Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

So I would stay the course. My mother was right about one
thing. I liked everything when it was hard.
Walking into the bedroom, I spotted Arion right away,
sitting on the bed with another girl, but I didn’t slow as I
walked to the table with the bowl and dug out my watch.
“Did you bring me something, Arion?” I fastened the
watch to my wrist, not looking at either one of them.
She wasn’t supposed to be in here, and she fucking knew
it. The master bedroom was split into two rooms, conjoined by
a walk-in closet in the middle. She had her space, I had mine.
Maybe I’d invite her in one of these nights, but that was my
call.
“A present,” she answered. “Just a little one.”
I spared a glance to the bed again, seeing her sitting behind
the young, black woman, her arm draped over the girl’s
shoulder and both of them looking at me like they were here
for my feeding. I couldn’t see what Arion was wearing, but a
strap of silk fell down her arm, while her other hand reached
around, caressing the girl’s bare stomach.
“How old is she?” I picked up my cigarettes and shook one
out.
“However old you want me to be,” I heard the girl answer
for Arion.
I lit the cigarette and pinched the bridge of my nose,
blowing out smoke. Jesus, fuck. Will would run into that bed,
already hard and ready to fuck.
I didn’t like being fed. I needed to hunt.
“Her pussy’s dripping,” Arion cooed. “Young, tight, and
hot. So hot.”
My cock started to throb a little, diving into my head and
envisioning the feel of her.
“Really tight,” the girl taunted. “My foster daddy used to
say I’m tighter than his hand when he would do me.”