Chapter ONE
Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. I love to decorate my house and dress up for the occasion. It’s the only time my weird personality is entirely accepted, and I can be myself without people cringing at my choice of clothes and heavy makeup.
One would think at twenty-four, I would ignore what people think about me. Like everybody else, I have my insecurities even if I’ve mastered hiding them.
But I digress.
Halloween is in three days. This year, it seems I’m attending a one-of-a-kind party. Today, an invitation has appeared in my mailbox, and I pinch myself to believe I’m not dreaming.
The host, Richard Heavenly, is as mysterious as gorgeous. He moved to our town five years ago, and ever since, he throws the most amazing and out of this world Halloween parties. There is nothing one could do to be invited. I don’t even think anyone in our town has been invited to attend before.
We often see expensive cars parked outside his property, but he rarely comes out, and the only person who has contact with him is Mrs. Fable, his housekeeper and cook.
Richard Heavenly, the name fits him like a glove. At least, I think it does. I’ve had the privilege of seeing him three times since he arrived in town. Still, he never bothered to look back at me—too important to care about the little people.
So, why am I receiving an invitation to attend his Halloween party?
I read the black paper with golden gothic letters once again. Yes, my name is in there, and I can bring a plus one if it’s another female. My best friend, Sally, is going to be god-smacked, I’m sure.
Then a troubling thought takes over my mind. What am I going to wear?
Do I even have anything fancy enough to attend Richard’s party? In previous years, when wandering down his street with my younger brother for Trick or Treat, I’ve glimpsed the clothes his guests wore: the most exquisite and fashionable Victorian costumes—right out of a movie set. My best dress doesn’t compare to those.
Is this a sick joke?
I look around, trying not to be suspicious about it. Could it be the invitation is fake? Are the usual bullies in town doing this to have a laugh at me?
Yes, that would be something Cory and her friends would do.
I flip the card and notice every detail. Exquisite. Elegant. Too perfect to be sent by mindless bullies. Still, there’s a phone number for more information, and I’m about to call it.
Chapter TWO
My mouth is agape as I look at the beige panels, forest paintings, velvet curtains, and dark gothic furniture decorate Richard’s mansion. The food is sophisticated, and the décor elegant and eerie. Well-behaving guests, strangers, sip champagne from a delicate glass flute, and my best friend left me here while she hunted down some appetizers.
Meanwhile, I’m wondering what I’m doing here. As beautiful as the mansion is, I don’t belong here, even though I blend in. My dress is nothing like I’ve ever seen before—a romantic off-the-shoulder lace corset gown made of black satin and cotton, embellished with lace lotus sleeves and adjustable stripes on the back. Other choices had been delivered the day before, with a note informing me a limousine would arrive for me at eight, but this is my favorite.
Yet, I don’t know anyone, except Sally. People look at me, and I smile, but they pay me no attention, probably wondering what I’m doing here and who I am.
I can’t blame them.
“Did you see the host?” Sally asks as she approaches with a plate of miniature cakes. She whispers close to my ear, “What do you think they are drinking?” She offers me a bite.
I take one just to look as if I’m having fun. “What do you mean?”
She glances at one of the guests with a flute in his hand. “Some have red liquid inside a glass.”
“Maybe it’s rosé wine.”
“It’s too dark and thick to be rosé. It looks more like blood. I wonder if the theme is about vampires. Have you noticed how their skin is pale and—”
I look at her and see her eyes bulge. “What’s wrong?”
Gulping, she points forward. “Richard.”
I turn my head to look at the direction she’s pointing and breathe slowly as I encounter Richard’s tall and imposing figure. He’s drop-dead gorgeous—blond, blue-eyed, slim figure, and delicate fingers. He reminds me of one of Anne Rice’s characters. The one who plays the sad American with a French accent: Louis. As much as Brad Pitt made it justice, Richard is a lot more mysterious and stunning.
I watch as he talks to his guests and smiles. He looks different from the wealthy recluse who never leaves his property during the day. He seems almost human.
Biting my lower lip, I punish myself for my wild imagination. Richard is human. What else could he be?
Sally grabs my sleeve and pulls. “We should go to him and thank him for the invitation.”
“We should stay here and try not to make a fool of ourselves.”
“Don’t you want to know why he invited you?”
I shrug. “I’ll be floored if he knows who I am.”
“He sent you a limousine and dresses that fit you. I’m sure he knows who you are.”
I avert my eyes and look at my friend. “Then, let him come to us.”
She grins. “Are you playing hard to get?”
Grabbing another cake from her plate, I eat it. “I might.”
She straightens her shoulders and smirks. “Just try not to stutter when he talks to you.”
I roll my eyes, but my cheeks heat up. My ability to talk with handsome fellows is sparse, and I find myself saying the silliest things. But I learned my lesson about gorgeous guys and their interest in me. I have no intention of being humiliated again.
“He’s coming this way,” Sally alerts as she grabs my arm tighter. “Let me do the talking.”
I glimpse at her, half-thankful and half-unsure if I should miss this opportunity to talk with Richard.
“I’m glad you were able to come,” a rich voice comes from the man in front of me.
I look up, and our eyes meet. My throat dries, and my body stiffens.
His hand moves forward, and he touches my shoulder with a pleased expression. His voice sends shivers down my spine. “I like your choice of dress, Emily.”
He knows my name. My eyes widen, and my breathing halts.
“Hi! I’m Sally,” my friend intervenes and shoves me aside. “Your house is stunning. I’m really happy about being invited.”
He pays her no attention and moves to face me again. “Are you enjoying the party?”
I glance at my friend, who is clearly frowning at his rudeness. Folding her arms, she shakes her head.
He must have seen her since he adds, “Let’s not ignore your friend.” He looks around. “Simon, could you entertain one of my guests and show her around the house?”
A tall young man with green eyes turns his head from the group and joins us with a huge grin. Sally gulps at the sight of him.
“Are you the beautiful lady I have to entertain?” he asks, bowing and taking my friend’s hand. He kisses her knuckles and offers her another breathtaking grin.
“Y-yes.”
Just like that, my friend ditches me and leaves to talk with the stunning guy in the burgundy-black suit.
“Where were we?” Richard asks with a wide smile. “Yes, I was wondering if you’re enjoying my party.”
“I-it’s nice.” I suddenly realize I’m ogling at him. Looking around, I elaborate, “Everybody seems to be enjoying themselves.”
“I must confess, I wasn’t sure you would come,” he says.
My gaze fixates on his neck. “Why would I refuse to attend the hottest party in town?”
“We never had the opportunity to talk before.”
“I’ve seen you around,” I whisper, though acknowledging I know about his existence might seem creepy. “I mean, everybody in town knows who you are.”
I raise my eyes in time to watch him smirk. He drinks from his glass. “Do you care for another drink? Your glass is empty.”
I look around for the waiter serving the drinks. “I’ll…”
My glass leaves my hand, and another replaces it. The waiter behind Richard strolls away, and a new waiter stops, offering me something to eat. I take a tartine with salmon and caviar.
Richard’s eyes follow my every move, and I have a hard time swallowing because I’m getting nervous. “Do you want to eat more or dance?”
“I’m not a great dancer.” Not great barely describes how clumsy I am.
“I doubt it.” He pulls me to the dance area, where others show off their fantastic coordination.
My head spins around, and I have no idea what to do. I swirl in his arms. One arm surrounds my waist, and the other grabs my hand.
I stand on my toes and beg him, “Please, I suck at dancing. I don’t want to do this.”
He leans closer with captivating eyes. “What if we escape the noise and go somewhere more private?”
I swallow hard with the invitation. “What do you mean?” I play dumb. “I don’t know you well enough to be alone with you.”
He frowns. “Oh, nothing like that.” His lips curl back to his stunning smirk. “Just to talk. I promise I won’t bite or be too weird.”
Knitting my eyebrows together, I ponder about what he just said. “I’m sure you could never be weird.”
His smile widens. His hand leaves my hand, and he guides me through the crowd of dancing couples. I catch a glimpse of Sally talking with the handsome brunet. She seems awestruck and oblivious to anything else around her.
Meanwhile, Richard Heavenly, dressed in a stunning white suit and looking like an enchanted prince, escorts me into another room.
“Your house is fabulous,” I whisper as I look at the decoration.
“Would you like to live here?”
I snap my head to look at him. “W-what?”
He grins. “I’ll show you something even more beautiful. Don’t be afraid.” His arm never leaves my waist, and I continue to follow him, painfully aware of how intimate we look and how others are staring at us. “I’m curious to see your face when I show you this.”
“Why do we have to leave the party?” I wonder as we head further inside the house, and the music becomes almost a whisper. “Sally might be worried if I disappear.”
He stops, leaning closer, and grabs my chin. Richard smells great and feels nice against me. The sudden closeness leaves me breathless and unsure how to react to the interest he’s showing me. “She’ll be fine. What I have to show you can’t wait, Emily.” He pauses, his eyes on my lips. “Can I call you Em?”
I nod, the dress suddenly feeling too tight.
“Can I ask you something else?”
I nod again.
“Why did you choose to wear this dress from all the ones I sent you?”
His question is strange, and I’m unsure of the answer. “Doesn’t it look good on me?”
“Any of the dresses I sent would look stunning on you.” His compliment flatters me, but not his curiosity on something trivial.
“It was the prettiest one. In my opinion, at least.”
He smiles and nudges me forward to head down a corridor of closed doors.
Moments later, we enter another room with red velvet couches, black furniture, and a table with a marble covering. On the table sits a huge jewelry box made of oak. His hand leaves my waist, and my body complains about the lack of touch. Still, I manage to pull myself together and follow his movements.
“You look stunning in that dress, but it seems it’s missing something,” he says as he stops in front of the table and opens the jewelry box.
Several jewels appear, each one more breathtaking than the other. Still, my eyes linger on a black onyx stone choker with a velvet string. There are plenty of other jewels that look more expensive, but that one seemed familiar to me.
“Do you see something you’d like to wear?” he asks.
I look at him and then at the jewelry. “Can I choose anything I want to wear tonight?”
“You can.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Pretty girls should wear pretty things,” he answers.
“I’m not that pretty,” I let it slip and nibble on my lower lip as I glance at him.
“Choose your favorite, and we’ll talk about your lack of self-esteem after.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “I don’t have a lack of self-esteem. I’m just aware of my limitations.”
He grins and lowers his eyes to meet mine. “Indulge me and choose one necklace so I can put it on you. The prettiest one.”
I hesitate. “What will you want in return?”
“Why would I want anything in return?”
“Men don’t normally shower women with gifts if they don’t have an agenda.”
“You’re right,” he replies. “Still, I’ll tell you my agenda once you choose the necklace.”
“You never talked to me before. Why the sudden interest? Why invite me to your Halloween party? Are you bored?”
