Reckless Beauty

"I want to see your blood cover this floor," He smiled seductively. "Every single inch of this pristine, f*cking floor." She heaved in a shaky breath, his rough tongue gliding at the nape of her neck. She moaned softly, but soon began to remember the stories her grandmother told her of the beautiful, angelic creatures that roamed the Earth, looking for their next victim. They feed only on the troubled and the gorgeous. 'Be careful, Jory,' Gram would always warn sharply. 'One day, your beauty will get you into trouble.' And, boy, was Gram right.