a short one, kind of setting the scene for the next one which is longer and also the ending. I wish I could commit to doing longer stories but alas... I get bored so easily!
He should have gagged her.
John Morrison shut his eyes and struggled for patience. Ever since he had slid into the driver's seat she hadn't been quiet for longer than it took her to take a breath.
She had called him a bastard, a jackass, and a sucker, pun intended, more times than he could count.
"I swear to God, the minute you untie me I'm going to scratch your eyes out, you bastard."
He glanced at her in the rearview mirror. She had managed to sit up and was looking out the window, no doubt trying to remember where he was going to escape him the first chance she got. Her hair was in wild disarray around her face and her cheeks were flushed with anger. Her eyes kept flickering from black to normal every few seconds and he couldn't help but be completely conscious of the fact that he had Olivia, the woman who plagued his dreams constantly, tied up in the backseat of his car on the way to his hotel room.
To talk.
He clenched his teeth at the absurdity of his situation. He had never thought to see her again, but even if he had, he wanted to do a lot more than just talk.
Like a magnet, his eyes were drawn to the rearview mirror again. She looked so furious with him. He was sure that if he even attempted anything with her she really would claw his eyes out. It seemed that John Morrison had finally met a woman who could resist his charms.
Too bad it was the only woman he wanted.
He let out a heavy sigh when he saw the hotel coming into view. He had perfected his temperamental nature well over the years, not letting anything get him into a fit of rage as his kind was prone to do, but already this night he had felt himself losing his cool twice in a matter of minutes.
"How do you plan on getting me past all those people without anyone suspecting anything? I'm not just going to follow you up to your room and let you have your way with me-"
"I only want to talk," he repeated through clenched teeth.
She made a sound of disbelief. "Right. Is that what you tell all the other girls you bring back?" She lowered her voice to imitate him. "I only wanna talk baby. Johnny loves to talk to the ladies allll night long."
His lips twitched in amusement. She had always been able to make him laugh.
He parked the car and turned around to face her. Before he could say a word she kicked the back of his seat hard.
"Damn it, Olivia! Stop acting like a child, I just want to talk to you!"
She raised her chin and he could practically see the anger radiating off of her.
"I am not a child. Just because I'm not willing to be a good little groupie and go to your room doesn't mean I'm a child. It means I've gotten smarter over the years. I'm not just going to believe whatever you tell me anymore."
He sighed and looked into her eyes. "Now that you're a vampire, there are some things you need to know. Since I'm the one who turned you, it's better if you learn it from me."
"Where was that sentiment two years ago when I could've actually used it?" she snapped. "I've managed fine without you, I think it's a little too late for whatever you have to tell me."
He bit his tongue to keep from cursing in frustration. Arguing in the back of his car was not getting them anywhere, and he was done reasoning with her. She was going to hear him out whether she wanted to or not.
Without another word, he got out of the car and slammed the door shut. He opened the back door, barely dodging her foot as it shot out to kick him. Damn she was a fiery one. Her passion had been one of the things that had attracted him at first but now he wondered what the hell he had been thinking. It'd be so much easier if she was like the other women. Hell, she would have happily given him a blowjob as he was driving her here.
His cock hardened at the thought even as his lips curled in distaste. If she had been like the other women she wouldn't be his Olivia.
He reached in and hauled her to her feet. Her high heels added a good 4 inches to her height but she still only reached his chin. Despite himself, he found himself smiling at the memory of telling her she was short. She had teased him that it wasn't her fault he was freakishly tall.
"I'm taking you in the back way," he said, taking her arm and pulling her with him. "There won't be anyone to hear you scream and even if there is I can just erase their memories."
"Like you did with me?"
Her comment caught him off guard and he glanced at her but she was looking away. He cleared his throat uncomfortably as he opened the door and led her in. "You understand that it was necessary. I couldn't risk you finding out I was-"
"Sucking me dry?" she finished angrily. She tried to break free from his grip but he didn't let go. He stepped into the elevator and dragged her in after him.
"I never sucked you dry," he said, tightly. "I always knew exactly how much to take to leave you feeling perfectly normal."
"Perfectly normal?" she said, bitterly. "You call becoming a vampire normal?"
"I never meant to-"
"Oh, cut the shit, John. The minute you turned me you split. I had to find out everything by trial and error. You know I didn't go outside for days because I thought the sun would burn me? It took me a while to realize that you had always walked outside with no problem. Then again I wasn't really thinking too clearly what with growing fangs and having a hunger for blood and all."