“You ask a lot of questions.”
“I’m curious.”
His lips curl up, and he tilts his head to look at the trinkets. “Choose one. We’ll talk after.”
I inhale deeply. “This is absurd.”
His breath feathers my ear and sends goosebumps down my back. “Indulge me.”
I browse the jewels one more time. “If I have to choose one, then I want to wear this one.” I grab the modest necklace that my eyes honed in on the first time. Glancing up, I notice his widen eyes and his lips in a straight line. His skin seems paler than before. “What’s wrong? You said I could choose anything from here.”
His hand grabs my wrist, and before I understand what’s going on, I’m in his arms. His hands hold on to my waist. “Are you sure you want that one?” His voice is a whisper, and his eyes a serene pool of water, reflecting my surprised expression.
I nod.
His lips fall on mine, and he kisses me.
He kissed me!
I lose my breath with the action. Are his soft lips pressed against mine, or am I dreaming this?
His hands move to grab my arms and pull me closer to him. My eyes remain open as I tilt my head back and try to escape his kiss.
Pointless. His lips chase after mine and meld against them. Panting, I manage to bite his lower lip and step back when he releases me.
“Why did you do that?” he complains, pressing his fingers against his mouth.
“Y-you kissed me against my will,” I reply as I catch my breath. I throw the necklace against his chest and grab the skirt, so I don’t trip as I escape the room. “You can keep the jewels and your fancy dresses. I’m not for sale.”
I am ready to make a dramatic exit when his hand grabs my arm, and he stops me. His breath caresses the crook of my neck. “You’re not going anywhere, my sweetheart.”
My body freezes, and a tight knot wraps around my stomach. “I’ll scream if you won’t let me go.”
“No one will care.”
Terror washes over me. What was I thinking? My worst nightmares are coming true. I am about to get raped and murdered in a mansion on All Hallows’ Eve.
“My parents know where I am. They’ll call the police if I don’t go home.”
“I think you’re confusing my words. I don’t want you to leave because I need to apologize and explain why I kissed you,” he claims. His grip softens, and he lets go. “Look at me, Em.”
I turn around, raise my chin, and face him. “Explain.”
He clears his throat and forces a smile. “I kissed you because I’m happy to find you.”
Folding my arms, I ask, “What do you mean?”
“After so long, looking for you...” He pauses and lowers to snatch the necklace from the floor. “It’s the first time someone chooses this dress and this necklace. I was losing hope.”
“I still don’t get it,” I inform him. “Are all rich people deranged?”
“Probably,” he answers. “But everything will make sense once I confirm you are the one I’m looking for.”
“We’ve never met before, and I’m not really inclined to see you again. Not after you kissed me out of nowhere and speak in riddles.” I sigh. “Let’s just pretend nothing happened. I’ll go back to the party and leave. I’ll send the dress back to you tomorrow.”
“Sorry, Em, but this is your home now.”
I frown. “What nonsense are you saying?”
He grins. “If you are the one, like I believe you are, you’re my mistress, and all this belongs to you.”
I scoff. “Right! Are you going to tell me I’m a long lost relative of yours? How crazy are you?”
“Not a relative. You’re my former sire, and I’ve been looking for your reincarnation for the past fifty years.”
My mouth opens in disbelief. Of everything he could have told me, that was the most unexpected. “Sire?”
“I’m a vampire.”
“A vampire?”
He nods. “You’re the love of my life.”
I do the most plausible thing someone would do in a situation like this. I burst into laughter until my stomach hurts, although his words are more terrifying than amusing.
Chapter THREE
“How did she die? I mean, I died?” I ask after assessing my escape route for the last thirty minutes. Since I’m sitting beside him, my only choice is to listen to the mentally challenged host talk about nonsense. It’ll increase my chances of survival. I hope.
“Hunters. They aren’t myths. Vampires aren’t a myth either. We’re real, and we are more than humans might believe. There are more than vampires—witches, werewolves, demons, and the ones you call angels, who aren’t sent by God but simply bird shifters.”
I nod as my mind wanders to the fantasy world of my books, where those creatures exist. Not the real world.
Richard’s convinced he’s a vampire, and our destinies are connected. His hands grab mine, and I make an effort not to recoil. “You’re taking this rather well.”
“Would you rather I freaked out?” I ask.
“Don’t you have any questions? Don’t you want me to prove I am what I’m telling you?”
“You’re dressed like a Victorian vampire.” Yes, it made more sense than being a charming prince. “You’re pale and—” I look around before questioning him, “How can you prove to me you’re a vampire? Will you show me your fangs and drink from me?”
“I can cut myself, and you’ll see how I heal fast.” He gets up and walks to a desk where he removes a dagger.
Jumping to my feet, I rush to him. “No. You’re not going to cut yourself.” I try to snatch the dagger. Before I can, he slashes the back of his hand, and blood drips. I cover my mouth with a shriek. “You’re bleeding. Why did you cut yourself so deep?” I look around, disoriented. “Where do you keep the gauze to stop the bleeding?”
He removes a handkerchief from his inner pocket, cleans the blood, and shows me the healed wound.
I stop moving and bat my eyelashes at his hand. “It’s gone. It’s really gone.” I take the dagger and inspect it. “Is it fake?” My finger touches the blade, and I moan with the cut, nibbling on my lower lip to suppress the pain.
“Silly, now you’re bleeding.” Richard grabs my hand and places my finger inside his mouth. He sucks it, and the pain is gone.
My cheeks burn, and my stomach drops. There’s something undeniable sexy about my finger inside his mouth. Also, dangerous. If he’s a vampire, tasting my blood may ignite murdering intentions.
My finger leaves his mouth. “It’s all better now. Vampire’s saliva also has healing abilities.”
I nod even if my brain isn’t registering his words.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he assures as if reading my mind. “I’m perfectly capable of controlling my bloodlust.”
I nod. My brain isn’t processing any information. My legs feel weak, and my head is swirling. Vampire. Richard is a vampire. Before I understand what’s going on, my legs buckle under me, and my head spins before losing consciousness.
When I come to my senses, all I see is the white ceiling above the bed I’m lying on. The light is dim inside this room, and it smells of burning incense and lavender. Slowly, the memories of what happened come to me.
Vampire.
I sit up as my heart threatens to leave my chest. “Richard?”
That’s silly. I shouldn’t be calling for the one that could hurt me and said I couldn’t leave his mansion.
A voice shatters the silence. “I’m here.”
A soft knock on the door sharpens my senses.
Richard shortens the distance between his seat and the door and opens it.
“Can I see her?” a male voice asks from the other side.
“No. Not yet. Once she’s familiar with what’s happening, you and Antoine can see her.”
“I brought tea for her to drink,” the soft male voice informs.
“Thank you.”
“We’ll make sure her friend arrives home safely.”
“Is Simon still entertaining her?”
“Yes, but she has asked for Emily a couple of times.”
“Enthrall her to believe Emily has gone home,” Richard instructs.
“And her parents?”
“I’ve already handled the cover story. No one will be looking for her for a while.”
“Wait! What?” I ask from the bed. “You know I can hear you, don’t you? What did you tell my parents? Why will no one be looking for me?”
Richard closes the door, balancing a tray of tea and cookies in his free hand. “Lie down and rest. You’re safe here.”
“I don’t feel safe,” I complain.
“Your parents think you’re working for me. Your contract stated you had to live with me here.”
“I have a job. Why would they believe I’m working for you?”
“Because I’m a vampire, and I can make anybody believe what I want,” he replies as he sits by my side.
I clench my jaw. “Are you going to force me to believe everything you want?”
He shakes his head. “That’s not how I plan to win your heart, my darling.”
“My heart? You’re not even human? Why would I love you? I just want to go home.”
“I was human just like you. You turned me into this.”
“Not me.”
“Your other reincarnation.”
“I…” I clamp my mouth shut and think hard about what I’m going to say. Telling him I don’t believe in reincarnation will do me no good. If vampires exist, whatever else he believes in might also exist. “I don’t remember my past life.”
“I know. I’m not expecting you to remember. I’m more curious about your new self.” He leans forward with a dazzling smirk. “You’re still beautiful. I’m hoping you’ll be happier now that you have a new life to live.”
“Why would you look for my reincarnation? If I was dead, you should have left me alone, so I could live this new life as I pleased.”
“I couldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“I love you.”
His confession wraps around my heart and makes it hurt. “I was just your sire. Are you saying we were also lovers?”
He nods. “Not just lovers. We were everything. I’m the oldest, but Antoine and Cole also miss you. They want to see you, too.”
I frown. “Who are those?”
“Your other lovers.”
“Wait! What?”
“You do that a lot.”
“What do you mean?”
He smirks. “When something surprises you, you say those two words.”
“You keep saying absurdities.”
“As the eldest, I’m here to help you transition back to our world.”
“Are you saying you want to turn me into a vampire?”
“If you wish so, yes.”
I bite my lower lip.
“You’ve always felt as if you don’t belong here, don’t you? You love old things and crave for the night more than you crave for the day. You like to wear black and read about worlds humans consider fantasy.”
“Me and any other paranormal lover in this world. That doesn’t mean anything.”
“It means when a two-hundred-year-old vampire tells you that you’re his reincarnated lover, and he’s willing to make all your dreams come true.”
“Trapping me here and hoping Stockholm Syndrome makes me love you doesn’t prove what you’re saying is true,” I rebuke.
“You’re not my prisoner.”
“You just said to your friend that I was going to stay here, and my parents thought I was working for you. You didn’t ask me if I was okay with that. That sounds like kidnapping.”
“You will be free to go anywhere you want as long as you’re accompanied by one of us.”
“Yes, that doesn’t help.”
“During the day, you’ll read your old diaries so you can understand how we met and what type of person you were.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Diaries?”
His hand grabs mine. “My guests are almost leaving. You fainted and didn’t have the opportunity to enjoy yourself at the party. We could have eaten and chatted.”
“I want to go home.”
“No.” He releases my hand and places the tray of food on my lap. “Eat so you can rest some more. From now on, this is your bedroom. You’ll find everything you need inside the closets. The bathroom is there.” He points at a door. “Shower if you want. I’ll go outside to say goodbye to my guests. I’ll come back later so we can talk some more.”
With that, he leaves.
Before I can get up, the key turns in the lock, and I realize I’m trapped and all alone.
Chapter FOUR
Whatever Richard believes will happen, won’t. I’ve made up my mind. I hate his guts for leaving me trapped inside this bedroom after feeding me a story of being his reincarnated lover.
Once I’m free from the dress, I take a long hot bath and browse the pretty clothes inside the closet. Everything looks old-fashioned but incredibly gorgeous. It’s my dream wardrobe, and I have no idea how to react to that. Even the bedroom seems like something I would love to have in my home—if I owned a mansion this size and had as much money as Richard seems to have.
