She said, “Kim, I want you to send it to me. I’m going to have it printed and framed, for inspiration.”Vicki said, “Mizz Jacobs, I’ll send i... to you now. Here, punch your number into my phone.” Vicki’s fingers flew over her phone, then she handed it to Heather, who punched the numbers. Vicki’s fingers again, and she said, “There. Done.” And about two seconds later, Heather’s phone buzzed. She looked at it and smiled. Jack said, “Heather, when you have that printed, make an extra for me,. The real thing will feel almost like what you have up there now.” She punctuated her sentence with a powerful thrust causing me to arch my back in pleasure. I said, “I’m not gay.” She replied, “It doesn’t matter if your gay or not. Who cares? You’re a bottom bitch and that’s that baby!” She began to pick up the pace slamming me harder and harder saying, “Close your eyes baby and imagine I’m a real man back here working that ass of yours. Picture real balls slapping up against you ass. Imagine. I'm a vampire on the inside," I said slowly. "But I won't ever really look like one or drink blood or anything, right?" Oh, you'll drink, my love." Valentine was there, as if he'd just teleported himself across the room somehow and now stood there in front of me, his mouth open to reveal long, pointed fangs. His eyes were red, as lit if by the fires of hell itself, and his handsome face grew dark and malevolent.My breath seemed frozen in my breast and I felt transfixed, paralyzed and unable to. ’ He led her out to the car, where a uniformed chauffeur waited with the rear door open. Graham took her elbow and helped her in, then slid in beside her. ‘Champagne?’ he asked as the car smoothly accelerated. ‘Oh, no, I’d better not start this early,’ she said nervously. He smiled, and poured himself a glass. They didn’t speak much during the drive. Alyssa felt his eyes on her several times. When they pulled up, he waited for the driver to open the door and stepped out, then leaned down with.