His grip on her arm tightened at the thought of her drinking from another guy to appease her hunger. "Who did you drink?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
She refused to look at him and didn't answer. The door opened and he stepped into the hallway.
"Who did you drink?" he repeated, growing angrier. He would find that son of a bitch and kill him. At the thought of her licking and sucking at another guy's neck...
His fangs sharpened in aggression and he quickly opened the door to his room, letting it slam shut behind him.
"Who the fuck did you drink, Olivia?" he almost shouted.
"None of your business," she yelled back. "You gave up the right to know anything about my life the minute you walked out on me so don't think that just because you saw me and decided to go all caveman on me and drag me back to your room you deserve to know anything."
He breathed heavily as he walked towards her. She looked at him warily and stepped back.
"How many guys have you drunk from?" he questioned, his voice deceptively calm. He could tell she was nervous by the way her eyes kept darting around the room as if looking for escape.
Her legs hit the edge of the bed and she fell back on it, her eyes widening when he moved quickly to stop her from scooting away from him. He shoved his knee between hers and leaned over her, his hands on the bed above her shoulders.
"Let me up, John."
"Answer my question."
She looked at him nervously, biting her lip as if debating on whether or not to tell him. Just before he was about to demand she tell him, she mumbled something.
He lowered his head. "What?"
"I said no one, okay? I haven't drunk from anyone. Now can you please get off me?"
John looked at her, trying to determine if she was telling the truth. He had the natural ability to know when someone was lying to him and as far as he could tell, she wasn't.
He relaxed a fraction and let her sit up, taking a seat next to her. She promptly scooted away from him.
"How have you done it then?"
She shrugged, not looking at him.
He let out an annoyed breath. "There's no point in not telling me now."
"There's no point in telling you either," she shot back.
He found himself reaching over and tucking her hair behind her ear like he used to do. The gesture was so familiar it made his heart ache but she quickly turned her face away.
"I get it from a blood bank."
He stared at her, once again not feeling as if she was lying to him.
"A blood bank? How the hell does that work out?"
"I volunteer there. I have a friend who I ask to donate blood for me. He thinks it's weird but afterwards I erase his memory so it's not like he remembers what I ask him to do anyway. The equipment is all there so it's easy to do it after everyone else is gone."
John felt a sense of relief at learning she had never taken from living flesh. There was no way she could turn someone like that. But still...
"So who is this friend of yours?" he asked, unable to keep the jealousy out of his voice.
She glared at him. "Oh, shut up. Unlike you, I'm actually able to have friends of the opposite sex without turning it into something sexual. How about we talk about you, John? How many girls have you sucked off since me?"
He didn't respond and he felt her trepidation slip away as she grew angrier.
"Oh that's right, the double standard also applies to vampires? You can suck off as many women as you want, but a female vampire has to watch it or else she'll become a blood whore?"
His silence only seemed to infuriate her more and she shot to her feet before he caught her bound hands and pulled her back. She stumbled and fell onto his lap with a grunt.
He closed his eyes at the feeling of her plump ass on his lap. He had always loved her ass. How well it had fit in his hands when he was squeezing it as she rode him, how he had always found an excuse to put his hands on it...
Unable to help himself, his cock hardened and she sucked in a breath, squirming to get away. He had to bite back a groan as he lowered his cheek to her bare back. She was practically giving him a lap dance.
"Olivia," he grated, his voice hoarse with need. She stiffened when he began to kiss her back, his tongue flicking out to taste her skin.
"What are you doing?" she whispered, her body beginning to tremble.
"I've missed you, Liv." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. He cursed inwardly at his admission but damn if it wasn't true.
He continued to rub his face against her back, smiling when she began to make little sounds of pleasure. She might not WANT to want him, but she did. And he could use her desire for him to make her more understanding to why he had done what he had done. A dirty trick, but he had to make her understand. He didn't think he'd be able to leave again knowing she was so angry at him. He refused to contemplate why he cared so much when he never had before.
"Did you miss me too, baby?" he murmured, his hands releasing their grip on her waist and sliding up her hourglass figure. God, she was beautiful. His fingers grazed the side of her breasts and she gasped. He was about to cup her breasts when she suddenly stiffened and twisted around to meet his eyes.
"No," she declared, her voice as clear as day in the darkness of the room. "I didn't miss you at all John."