After putting on comfortable clothes, I inspect the window to see if there’s a way out. It opens, but I would break a leg if I jumped from this height. The lights from the lower floor filter out toward the garden, which is strangely quiet. The guests seem to be confined to the salon.
“It would be unwise to jump,” a male voice says.
I shriek, step back, and stumble against the floor. A shadow rushes inside the bedroom, and when I look to my left, a handsome young man is seated where Richard had been.
“Who are you?” I ask.
“We haven’t met yet. Not in this life. Richard told me to make sure you don’t do something silly like jump from the window.”
I get up, dust my black pajamas, and arch my eyebrow at him. “That doesn’t answer my question.”
He smirks. “I’m Cole.”
“The one who brought the tea?”
He nods and leans back with a pleased grin. “I see Richard told you about us. I thought he was going to keep you all for himself. He can be jealous when he wants.”
Padding to the bed, I sit in front of him. “Are you a vampire too?”
“Yes. Not as old as the other two.” He grins. “But I was your favorite.”
He’s extremely good looking and has pretty ocean eyes.
He leans forward. “Mistress, you should run away with me. Leave Richard and Antoine behind. They haven’t been faithful to you. They had other lovers while you were gone.”
I decide to play along. “Do you have the key to the door? How did you enter by the window?”
“I’m a vampire, remember?”
“Yes. You have powers.”
“If I save you from here, will you only love me?”
“I don’t love you or Richard. I’ve never met you before today.”
He puckers his lips and leans back with folded arms. “It would be faster if Richard let the witch open your memories of your past life.” He sighs. “You don’t remember me. How should I believe you are who he said you are?”
“I have no idea. Maybe you could help me escape since we are both unsure if Richard is telling the truth or not.”
He arches an eyebrow. “Will you let me taste your blood if I help you escape?”
“Why do you want to taste my blood?”
“You’re pretty, and I haven’t had anything to eat today.”
I force a smile. “I don’t think I enjoy the idea of being your meal.”
“Not just my meal. I can make you my lover. Richard doesn’t even need to know about it. He’s busy with the guests downstairs. If you let me suck you, you’ll enjoy what comes next.”
His crude words make me sick to my stomach. “You seemed nice, but now I know that you’re just full of yourself and only looking for one thing.”
“You can’t blame me for wanting to taste you before they do.” He smirks and unfolds his arms. “I feel it’s unfair Richard will be the one siring you when you clearly loved me more before you died.”
“If you truly loved your sire, you would want me to be happy and let me go home,” I bargain.
“Richard would have my heart if I did that.”
“You just said you wanted me to run away with you.”
“To make you mine, not to let you go,” he clarifies.
“I rather just stay here, then.”
He sneers. “Seems the old bastard managed to win over your affection. I might need to use a bit of persuasion to convince you to leave with me or…” He licks his lips. “He’s not coming for a while. Do you want to have some fun while I’m here?”
I clench my jaw. “You should leave before I start screaming, and he comes here to see what’s happening.”
His eyes narrow, and for a moment, I’m unsure if he genuinely fears Richard or not. But I had to threaten a monster with another if I hope to escape untouched by a vampire.
“Do you dislike me?” he asks.
“You’re arrogant and disrespectful.”
“Women normally find me attractive,” he claims.
I shrug.
He gets up. “I liked you better in your former life. You were funnier and bolder. You also knew how to flirt. Now you’re just a prude woman with big boobs but zero charm.”
His words would sting if I hadn’t been called worse.
I get up and fold my arms. “Thanks. Now, could you leave my bedroom and never come back?”
He blinks before looking up and down my figure as if assessing my worth. “I could force you.”
“And I would do everything in my power to stake you to death once I’m one of you,” I threaten back.
The door unlocks. My eyes aim at the figure coming in. Without thinking, I rush to his side and grab Richard’s arm, hiding behind him.
“What’s going on in here?” he asks, looking from me to Cole. “What are you doing here?”
“She was trying to jump out the window,” Cole accuses.
Strangely, being by Richard’s side feels safer than sharing a space with the arrogant vampire. I hope Cole will leave now that Richard’s here.
“Is that true?”
I look up and face Richard’s gaze. “He just came inside and began to threaten me. I wouldn’t jump to my death. I was telling him to leave.”
“Why would I threaten her?” Cole asks, fuming.
“You wanted me to escape with you. You also wanted to suck my blood against my will,” I accuse.
Richard’s jaw tenses, and he glares at Cole. “Out!”
“You believe her instead of me?”
Richard’s arm circles my waist, and he pulls me closer. “I told her she’d be safe here. Get out of this bedroom and never come back without her permission!”
I tightly cling to Richard’s arm as I hold my breath.
Cole strides to the door, opens it wide, and leaves. “Bitch!”
Richard lets go of me and grabs Cole by his collar, slamming him against the wall. “Don’t ever call your mistress that, or I’ll cut your tongue and feed it to the dogs.”
My body shivers in fear as I watch the scene unfold before my eyes. Richard’s speed and strength are incredible, and his threat makes my heart beat faster. He attacked one of his to defend my honor. No one has ever done that for me.
Richard slams Cole again. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes.”
He lets him go. “Leave this house and only come back when I ask you to.”
“She’s my mistress, too!” he protests.
“You scared her and went to see her behind my back. She’s clearly afraid of you.”
“I have every right to be here too!”
“Not if you can’t control yourself and keep acting like a spoiled brat.”
He pushes Richard back. “You just want her all for yourself.”
“If I did, I wouldn’t tell you I found her.”
“You’re not even sure if it’s her!”
Richard shoves him back. “She chose the right dress and the right necklace. The witches say it’s her. I smelled her blood five days ago, and I tasted it today. It’s her.”
My mind zooms out as I think about Richard’s words.
Five days ago. What happened five days ago? I’m not sure. It was a weekday, so I was probably working, but he didn’t say if it was at night or during the day.
“He’s gone,” Richard says in front of me.
I look at him and blink. “What?”
“He’s gone. You can go back into your room. I’ll close the door and stay for a while until you feel safe again.”
I nod, glimpsing behind and making sure Cole has truly left. Turning around, I enter my bedroom and sit on the bed as he closes the door.
Rushing to the window, Richard makes sure it’s locked, and the shuts closed. Then, he takes a seat in the armchair in front of the bed.
I look at him. “What am I supposed to do now? Sleep?”
He nods and folds his arms. Leaning back, he closes his eyes. “Get some rest. You’re safe.”
I frown at the door, realizing he didn’t lock it behind him when he entered.
His voice wakes me up from my escape plan. “You can run, but you wouldn’t get far. Besides, now that Cole saw you, he’ll go after you until he tastes you or does worse. He’s been more obsessed with finding you than me. I’m sure you also realized he’s not as friendly as I am.”
Even if he can’t see me because his eyes remain closed, I sneer at the thought of having to face Cole again. He gives me the creeps. It’s best to obey Richard until I figure out how to escape this place and return to my normal life.
Chapter FIVE
The next day, Richard does everything in his power to make me happy. His mansion is impressive, and the gardens are breathtaking. For a vampire, Richard is charming and polite. A perfect gentleman. Though many vampires are portrayed that way in the movies, some are like Cole, twisted and perverted.
Only a day has gone by, and I’m already tempted into accepting his stories as the only truth and seeing his home as my home.
I am losing it.
Besides the exquisite mansion, I also have another reason to stay and enjoy Richard’s company and hospitality. My new wardrobe is something out of a gothic fairy tale. I’ve never seen so many pretty and soft dresses, skirts, corsets, and coats. Everything screams high-end couture. I can’t afford to buy these with my salary. I can wear all these outfits if I decide to stay here.
Still, I have parents, friends, and a life outside the mansion. Richard wants me to leave everything behind and accept his theory. He even has several diaries written by his deceased mistress that I’m supposed to read and study, so I know more about my past life.
Is this really happening to me?
Yet, staring into his eyes, watching him smile, and listening to his sexy voice is thrilling and spellbinding. Is he really a vampire? He must be. What about the guy following us around? He’s tall and sexy. Though, a bit brooding. He is the one who took care of my friend the night before. Simon. I think that’s his name.
“Simon isn’t a vampire,” Richard satisfies my curiosity. “Not yet. I’m not allowed to turn him without having a mistress to serve.”
I nod, but I have no idea what he’s talking about. Nonetheless, the food is fantastic, and the dessert is decadently sweet. I wear one of the pretty dresses that seems to have been made to fit my body size. I’m not fat, but I have curves in the right places—like Sally likes to say. I have long, black hair and big light-blue eyes. Not a stunning beauty, but no ugly duckling. Not that it matters.
People don’t accept my choice of clothes, music, and my passion for the occult. Now, I understand how hard it is to accept something that’s not the norm. Richard being a vampire is everything but ordinary. Staying inside a gothic mansion with a drop-dead sexy guy who wants to make me his lover is unforetold. Yet, I’m inclined to accept if that means I get to spend more time with Richard and listen to his passionate words about the world he lives in.
The next night, we dine again.
“I have something to show you tonight,” he says.
“More diaries?” I tease him as I finish my dark velvet cake.
Putting down the spoon, I look at Simon, who’s guarding the door with his hands behind his back. He makes no ceremonies about boldly staring at me and watching my every move. It has been like this for the two days I’ve been here.
Richard sits on the chair next to mine, and he hasn’t eaten anything that was served to me. He only drinks from a glass of what I assume is blood because it’s dark red. What else does a vampire drink? He wears a brocade coat with a white shirt. He’s so gorgeous it hurts.
His eyes often land on my cleavage, highlighted by the long dress with a pleated front bodice. Guys often stare at my boobs. I’m glad he’s also making an effort to stare at my face.
“Are you listening to what I’m saying?” he asks.
I flutter my eyelashes and focus on him. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”
“I said I wanted to show you Victoria’s portrait.”
Victoria is the name of his deceased vampire mistress. I’m curious about how she looks. What kind of woman makes a man like him fall in love?
“If you want,” I reply. “It’s not like I have anything better to do.”
“We can go to my study after. I’ll put some music, and we can dance or chat. Whatever you’re in the mood for.”
The corner of my lips curls up. I can’t share with him what I’m in the mood to do every time I look at him. We aren’t that close to share our sexual fantasies. But I need to keep my head in the game and bargain for freedom. “Dancing? Is that what you do at night?”
He shakes his head. “I work. Victoria loved to dance.”
“I have two left feet. Remember? I didn’t want to dance at the party.”
He arches an eyebrow. “What do you like to do at night?”
“What type of music do you like to dance?”
“Waltz. Tango is also interesting.”
I frown at his taste. “No disco?”
He grins. “I’m old fashioned.”
