"You're no fair; why do you play hard to get? You can't deny that we both don't have something special between us," the vixen murmured with long, luscious locks of platinum blonde hair cascading down her back. 

She nuzzled her body close to the left of a man with the face of a model with bangs framing his face. Unable to keep her hands to herself, she played with a few strands of his feathery obsidian locks with highlights the shade of snow.

The model of a man's neck, arms, and chest were covered in tattoos. He always took extra precautions and made sure he never went without his silver gloves. Not only did they prevent his hands from getting dirty, but they also ensured that not a single trace of his fingertips could be left behind on a surface, just in case he needed to cover his tracks for any reason. He could never be too careful.

The warmth of her breath tickled against his skin as she leaned close to his ear to whisper, "Why can't I be your one and only? "You know how I feel about sharing. Just tell me what I need to do to make you mine, and I'll do as you ask." 

"You can't hide it from me. You know how good I make you feel," she murmured before gently nibbling on his ear and hungrily planting kisses on his neck, causing his breathing to grow heavier.

The model of a man brushed his index finger under her chin to gently tilt up her head and gaze directly into those vibrant emerald eyes of his that women always tended to get lost in.

"You know, dollface, that I can't do that; too many hearts would be broken if I'm off the market, and I can't have that. But you know that you'll always have a special place in my heart," the Casanova assured her before lightly brushing his thumb across her cheek.

The joy bubbling up inside the platinum blonde vixen showed all over her face from the lingering and burning sensation of his lips brushing against her cheek before trailing down to her neck. Electricity ignited within her the moment she felt the heat from his breath and the softness of his lips as he glided his tongue against her neck to taste the addictive saltiness of her skin, drawing a pleased gasp out of her lips.

The dizzying scent of the platinum blonde vixen's rose perfume mingled with the musk of the model of a man's sandalwood cologne while they took turns turning each other on as the adrenaline pumped through their veins.

Before the Cassanova was about to take a sip of the crimson liquid in the wine glass resting casually in his hand, the foxy beauty sitting on his lap leaned closer to him. Badly craving some of his attention, she began to caress his face before gently turning it toward her so he would be looking directly at her.

The foxy beauty slowly began to undo the buttons of the Casanova's black button-up dress shirt, one at a time, underneath a silver leather jacket, revealing his bare-toned chest for all to see. She proceeded to explore his body with her free hand, letting it do as it wanted.

"What about me? Is there any room left for me," the foxy beauty purred in a voice as soft as velvet. A soft moan escaped his lips as she leaned down and pressed her lips against his chest. Each time she did so, she left behind a kiss mark, leaving behind a trail of cinnamon smudges staining his body. 

"Of course there is; why wouldn't there be? Has anyone ever told ya that you have the face of an angel," the Cassanova confessed while twirling a couple of strands of the foxy beauty's long, straightened locks of ebony hair around his index finger.

A warmth spread through the Cassanova and foxy beauty's chests as he pulled her in close, and his thumb brushed against her lips. A surge of desire and craving consumed them in the heat of the moment, setting their senses on fire. 

The Cassanova soon became lost in the taste of vanilla lip balm as his velvety lips pressed against the foxy beauty's. With the lingering taste of peppermint, his tongue pressed between her parted lips as a sudden rush of emotion coursed through them as their shortened breaths intertwined, sending sparks flying. 

The foxy beauty leaned into the kiss. They caressed each other's bodies before their hands became entangled in each other's hair as the kiss deepened. Such a passionate kiss ended up leaving them both gasping for air the moment they pulled away from one another.

The Cassanova glanced over to his right when he felt a light squeeze on his butt. The seductive cutie, not liking to be ignored, pressed her body closer to his. She cupped his face with her hand and gently brushed her thumb over his lower lip.

"At this rate, there isn't going to be anything left for me," the seductive cutie whined in a voice as sweet as honey while pouting. He took a deep inhale of the intoxicating scent of lilac coating her voluminous expresso strands of hair that fell down her shoulders in spirals.

"You don't have to worry, sweetheart; there's always enough of me to go around. Remember, there will always be a next time," he reassured her in the most charming voice that he could muster.

Hearing him say those words was like music to the seductive cutie's ears. She inched her face closer to his neck and sank her fangs into his flesh, helping herself to his blood. As she fed on him, she sent waves of ecstasy throughout his entire body, and in return, a low groan escaped his lips.

Once the seductive cutie had her fill, she gazed back at him with a pleased smile, making it known on her lips that he seemed to be enjoying himself quite a lot. "Why do you have to taste so good? I just can't seem to get enough of you," she admitted in an intoxicatingly seductive tone.

"Oh, look at that, you're such a messy eater. You've got a lil somethin' on your lip; here, let me get that for ya," he offered as he traced her lower lip with his tongue to lick off the blood, which only heightened her arousal.

"Ya know I'm not just a receiver; I'm a giver too," he whispered in a voice in her ear as soft as silk, letting the warmth from his breath brush against her skin. He gently leaned her head back and sank his fangs into her neck in return. She let out a cry of pleasure with a tear trickling from her eye as her entire body became enraptured from him drinking her blood. 

The scent of blood drove them wild. Being the vampires that they were, blood possessed a delectable taste like that of the finest wine, especially when it came to sharing blood with one another.

To steal his affection back, the platinum blonde took a hold of his hand and placed his index finger inside her mouth while letting her tongue do the rest of the work.

The ladies man threw his head back in pleasure as the foxy beauty began to fiddle with his belt, eagerly anticipating what was in store next. 

Just as things were about to get a lot more heated, the doors of the room slammed open. 

"What in the actual fuck Aries!" The Casanova angrily yelled out, hating to be interrupted when things were about to get to the good part.

"Didn't your mother ever teach ya how to knock! If you wanted to join in that bad, you shoulda just said so," the Cassanova barked.

The Cassaonva motioned with his hand for Aries to come over, "Well, don't just stand there; what are you waitin' for? Get over here. Since you interrupted, you might as well join; you know that's why you're here." The Cassanove encouraged with a nod of his head.

"It's not that," Aries clarified while the heat rushed to his cheeks as he ran his fingers through his fiery locks of hair.

"Uh, boss, I've got some bad news to tell ya, and you're not gonna like it," Aries nervously declared, making sure to keep a safe distance because he knew what he was about to say was something that wouldn't set well.

"I swear this better be awfully good for it to have to interrupt the little thing we have going on here. I'm sure it ain't nothin' I haven't heard before. If it turns out to be somethin' that coulda waited, we're gonna have a big problem, and we wouldn't want that now, would we?" the Cassanova threatened.

After hearing the Casanova's response, Aries took a big gulp and shrunk back in fear. He looked like he wanted to run the other way. "No, boss, of course not. I've got bad news about your lil bro Dmitri," Aries nervously blurted out.

"Yeah, what about him? Go on, spit it out. What the fuck happened? I ain't got all day," the Cassanova demanded to know.

"Vinnie, Dmitri's dead," Aries dropped the bombshell.

Vinnie didn't utter a word as the glass slipped out from his hand and cracked into pieces once it collided with the floor, sending shards of glass and crimson liquid running everywhere, staining where it had landed, while his eyes widened in complete shock.

The room fell dead silent without there being as much as a pen drop. The three women glanced at each other with concern welling in their eyes. Their expressions screamed that they knew what was coming next after hearing such shocking news like that with someone with a temper like Vinnie's.