Rowena~~~~~
“Adrian…!” I cried out, climbing onto his chest, straddling him as panic filled my throat. My hands trembled as I slapped his cheek—softly, desperately.
“Wake up,” I whispered, voice cracking. “Please…”
He didn’t move.
I looked over my shoulder, Sierra was gone. She must’ve jumped out the damn window. The maids were still pounding on the door.
Shit.
I stared at the scratch on my arm where Sierra’s nails had torn my skin. It was still bleeding slightly. I bit into it harder—teeth sinking into the wound, making the blood drip fresh and warm. Then I leaned forward, slipped my hand into Adrian’s mouth.
The moment my blood touched his tongue, he reacted.
“Fuck... Adrian!” I gasped.
His mouth clamped down. Teeth dug into my skin. He sucked like a man starved for days—no, wee