I rest my face against my hand. “I’m more of a black metal kind of girl. I can show you a few of my favorite songs, and you can show me yours if you give me back my phone.”
He leans back in his chair. “I’ve already told you…”
“Yes, I’m not a prisoner. So there’s no reason why I shouldn’t have my phone with me.”
“What are you going to use it for? Call the police?”
I shake my head. “Check on my friend, Sally. She was here with me two nights ago.”
“Simon took her home once she danced with him and flirted with a few of my male guests. I’m sure she’s fine.”
I smirk. “Yes, that sounds like her.” Leaning closer, I ask, “What about my parents? Don’t you think they are worried since I haven’t called?”
“Your parents believe you’re working for me and have to stay at my house. They must think you’re too busy to call.”
“About that. I’m really curious about how you convinced them I’m working for you since I have another job. I’m probably fired from it, but I had a job before you trapped me in your mansion.” I inhale sharply. The fact that I am a prisoner still annoys me. “Plus, no matter how busy I am, I always find time to call my mom or text. They’ll be suspicious if I don’t call and tell them about my work here.”
Richard ponders. “I’ll think about it. As for your reason for being here, your parents and Sally believe you applied to a personal assistant position at my mansion. You sent a resignation letter to the convenience store you worked and are now working for me.”
My mouth opens in disbelief. “Not only you kidnapped me, but you also resigned me from my job? How will I pay my bills when I leave your home?”
“You’ll be paid for the time you spend here with us.”
I clench my jaw. “Paid?”
“Five thousand per day.”
My eyes grow big. “W-what?”
“And all the clothes you want to take from your new wardrobe,” he adds.
My mouth is agape. “What am I supposed to do here? Why are you doing this?”
“I’ve already told you. You’re the reincarnation of my vampire sire. I love you.” His hand moves forward, and he brushes my cheek. “I just want a few days to convince you that we belong together, and your place is in this mansion with us.”
“You keep saying us. Is Cole still here?”
He shakes his head. “Only Antoine. You’ll meet him some other day. For now, I want to spend time with you to smooth the transition from what you know of your life and what your life can become.”
I fold my arms under my breasts, and his eyes drift to my cleavage again. I lose my train of thought and ask a silly question, “Do you find me attractive?”
“You’re a beautiful woman. You must know that.”
“Beautiful enough for you to want to kidnap me and convince me we’re meant to be?”
He smirks. “I know plenty of stunning women I don’t care about. There’s more to life than beauty.”
“I’m sure it’s not a challenge for you to find someone to be with you.”
He shrugs. “I can fuck as much as I want. That doesn’t fill the void, Em. Sex isn’t everything in this world. Once you live as long as I have, you’ll understand.”
I get up from my seat. “Show me Victoria’s painting. I’m curious to see how she looked.”
“I hope you’re not disappointed. More than her beauty, we were in love with her personality and big heart.” He stands and offers me his hand.
I grab his hand, and he guides me through the corridors into a darker part of the mansion. It seems no one comes here for a long time. The door creaks when he opens it, and I cough with the dust. He turns on the light of the crystal chandelier, and I peek at the division with several paintings lying on the floor and furniture covered by white sheets.
“It’s a storage room. Many of Victoria’s belongings are here. You can come here again and explore if you’re curious about it.”
I shake my head. “It’s creepy.”
“Simon will accompany you everywhere; you don’t need to be afraid. There are no ghosts.”
I look behind, and there he is—Simon. His face has no trace of emotion, which is a shame since he’s handsome and has broad shoulders. “Do I have a personal bodyguard?”
“Think of him as your personal servant,” Richard replies. “He’ll keep you safe and attend to your every need.”
“My every need?” I glimpse back at him again. His face doesn’t change. “Would he take me home if I asked him?”
“We’ll talk about your parents and your phone another time. For now, I want to show you a few paintings of Victoria and her favorite jewels. You can pick one if you want.”
“I have no wish for jewels. Just show me her paintings.”
We enter the room, and Richard walks around as if trying to remember where the paintings are. Circling, he points at the wall. “There’s one there.”
I look back and see a painting of a young woman in her late twenties, brown hair, brown eyes, and placid smile. Her hands are folded on her lap, and she’s wearing a blue velvet dress with a fungus stand collar design with lace edges. Her neck features a golden necklace with a red stone. Victoria wasn’t ugly, but she was no beauty. She was slim and seemed flat-chested.
I look down at my boobs and move my wavy hair, making it flow behind my back. I was proud of my hair and my boobs. I also had pouty lips. Victoria looked nothing like me.
“I’m prettier,” I say out loud.
Richard’s husky voice caresses my cheek. “I’m glad you like your new body.”
My cheeks turn red, and I glimpse at him. “Where are the other pictures?”
He shows me some black and white photographs of her in various positions and clothes.
“There are no pictures of you,” I notice.
“I have a few, do you want to see?”
“Yes.”
Richard grabs my hand, and we enter deeper into the room. He removes sheets and opens drawers. He shows me pictures of him and jewels that belonged to Victoria. I’m dazzled by all the memories inside this place. The furniture, the clothes, the jewels, and all the pictures are probably worth a fortune. They tell the story of beings that live among humans and don’t age or die. Unless they are killed.
Richard’s a vampire. After seeing so many photos of him in different years and periods, that’s the only logical explanation.
Being trapped inside a mansion with hot vampires hasn’t been one of my fantasies. Actually, I usually stay away from romances that start like that. The heroines seem to accept their fate too quickly. Still, I have to confess, I am treated like a queen and not a prisoner.
Tonight I’m focused on convincing Richard to return my phone. I get bored around the house, and Simon doesn’t make an effort to engage in a conversation with me. He’s insanely hot but cold and grumpy. My presence seems to bother him.
I need my phone, so I can talk with Sally. Granted, I can’t tell her what is really happening and that the house I’m living in has vampires. She’d probably believe me, though.
Once I finish dinner, I ask Richard to accompany me for a stroll in the garden. I’m in the mood for fresh air and to look at the moon and the stars.
The night air is chilly, and Richard removes his coat and places it over my arms.
“Thank you.” I place my arms inside the sleeves. “What about you, aren’t you cold?”
“We handle the cold better than humans.”
I nod and glimpse back to see Simon following us from a safe distance. I’m sure he can’t hear us talk, but it still feels uncomfortable. “Does he really need to follow us around?”
Richard looks back.
“Is he afraid I might hurt you?” I ask.
“He’s more here for your safety than mine.”
“You don’t seem to be dangerous. Does he think I’m able to run away into the forest and disappear?”
“We should talk about your staying here. How many days will you give me to convince you to become part of our family?”
I glance back again. “What if I run? Will he run after me?”
Richard grabs my arm. “Em, darling, how many days do you agree to stay here before you want to go back home and to your regular life?”
Focusing on Richard, I reply, “If you give me back my phone, I might decide to play your game for a week. After all, I’m making money just by sleeping and strolling around your property.”
He pulls me closer. “I’ll think about your phone, but you’ll have to be willing to be seduced by Antoine and me.”
I stop walking. “What does the seduction involve?”
His voice is husky, close to my mouth. “A lot of pleasure. More pleasure than you ever thought possible.”
Butterflies swarm inside my stomach. Swallowing dry, I step back. “If I say yes, will any of you do anything I don’t want?”
He shakes his head.
“Are you sure? If I don’t want to sleep with you or the other one, you won’t force me?”
“No. You call the shots.” He moves closer. “Don’t I please you?”
“You’re handsome, you know that.”
“Will you slap me if I try to kiss you again?”
I bite my lower lip. “You should try your luck this time.”
“Don’t mind if…”
“But you’ll have to catch me first.” I giggle and run away down the path.
Vampires are supposed to be fast. Still, I’m bored, and I want to see how much he wants to kiss me.
When I step onto the lawn, arms surround my waist, and I fall on top of Richard’s body.
“Silly girl, you can’t outrun a vampire.”
“I know,” I whisper as I lean down to kiss him.
The kiss is long and tender. I take my time to taste his mouth and enjoy the closeness of our bodies.
Once I finish tasting him, I roll over to the other side and look at the stars. “It’s quiet here.”
His hand reaches for mine, and he remains with his eyes on the stars. “It’s been a while since I’ve looked at the stars. Sometimes we forget to appreciate the simple things.”
“I can only imagine how much you have seen. I barely left this state.”
“We can travel anywhere you want once you are a vampire. I can show you all the places I’ve been.”
“That sounds nice, but I’m sure it’s not that easy to be a vampire.”
“There are more pros than cons.”
We look at each other at the same time. He leans down to kiss me, and I circle an arm around his neck. We playfully roll on the lawn as we kiss. His mouth explores my neck, and I sigh, ticklish. My laughter echoes in the night as he continues to spread kisses on my face and neck. Accommodating his body between my thighs, he resumes the exploration of our mouths. His touch exceeds my expectations, and I can’t have enough of his mouth and body rocking against mine.
My bliss is interrupted with a clear of a throat. “Richard, Mrs. Fable texted me. There’s an important call for you in the office.”
I hear Simon’s voice, but I’m ready to ignore him if Richard is too.
“It’s the Sovereign Queen,” Simon adds.
Richard raises his head, and I moan in protest. “It seems we have to stop here.”
“Do you really have to go?”
“I’m afraid I do.”
I pout.
He pecks my lips. “We still have tomorrow, and I’ll give you the best time of your life.”
“The most pleasure,” I correct him.
“A lot of pleasure,” he assures, offering me a last kiss.
Getting up, he brushes his clothes from the grass and looks at Simon. “Help Emily get up and accompany her to her bedroom.”
He nods, and Richard disappears.
I’m still pouting when Simon leans down and offers me his hand. Squinting, I grab his hand, but instead of getting up, I push him down. He’s not expecting it because he falls next to me.
“Funny,” he grumbles as I laugh.
I push my heels on the grass and try to stand up. This time his hand grabs the back of my skirt. I push forward as he keeps drawing back.
“Let go!” I huff.
“You’re such a child,” he admonishes.
Fisting my hands, I turn around, lose my balance, and fall into his arms. His head bumps against the grass, and I hurt my arm against his chest.
Is he made of rock?
I try to move away from the unexpected closeness between us.
He grabs my arm. “You’re elbowing me. Be careful. Stop moving.”
I turn my torso, and my boobs smash against his chest. My cheeks feel hot as I inhale his scent. I love the cologne he’s wearing. Why does he have to smell so nice?
His hands push against my shoulders. “Get off me.”
Sneering, I remind him, “You’re the one who’s preventing me from getting up.”
He tries to shove me to the side, but I grab his arms and don’t let him. “Don’t you see the rock next to us?”
He stops and glances to the side. I’m gasping for air as I pin my hands to the ground and push my upper body from his, painfully aware I’m almost straddling him. I move my knee, and he howls when I press it against his thigh.
“Just stop moving,” he orders, wrapping his arms around me and pressing my face against his chest. I can barely breathe as I spread my arms to prevent them from snapping.
“Are you insane?” Is he trying to suffocate me?
His voice is husky and low. “Just roll to the other side; there are no rocks.”
I release the weight of my lower body on top of him and move my arms up to free myself from his hold. “I can’t—” I shut up when I feel something hard pressing between my legs.
His arms loosen around me, and I’m curious to know if I’m imagining things. Maybe it’s a gun under his coat. A big gun.
Moving his hand down my back, he rolls me to the other side before I can test my theory. By then, my body stiffens with the sudden touch and cupping of my hip.
I didn’t imagine it.
I lie down on the grass as he kneels and gets up. Before I can look at his groin, he grabs me under my arms and splays me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
“What are you doing? I can walk!”
“Be quiet,” he orders.
As blood rushes down to my head, anger takes control over me due to his Neanderthal ways. “Put. Me. Down.”
“No.” He strides ahead, ignoring my pleas.
I scratch his back. “Put me down, beast!” I wiggle my feet and try to kick him. “Put me down.”
One of his hands grabs my left leg, and the other, holding my back, slaps my ass. “Stop hurting me, or I’ll drop you.”
“Brute!” My chin bounces against his back, and I scratch him again. “You hurt me!” I wiggle my ass to slide down his shoulder.
The hand that snatched my leg moves under my dress and covers my ass, rubbing it as to make it better.
The nerve! I go still, suddenly aware of how big and warm his hand is. Heat pools between my legs. I close my legs tight, and the caressing stops. Clenching my teeth, I wiggle my legs again. I stop moving when his hand moves up. My breath catches in my throat when, instead of slapping, his hand slips between my thighs, and his fingers brush against my panties. I swallow my anger as heat spreads down my cheeks and pulsates where he touches me. I’m too flustered to think about what I should do.
I grab my hands to his back, looking for support while his thumb circles around and dips inside, wetting my panties. I gasp, covering my mouth as my legs lose all strength. My body tenses with the invasion and probing. I whimper in frustration. The light chases away the shadows as we approach the mansion.
“Stop it, or I’m going to scream once you step inside,” I warn him.
His hand slides back to my ass as he stops walking. I hold my breath and raise my head to see where we are. He turns left. Instead of entering the house, Simon heads to a dark part of the garden, surrounded by trees. I look around, unsure of what he’s planning.
Should I be worried?
He halts and slides me down the length of his body. My boobs feel every inch of his muscles. My legs burn where his hands touched. Fuck! I want him to continue what he was doing.
“What the hell was that?” I ask, my legs shaking.
“Slap me,” he tells me.
I blink at him as I try to hold my ground and relearn how to stand. What kind of sick request is that?
“Slap me. I deserve it. I was inappropriate.”
I close my hands into a fist.
“Richard doesn’t need to know what happened. It won’t happen again.”
Rage takes over me. I open my hand and slap him across the face. He closes his eyes with the impact, but I’m sure it hurts me more than him.
“Again,” he requests.
I take off Richard’s jacket, throw it to the floor, and slap him again. This time his face turns red, but my hand also burns.
“Do you feel better after this?” he asks with a clenched jaw.
I shake my head.
“You can find your way back home, can’t you?”
He doesn’t wait for my answer. Covering his cheek, he turns around and leaves.
Furious, I grab the jacket from the floor and throw it at his back. “Prick.”
He stops, grabs the jacket, and walks to me. I recoil, unsure of what he’s going to do.
He places the jacket around my shoulders. “It’s cold.” Our gazes meet, and his eyes narrow. “Are you going to cry?”
My lower lip trembles. “I hate you.”
“Do you want to slap me again?” He grabs my hand and closes it into a fist. “Maybe punch me.” He pauses before adding, “Perhaps that would make you feel better.”
I shake my head and grab him by his shirt. “Even if you don’t like me, you have to tolerate me.”
His jaw tenses. I stare at his lips. My breathing halts, and I bite my lower lip to tame the uncontrolled desire that takes over me.
“W-why…”
Suddenly, his hand grabs behind my head and pulls me closer, smashing his lips against mine. I part my lips and close my eyes for a fleeting moment as my head spins out of control. His mouth is soft, but the kiss is brief.
“I’ll have to kiss you again if you keep staring at me like that,” he mumbles huskily against my lips through half-closed eyes.
My body moves toward his, and my hands fist the collars of his shirt. “As if I want your kisses.”
“As if I…”
I kiss him, and his hand snakes around my waist. His head leans down as our lips move against each other. My hands wrap around his head, pulling him closer, as our lips hungrily touch. His hands open behind my back, and his fingers press against my ribs.
I’m insane. I should stop this.
I kiss him deeper, sucking his lower lip and pulling it softly between my teeth.
His hand moves under my breast, and he tries to pull his head back. “If you hurt me, I’ll…”
“Shut up,” I order him. God, he tastes good!
We keep kissing, almost forgetting how to breathe. The jacket falls down my shoulders, and I crouch until I sit on it and pull Simon down to kneel in front of me. He obeys, following my mouth and wrapping his arms around my torso, unwilling to let our bodies be apart. His eyes are closed, and I can feel the wild beating of his heart. My heart also beats out of control. My body burns and aches for his.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He gasps.
“You started,” I accuse.
“I was trying to take you home,” he defends himself.
My hand moves down his ripped torso and cups his crotch. No, I didn’t imagine it. He’s hard for me. “You want me.”
“You’re Richard and Antoine’s.”
“I’m my own person, and I can give myself to whomever I want,” I tell him, stroking his length.
His lips move from my mouth to my neck. He moans when I caress his balls and moves his hand to cup my breast. “Are you going to tell them?”
Fisting his hair, I open my eyes to look at his face. His eyes are half-closed, and his lips parted. He’s enjoying my touch on his private parts, and I’m enjoying him submitting to my will. Smirking, I nibble on his lower lip. “Richard promised me unbelievable pleasure for tomorrow. What are you offering me today?”
He gulps before asking, “What do you want?”
My hand rubs his length, and I rejoice with how hard and long it is. “You know what I want.”
Shit! That was bold to say.
His eyes close, and his hand covers mine. “Here, on the grass?”
I’d take this inside if I weren’t so impatient. “It’s secluded. No one will see us.”
He licks his lips and peers down at my cleavage. His fingers entwine with mine as he removes my hand from his groin and places it against my chest, his fingers drumming on my breast. I grab his other hand and place both over my breasts. “Do you like them? You can play with them.”
Is he dumb, or he just doesn’t know what to do with his hands?
His eyes widen as he looks at my boobs and massages them. Securing my hands to his arms, I let him explore. I tilt my head back when his lips touch my neck, and his hands grab me harder.
“Careful, you’ll hurt me if you press too hard,” I tell him.
He doesn’t say anything, but his hand clutches the chemise under the bodice and pulls it down with a swift movement, exposing my boobs. The cold air makes me shiver, but the warmth of his mouth plucking my nipples increases my body temperature. After sucking and nibble, his hand slips under my skirts and goes straight to his coveted prize. He flicks his fingers against my panties as if playing guitar, and I can’t help but move along with the rhythm.
“Maybe we—” I lose my voice as his head hides against my breasts; his arms circle my waist and lift me from the floor. He stripes off my layered skirt and lays it on the floor. Then, he throws me on top of it and rips down my panties, leaving them wrapped around my knees. “Simon…”
His eyes seem mad with lust. I don’t think he can even hear me. I gasp when he spreads kisses down my navel and laps my insides with his tongue. I arch my back with need. His hands grab my ass as he probes and tastes. It’s insane how much I’m enjoying this.
When I’m almost abandoning my body and reaching the stars, he stops; my panties roll down the rest of my legs and disappear.
I blink and raise my head to see why his hands left my body. He unbuckles his pants, unzips, and pulls them down with the boxers. His cock is massive! Removing his jacket, he ties it around his waist before falling on top of me.
“Wait,” I request as he spreads my legs. “What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you want,” he whispers, kissing my mouth.
“Not like this,” I protest.
He pauses and watches me. “How then? Teach me?”
I gasp with his request. His erection pushes against my thigh, and my pussy throbs with need.
“Kiss me, and you need to touch me there and make sure I’m wet enough, so it doesn’t hurt,” I whisper softly. “Haven’t you…”
The words are left unsaid when his mouth covers mine, and his tongue swirls around my mouth. After a bit more kissing, his hand slips between our bodies, and his thumb kneads my most sensitive flesh. He’s impatient and keeps his cock between my legs. I gasp with need as he keeps kissing me hungrily. His fingers dip into my pussy and spread my lips aside.
“Now?” he asks.
“Be gentle,” I request.
He nods, and I shudder in anticipation as his cock finds its way to my entrance. I whimper when he pushes his length inside. The invasion makes my body shake, but my legs part wider. He’s hard and thick. It feels too good as he thrusts in and out. I don’t even care that my butt and back are pressed against the floor, only protected by clothes, while Simon is between my legs, groaning like a wild animal in heat and moving inside me with need.
He shoves so fast my back arches and I sway to meet his thrusts. His hand pushes against my breasts. His eyes peer at me. I still don’t like him, but he feels too good between my legs.
“You’re such a prick.”
“You started this,” he retorts, furrowing his eyebrows. “Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare!” I grab his ass under the coat and push him deeper. “You better make sure you make me come before you do, or things will get messy for you.”
“Fuck you!”
“Fuck you.”
“I rather fuck you.”
I move my head up and bite on his lower lip. “Fuck me harder then.”
He growls softly and steadies my hips so he can thrust deeper. “You’re insane.”
“And you like it.”
“Shut up. We don’t need to talk.”
I giggle and dig my nails into his back. “What else is new?”
He groans at my teasing question. Holding his breath, he whimpers against my mouth. “I’ll come faster if you keep doing that.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and push his ass against me. Minutes later, the orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, and I come in fast bursts of electricity. Once I catch my breath, I realize he’s also moaning with his head hidden against my breasts. Liquid runs down my thighs, but his cock is no longer inside me. He pulled it out before he ejaculated. His mouth sucks on my breasts as if he remembers they exist. I let him have some fun while I look at the stars above our heads.
This is messy and far from romantic. I wonder if Richard will be gentler. Maybe. But messy suits me simply fine tonight. It feels great to let go under the stars with a gorgeous man between my thighs.
As much as my breasts are enjoying his exploration, I tap on his shoulder to call his attention. His head rises, and his eyes gleam at me. “You need to move, so I can get dressed and go inside. It’s cold.”
He seems to ponder for a moment, and I stare at his lips, wondering if he’ll kiss me to convince me to go for one more round. I feel disappointed when he doesn’t.
Getting up, he looks around for his clothes.
My thighs are still wet, and I have nothing to clean with. I give up and put back my long skirt that will hide the mess while I search for my missing panties. They are found over a bush. I grab them and fix my chemise to cover my boobs, noticing the red marks of sucking. My nipples still hurt. He was rough and hungry. Still, my body feels amazing.
Walking to where he’s fixing his clothes, I comb my hair and stare down at Richard’s jacket.
I snicker. “You dirtied Richard’s coat. You better wash it before he finds out.”
Simon frowns at me. “Shouldn’t you also be worried if he finds out what we just did?”
I gape at him. “Are you going to tell him?”
He shakes his head.
I rub my arms as I watch him pulling up his pants and tucking in his shirt. His cock is still half-hard. I wonder if I left a mark of my nails on his back. Serves him right.
Simon grabs Richard’s jacket from the floor. “I’ll take care of washing this.” He folds it. “We should—”
Before he finishes, I tell him, “I can find my way to my bedroom.”
I wave goodbye and leave, eager to escape his gaze and wash his semen off my body.
What was I thinking?
Chapter SIX
The next day, Simon acts like nothing happened between us. I had hoped for a bit more enthusiasm on his part. Maybe a stolen kiss inside my bedroom before I descended for breakfast. Or even an encore.
Nothing. While I eat, he stays in his corner, stealing glances while exhibiting an unreadable expression.
I regret my decision to give in to his mixed signals. I spent my night thinking about him more than I wanted. I kept replaying the events and wondering if I was losing my mind. One cannot look at Simon and stay indifferent. Still, losing my sleep over him isn’t an option when Richard promised me a night of unbelievable pleasure today.
I’m eager for what’s coming. Spending my nights with him has been like living a dark fairy tale. He might be a monster, but he’s a gorgeous one. I can’t help but fall for his charms and get excited about the hours we spend together. Are all vampires charming and gentlemen like him? I have no idea, but I’m beginning to appreciate the time I spend in this mansion.
My afternoon is boring, and I have to endure Simon’s silent treatment. It’s harder to bear now that we share a naughty secret. I spend the rest of my day reading in my bedroom, where he doesn’t enter, and I don’t have to feel his eyes on me while I dream about taking his clothes off.
Darkness takes over the day, and I get ready for my evening with Richard. Since he said it was going to be a special night, I choose to wear a black renaissance fairy tale medieval dress. Smooth velvet hugs my curves, while the off-the-shoulder design with trumpet sleeves and lace accents show off my cleavage. The delicate fabric on my lace-up bodice makes me feel sexy.
I stare at the mirror, my hair braided in a fishtail, and my makeup highlighting my eyes and mouth.
The knock on the door means Simon is coming to take me to the dining room. It’s not like I don’t know where it is, but it seems he’s afraid I’ll lose my way. I open the door, and his eyes roam up and down my body.
“Is Richard waiting?” I ask him, ignoring his fixed gaze.
“Yes,” he grunts.
“Lead the way.”
He turns around, and I walk behind him, checking out the firm ass that I had the privilege to hold the night before. The memories of us arouse me, and I clench my jaw to stop the wandering and forbidden thoughts.
I hope that Richard’s surprise involves a lot more kissing and grabbing than the night before. I’ve always imagined how it would be to have sex with a vampire. What if he wants to suck my blood? Would I die? They could feed without killing their prey.
Shit! I was prey.
A willing prey. Whatever happens, I want a piece of Richard.
Simon opens the door for me to enter the dining room. Richard gets up from his chair and narrows the distance between us. I take his hands but lose the smile once the door bangs behind me. Glimpsing back, I notice Simon doesn’t come in like he always does.
Richard grabs my hands and pulls me closer. His musky scent takes over my nostrils, and I offer him my full attention. “Did you enjoy yourself today?”
I nod at his question. “I read a few pages in Victoria’s diary.”
“That’s good.” His smile grows bigger. “Are you excited about tonight?”
“You said you were going to offer me more pleasure than I ever experienced before. That piqued my interest.”
“I was eager to spend my night with you. I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday,” he claims.
“What part of yesterday couldn’t you stop thinking about?” I tease.
He lowers his head, and his lips crash against mine. His kiss is gentle despite the sudden smashing of our lips together. His hands leave mine and entwine around my waist, bringing me closer to his body. His mouth tastes minty, and his tongue twirls and discovers my mouth. I lose track of time while he keeps kissing me.
My head spins out of control when his lips abandon mine. My body feels cold when he releases me from his embrace and guides me to my place at the table. He pulls out a chair, and I sit down.
“I’ll be the one serving and feeding you tonight,” he informs with a sexy grin.
Then he disappears into the other door inside the room where I believe is the kitchen.
For the next hour, Richard cuts my food into pieces and feeds me. He seems to be enjoying it, but my cheeks burn as I eat and listen to him. He’s so dreamy, I forget he’s a vampire.
Once I finish eating, he takes me by the hand, and we enter a cozy living room with flower-pattern couches and a piano next to the window, draped with red velvet curtains.
“I’m not as good as our library rat playing the piano, but I’m going to do my best to entertain you tonight,” he says with a sexy grin as he swipes the back of his coat and takes a seat at the instrument.
I swoon at his sexiness and the fact that he can play. Can this night be more romantic? I hope so because I’m longing for his lips on mine, and my body is hot and bothered just by staring at him.
Yesterday was a mistake. What was I thinking?
I ignore my conscience.
Richard’s fingers run through the keyboard, and a melody echoes inside the room. “I’m going to play some of my favorite songs, and you’re going to try to guess them.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know much about classical music, though I love a good violin accompanying my favorite goth sounds,” I say as I take a seat on the couch closest to him and watch in awe. “You’re pretty good.”
“Antoine would disagree with you,” he claims.
“The other vampire?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve almost forgotten someone else other than you lives in this house,” I tease him.
He smiles. “Antoine spends his time in the library, busy with his projects. You should ask Simon to take you there and meet him tomorrow.”
I nod as I continue to listen.
“I have a surprise for you,” he says, still concentrated in running his long and delicate fingers on the white and black keys. He looks so elegant that I sigh deeply. He looks at me. “Open the box on the coffee table.”
My eyebrows shoot up, and I look at the table. Reaching down, I grab the box and open it. “Oh, my phone!”
“There are a few missed calls from your friend. You can call her tomorrow as long as you don’t tell her you’re living in a house with vampires. Can I trust you with that?”
I look at him and nod. “I’m aware I wouldn’t sound mentally stable if I told her that.”
“I don’t know why you want that device so much, but I hope you feel happier and plan to stay here for a bit more time.”
“I’m happy,” I assure him as I unlock the phone. “Do you have wi-fi here?”
“Ask Simon about that tomorrow.” He stops playing and narrows the distance between us. Snatching my phone, he places it in the box, closes it, and puts it back on the table. Taking my hand, he kisses the inside of my wrist with a smoldering stare. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”
The butterflies in my stomach whirl with lust, and shivers run down my spine. “I’m sorry. You can continue to play.”
He shakes his head, pulls me closer, and I’m face-to-face with him while trapped between his arms. My breathing becomes shallow as I look him in his eyes and feel his hard body against mine. Electricity swirls around my fingers as I press them against his arms to keep my balance. Not that I need to because his hands are open behind my back.
“Maybe we should put some music and dance,” he suggests.
“M-music? I can’t dance, remember?”
“I’ll teach you.” His right hand moves down to my waist. “I’m a great teacher.”
I bet you are.
I grin and indulge him if that means I get to have him longer against me. “Okay. What type of music you want to dance?”
He lets me go, twirls me around, and sits me on the couch. Dizziness takes over my head as he marches to the cabinet and turns on a stereo system. He still uses CDs.
A few minutes go by, and a soft melody plays like background noise.
Richard stands in the middle of the couches and shows me his hand to hold. I get up and breeze to his side. For the next minutes, I follow his lead, giggling and enjoying the sensation of his body close to mine while his hands entwine with mine. He’s playful and charming. He doesn’t get upset when I miss a step.
A soft knock on the door interrupts our playful dancing. Simon enters with a tray of strawberries, champagne, and melted chocolate. We stop the dancing as Simon places the plate on the coffee table and glances at us before leaving.
“I don’t think he likes me,” I whisper as I go back to the couch and sit down.
“He’s always grumpy like that,” Richard says. He reaches for the bottle and pops the cork with a loud sound. I giggle as he pours the champagne into the crystal flutes. “I hope you like strawberries and chocolate.”
“Yes.” So romantic.
He offers me my flute and drinks from his. Dipping a strawberry into the chocolate, he kneels in front of me and places it in front of my mouth. I open and take a bite, eating half. “Is it good?”
I nod and drink champagne after swallowing it. “Can you eat it?”
“Do you want to feed me?” he teases.
“If you let me.”
He gets up. “Let’s sit together on the other couch. It’ll be cozier, and we can take turns feeding each other.”
I follow him to the couch, where we sit next to each other. He pushes the coffee table closer to us and continues to offer me strawberries with chocolate.
“It’s my turn,” I protest as I swallow and take a strawberry coated in chocolate. He opens his mouth and bites into it. Chocolate covers his lips, and I lick the bottom of my own since I’m sure I’m covered in chocolate too. “This is messy.”
“You have no idea,” he mumbles. His thumb presses against the corner of my mouth and slips between my lips before he removes it and puts it in his own mouth.
My heart stops beating with that, and my body temperature increases. My breasts feel hard, trapped inside the bodice. He had promised pleasure, but for now, he’s just teasing me without rewarding me with another of his breathtaking kisses.
“Do you want to dance more?” he asks.
“No.”
He dips another strawberry in the chocolate. I open my mouth to suck it instead of eating, but the red fruit doesn’t reach my mouth. Instead, he runs the strawberry down my chin, neck, and drops it into my cleavage.
I close my mouth, shivering with the contact of the fruit with my skin. Tilting my head back, I hold my breath when his lips move closer and connect with my throat. His hand brushes against my shoulder, descending the curve of my breast, and holds on to my ribs as his lips trail kisses down my throat and into my cleavage. His teeth nip the strawberry and eat it. My body tenses with lust and anticipation for what comes next.
“Do I please you?” he asks against the crook of my neck.
My answer is a ragged whisper, “Yes.”
“Can I touch you?”
“Yes.”
His lips kiss my mounds, and his tongue licks the chocolate between my breasts. I’m completely wet between my thighs. I can hardly breathe with need.
“I promised you pleasure tonight, didn’t I?”
“Yes.”
His fingers move to the front of the bodice and seize my boob. “I’ve been wanting to touch these.”
I swallow a giggle and then a moan when he keeps fondling my left breast. His mouth travels up my throat and covers my lips. We kiss, hungrily, tasting the chocolate and fighting with our tongues. I can’t have enough of his lips. Now, both hands grope my breasts. I don’t want him to stop, but his fingers find the zipper that frees the top of my dress. It doesn’t open with the first try. We stop kissing so I can help him. I roll the sleeves down my arms and watch as he pulls down the fabric and frees my breasts from the bodice. There’s just the skirt covering me now. I have no time to blush over my naked upper body because he snakes my waist and feasts on my breasts, sucking the nipples and swallowing my boobs.
I moan in pleasure, fully aware he remains fully clothed. Yet I’m enjoying his lust for me and his suckling, nibbling, and tasting.
Lowering my back to lie down on the couch, he gets up long enough to pull down my skirt and remove it. I’m wearing black sheer bowknot stockings and a suspender belt with six straps to hold them in place. My lacy panties barely cover my pussy, and I close my legs tight with need and shyness. His eyes gleam as he takes in my lower body. He grins, apparently pleased with what he finds since his hand moves to his groin, and he fondles the protuberance growing inside his pants. I wonder how big it is. My mouth waters with the idea of touching and licking him.
Richard removes his coat, unbuttons his sleeves and the top buttons of his shirt, and gets rid of the belt holding his pants. “There’s still time for you to run away from me,” he says as he searches for my face.
I shake my head.
His index runs along my waist and hips. “Are you horny?”
My eyes open wide, unsure what to answer to his question. Instead, I sit up, grab his collar, and kiss him long and hard until his tongue entwines with mine. Once he’s concentrated on our kiss, I lower my right hand and touch his length. He moans. I pluck the buttons on his pants and slip my hand inside his boxers to get a better appraisal of what’s inside. The skin feels soft, and the shaft is hard and long. I cover his tip with my thumb and rub it. His hand slips to the middle of my legs, and he pushes his fingers inside.
We break the kiss while we rub each other.
“You’re impatient,” he says against my ear as his hand stops and removes mine from his crotch. “I want to take my time with you tonight.”
“I want to pleasure you too.”
“You will.” He pushes me back to a lying down position, spreading my legs and kneeling between them. While removing the straps from my stockings, his fingers press soft and hard, purposely turning me on. His index runs up and down, probing the hottest point in my body without removing my panties. His head dips down, and his tongue presses against my core. I almost come with that touch. My breasts and stomach convulse slightly, and I move my hips against his mouth. He doesn’t satisfy my craving. Instead, he moves his head down and leaves kisses on my inner thighs. My hands press against the couch as I buckle my hips.
A few more kisses, and he moves to my stomach, skipping my panties. His hands are back to my breasts, and his mouth sucks and teases them. My pussy is hungry for touch. I want his mouth on it again. My hands grab his head, and I push him down.
He chuckles, flexes my leg, and lets his weight fall on me as he kisses my mouth. His hard sex presses against mine. I rub against him as our mouths discover each other. My hand moves down his back and squeezes his ass. I push him harder against me.
Stopping the kissing, he gets off me.
I whimper as I watch him remove his shirt and drool at his abs and sexy navel. His cock is trapped in his pants. I sit up and unstrap him, moving his pants and boxers down his hips, freeing his massive shaft and swallowing it before he can pull me back. My mouth around his dick immobilizes him and makes him close his eyes. He groans as I suck and swirl my tongue around his cock. After a few moments of sucking him and playing with his balls, his hips are thrusting forward while he makes the sexiest pleasure face.
He groans deeper and pushes me back. I stop what I’m doing, unsure of why he did that. “I’m almost coming,” he explains, stroking his shaft up and down. “Lie down. It’s my time to eat you.”
I obey and spread my legs. He grabs a strawberry, dips it in chocolate, and rubs it down my stomach and inside my panties. The strawberry invades my sex. Kneeling between my thighs, he leans down and pushes the strawberry inside with his tongue. The juices and the chocolate mingle. My panties roll down my legs and fly across the room. The strawberry is still stuck between my inner lips when Richard opens his mouth and swallows it. Once he finishes chewing, he kisses my pussy and licks the chocolate with extra attention.
I’m too aroused to continue to watch what he’s doing. I bend my legs, open wide, and let him feast on me. Gasping, moaning, and giggling, I move against his mouth as indescribable pleasure takes over each nerve of my sex and legs. His tongue goes so deep, I’m afraid he might not be able to breathe between my legs. Still, I want him to go deeper.
I’m almost coming when he stops. His hands cover my breasts; there’s something in his hands. When I peek, I realize that he’s covering me in chocolate. It’s messy and hot.
His chest flattens against mine, and his cock presses against my core. His hand helps him find the entrance, and I gasp when he pushes in. The invasion stings for a few seconds before he pulls out. With his hands grabbing my breasts and his cock entering again, I close my eyes and sway irrationally as he thrusts in and out with need. It’s violent how hard he pushes, but so good I scream in pleasure. I meet his thrusts faster and faster. My boobs sway with our movements, his tongue licks, and his mouth sucks on them. In a few minutes, the orgasm explodes between my legs, and I can barely breathe. He continues to fuck me, again and again, until I come one more time.
He’s not done, though. Moving up, he sits on the couch and pushes me, so I straddle him. I take in his length and use my knees to help me go up and down on him. I want him to come so bad my body trembles with expectation and need. His fingers clutch my skin, my boobs bang against his chin, and his eyes are closed in ecstasy. He holds me tight as if he might lose the moment if he lets go. I keep going until he finally quakes and wails when the pleasure becomes unbearable. His cock throbs inside me. He’s still moaning with closed eyes when I stop moving and enjoy the last quivering of his cock trapped inside my walls.
I kiss his forehead, his cheeks, and his mouth. “Are you okay?”
He mumbles a reply, “Yes.”
I’m enjoying the closeness too much to let him go. Fucking him was pure perfection.
Seizing my ass in his palms, he hoists me in the air and slams me back down. “I’m hard again. Let’s continue this nice and slow.”
My hips obey his wishes, and I rock my groin against his. His cock feels wonderful inside me—big and hard. The gentle movements back and forth give me a newfound pleasure. I love the way his lips part to suck air, and his face contorts with pleasure. My arousal tightens; my pussy hardens around his shaft. I move him deeper and deeper, my inner lips buzzing with the friction and my clit a pebble of desire.
The impatience is gone. Only our bodies connect while he thrusts deep and slow. I take his lips and kiss him tenderly. His hands discover their way back to my boobs. Heat slowly spreads in my lower parts, and shivers run up and down my back. My nipples ache with arousal. As a new orgasm ripples up my stomach and down my legs, I ride him faster, prolonging the pleasure. He groans in delight moments after me.
My head swirls, and my legs are almost numb when I get off him. He turns me around and grabs my legs, pushing my ass against his face. He forces me into a kneeling position. Getting up, he spreads my legs apart, kneels, and inserts his cock back into my pussy.
I can’t believe he’s still hard.
On all four, I endure the new intrusion. He slams into me, fast and stiff. The impatience returns, and I hold my hands on the ground as he delves deeper and deeper. After a moment, his shoves become short as he fills me entirely and glues my ass and his groin together. I turn my head around to watch his flexed muscles and how our sexes connected. His eyes are closed as he gasps with the effort. He slaps my ass a few times, and I slam harder against him. A few more deep pushes and my pussy explodes around his cock. The intensity of it makes me scream until I become hoarse.
My knees hurt, and my chest collapses on the ground as I loosen my grasp. He leaves his cock inside me until I stop spasming. I crawl into a fetus position. I’m too sensitive to handle anything more. I truly hope he’s done.
Panting, I glimpse at him, watching him stand up while fondling his erect cock.
Is he insatiable?
I gather the rest of my strengths and sit up. Crawling to him, I replace his hand with my hand and nudge him to sit back on the couch. He sits, spreading his legs. I don’t know for how long I pump his cock and suck him, but he lies his head back and moans while I do it until he finally comes, and his cock flattens in my hand.
I climb into his lap and cuddle in his arms. I think I fall asleep.
I wake up with a fresh sensation against my skin. I’m being placed in bed, naked. Fluttering my eyelashes, I recognize Richard, wearing just his pants. His lips capture mine, and I hug his neck, wanting more.
“Stay,” I beg him.
The mattress caves slightly under his weight. Our lips stop touching. There’s movement, but I’m too tired. His naked legs entangle with mine.
He took his pants off. Thinking about his naked body against mine turns me on. The slight burning in my pussy reminds me I’ve had enough for the day.
I should wash before sleeping.
My hand moves up and down Richard’s muscled chest. I probe lower and cup the half-engorged cock.
“Stop teasing, or I won’t let you sleep tonight,” he menaces with a husky voice, grabbing my wrist.
I moan a complaint, moving closer to him until I’m splayed on top of him with his cock poking against my thigh, and my breasts flattened against his chest.
“I just want to feel you close,” I tell him.
He kisses my forehead and caresses my back.
I am not in the most comfortable position, but it feels nice to have him against me. I’m not accustomed to this level of intimacy, but I can get used to it after such an amazing time together.
His hand slides between our bodies and plays with his cock.
I can’t sleep, painfully aware that he’s aroused.
My breath caresses his ear. “Do you have lube? I noticed you don’t seem to ejaculate like normal men.”
“Vampires don’t have semen. We ejaculate a few amounts of fluid that helps lubricate.” He reaches his arm to the nightstand and opens a drawer. That’s when I realize I’m not in my bed. Rolling down to my side, I watch as Richard rubs lube around his cock. Once he’s done, he pulls back the covers and slides his hand between my thighs. His fingers explore as they rub the refreshing liquid on me. I feel less tense as the lube alleviates the friction left with so much rubbing.
“Do you want to straddle me, or should we do missionary?”
“Missionary. Just make me feel good one last time before I fall asleep,” I request.
He moves on top of me, and I widen my legs to receive him. I shriek when he enters, but the lube helps to slide.
“Do you feel me inside?”
“Barely.” I giggle. “You put too much.”
“It feels better inside you without this, but I want you to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“It’s still nice, just keep moving,” I instigate him, grabbing his ass. “You have such a nice ass!”
He chuckles, flexing his ass muscles and thrusting faster. “Do you like this way?”
I moan in reply.
He glues our pelvis together while pushing deeper. “I don’t want to hurt you, just tell me to stop if you feel uncomfortable,” he whispers against my ear.
I move my head and search for his mouth, kissing him. “Don’t stop.”
Chapter SEVEN
Richard called him a library rat, but Antoine looks like the hottest library rat I’ve ever met in my life. Tall, slim, brown eyes, dark hair, and a dashing smile that can melt any woman’s heart.
Can one fall in love at first sight? Maybe it isn’t love. Still, one can be wholly enthralled by someone else and want to spend the rest of her life wanting to know more about him. It happened to me when I strolled inside the library and met Antoine.
After spending the afternoon listening to Antoine speak about his research, I am a lot more inclined to stay longer in this mansion. His voice is deep and sexy, his smile enchanting, and his face a masterpiece. If I’m willing to play Richard’s game and believe I’m their reincarnated mistress, I have no objections at Antoine also being my lover. He’s beyond dreamy.
According to Richard, Antoine’s also a vampire. I, for one, am glad to have found someone who shares my love for books, even if he’s more interested in the classics than the new contemporary stories. Either way, listening to him talk about art, history, and all the places he has been is more than enough to distract me from my incarcerated conditions.
Not that Richard isn’t a good enough distraction. Spending my nights with him is a whole new and enticing experience. Our kisses and his body occupy my mind often. Still, my days had been lonely.
After another night of hot sex with Richard and Simon’s cold treatment, I find myself the next day, searching the company of Antoine while Richard is away.
“Em!” Antoine raises his head from his reading material and smiles at me. The butterflies in my stomach flap crazily as I smile back at him.
“I wasn’t sure if I would find you here today,” I say as I walk to his side and look at what he is reading. “Why are you reading about the French Revolution?”
“Didn’t I tell you yesterday?”
I shake my head. “What?”
“I work as a content editor. I make sure to fact-check for accuracies in historical thriller novels.”
“Oh! That sounds…”
“Boring?”
“A bit, but also exciting. I love reading.”
He closes the book and gives me his full attention. “Did you come here looking for some reading material to entertain you for the day?”
“I came here to see you and maybe talk. I get bored in my bedroom.”
“Yes. There’s not much to do in this house. Didn’t Richard give you your phone back?”
“Yes, but there isn’t a lot I can tell my only friend about what’s happening here. I’m also bored of just stalking my social media feeds so I can see what others are doing to have fun.”
Antoine smirks again. “Do you want to help me with my work?”
I arch an eyebrow. “Do you think I can help?”
“You’re supposed to be here because your cover is to be Richard’s personal assistant.”
I nod. “Having something to do would be great.”
“Have you been reading the diaries?”
I shrug. “I tried, but the writing is hard to get into.”
“Still, they are important, so you know who you were.”
I blink and pucker my lips. “Do you also want me to remember you because you love me?”
His lips become a straight line. “I know you’re a new person. I don’t expect you to act like your former reincarnation. But it would be nice if we could all become a family like we used to be.”
I nod, a bit baffled by how normal this situation seems to him. “Aren’t you afraid that I might like Richard more than you?”
“Do you?”
I shrug, and the smile returns to his lips.
Sighing, I flip my hair back and ask, “How can I help?”
“You could help me find the books I need to do the research for this story. Are you interested?”
I nod eagerly.
For the next two hours, I work non-stop to help him and understand what he does for a living. It baffles me that a wealthy vampire like him would work for a living. Still, everybody needs a purpose in life. I, for one, love the fact that Antoine is so intellectual and nerdy.
“Wouldn’t it be easier if you googled this information?” I ask him as I sit at the desk, watching him take notes.
“Not all information online is true. That is why using physical books from reputable sources is important. Not every historian has the same version of the facts, either.”
I rest my cheek against my hand, amazed by his pretty cursive handwriting. “Were you alive when the French Revolution occurred?”
The corner of his lip curls up. “I’m not that old.”
“How long had I lived before I died?”
“Are you beginning to believe you were our mistress?”
“Richard seems to believe it. Don’t you?”
He looks at me. “You always enjoyed watching me work.”
I smirk. “Do you think I’m pretty in this life?”
He puts the pen down and pokes my nose. “Yes. You don’t need to feel insecure about your looks.” Resuming his work, he adds, “Richard seems to be fond of you. He’s been entertaining you during the night, hasn’t he?”
I feel my cheeks burn. “He’s nicer than I thought.”
“Richard can be a charming bastard when he’s interested. I hope you aren’t disappointed with me.”
“Of course not.” I meet his gaze. “I like intellectual men.”
He smirks. “I was waiting for you to accept your staying in this house before…” He waves around. “You know. Before I make my appearance and make you forget about everybody else with my stunning smile and smart conversation.”
I giggle. “I also like your sense of humor.”
His smile is as gentle as his eyes on me. “I’m glad you seem happy to be here.”
I nod. “I can’t be sad surrounded by so many books and a gorgeous man, can I?”
He shakes his head.
“I just hope I’m not distracting you,” I probe as he looks at his notes.
“You’re a distraction I don’t mind having every day,” he whispers in his sexy French accent that makes my insides burn with lust.
I enjoy flirting with him, and I don’t feel as nervous as when I first met Richard. Antoine seems so reachable; I forget he’s a vampire.
Watching him work is exciting. His focused face and the way he purses his lips while he’s thinking are sexy. I sigh in awe at him. I wonder when he’s going to make the first move and kiss me.
Antoine underlines a few more lines on the sheet and closes the book beside him. “I need another book. This one has incomplete information.”
I stand up. “I can help. I’ll put this back in its place and grab the other if you tell me the title and where I can find it.”
Raising his hand, he points out. “The Oxford History of the French Revolution by William Doyle. Same row as before. It’s a recent version, and I think the cover is brown.”
I snatch the other book and stroll between the shelves packed with books. It’s easy to store the book I’m carrying, but I take a bit longer to find the book he needs.
“It’s on the top shelf; I can’t reach it,” I complain as I jump for the book.
A gush of wind brushes my cheeks and makes my hair swirl. When I glance back, Antoine is behind me.
His hand reaches up. “You’re still short in this new body.”
I gulp as his chest presses against my back, and his other arm circles my waist.
He puts the book he wanted on top of others and leans closer, inhaling my scent. “Did Richard tell you to use this perfume?”
I shake my head. “It was my favorite of the ones in my powder room.”
He remains silent for a moment before he asks, “Do I scare you?”
I shake my head and turn around to face him.
His fingers run through my hair, untangling it. I secure my hands to the edges of the shelf so I don’t fall. His body in front of mine is trapping me against the shelves.
His hand cups my chin. “Do you find me attractive?”
I nod and gasp when he holds me tighter and brushes his nose against my neck.
“You smell divine, but I’m not going to bite you. You don’t need to be afraid.”
“I’m not afraid,” I assure him as heat coils below my stomach.
He darts his tongue across my jaw. I gasp with parted lips, eager for what’s coming next.
“It’s been a while since I’ve had a hot body against mine,” he claims.
That should scare me, but it doesn’t.
I close my eyes and surrender to his will. It’s not long until I feel his lips press against mine. Holding my hands to his arms, I press back, eager for more contact. The closeness between our bodies creates explosions of need and increases my longing as his tongue discovers my mouth, and his hands descend to my butt.
Things become wild as we deepen our kiss. My chest burns; my nipples hurt against the fabric, and my hands search for the muscles under his brocade jacket. His silky shirt feels soft under my fingers, but I long to undress him and feel his skin against mine.
With my back against the bookcase and him forcing his body between my legs, I lose all rationality and give in to the make out session. Our kisses are hungry and needy. I feel his hardness against my stomach, and I’m wet between my thighs, craving for him. I have no idea what’s going on. Being inside that mansion with these hot men tampers with my inhibitions.
Thinking about Richard only leaves me more aroused, but I’m also very attracted to Antoine, and I want him. Still, the place we are isn’t the most suitable for what I want to do with him.
“Maybe we could carry this to your bedroom,” I suggest as his lips stem down my neck, and his hands cup my breasts. He squeezes them, and I tilt my head back with pleasure.
“But this is our favorite place to make love,” he protests in my ear.
Gasping, I open my eyes to look at him. “What do you mean?”
“Just trust me,” he says before lowering his hands and pulling the hem of my skirt up my legs. The fabric rolls up around my waist, and he fumbles around with his pants. After undoing his belt, he pulls down his zipper.
I hold my breath as we look at each other.
His smile is naughty, showing me a whole side of him I didn’t know. “I see how you look at me. You want me, don’t you?”
I nod.
His hand slides up my leg, and his fingers press against my panties. “You feel wet. I like this.” He continues to caress my slit, and I widen my legs with want while nibbling on my lip. “I love the look on your face when I’m offering you pleasure,” he whispers as his fingers pull the fabric aside.
His other hand helps my leg circle his waist. Reaching inside his pants, he pulls out his engulfed cock and presses it against my inner thigh. It feels hard and hot. His hand guides his shaft to my pussy, rubbing the head against my core. My back crushes harder against the books, and I wish I were seated so I could spread my legs wider and have him inside me.
My hips sway with each teasing stroke of his head against my soft parts.
I’ve never had sex in such a peculiar place. It’s making me even more aroused. Especially since Antoine is sexy and his kisses are amazing.
I whimper when he impales me with a thrust, and my body goes stiff. He leaves his cock inside as my walls adjust to his size. Both hands seize my ass, and before I inhale deeply, he thrusts in and out, slamming hard against me.
I’m in heaven.
My body surrenders to his command, my boobs long to have his mouth on them, but I’m satisfied with his cock filling me in and sending me on a rollercoaster ride. I had no idea that I could feel so much pleasure without much foreplay.
I am wet, and Richard had done a fantastic job the night before. It seems the more sex I have, the more I want. I should be feeling guilty for having some other cock inside me, but I feel thrilled and daring. I hold on to his shoulders as I meet his thrusts and beg for more.
My eyes open wide. What if Richard comes in and sees us? Will he be mad?
The thought must have stirred me even more because I can’t hold it any longer, and I spasm around Antoine’s cock. He searches my mouth and swallows my moans of pleasure.
When I open my eyes, my legs are wrapped around his waist, and my arms snake his neck. His cock is buried in me. He moves his legs. I look down and watch him removing his shoes and leaving his pants behind. He strides to the back of the library where there’s a cozy nook against a wall.
Grabbing me in the air, his cock leaves my insides and stands hard in attention. He sits me on the bench, unties the laces on my corset, and pulls the top layer of the dress over my head. Then, he takes his jacket off and unbuttons his shirt, revealing his ripped torso with a dragon tattooed on his left side.
He’s gorgeous!
“This will take longer than I expected,” he says with a grin.
“Is that bad?”
“No.” He rubs his shaft as he looks down at my body. “Take off your panties and pull up the dress so I can see you.”
I obey, slipping out of my clothes and rubbing my nipples as I widen my legs.
He smirks, apparently pleased with my actions.
“What if someone comes in and sees us?” I ask him.
“Are you afraid Richard might be jealous?”
I swallow before nodding my head.
“You’re as much mine as you are his. He had you last night.”
I widen my eyes in surprise, and he smiles again.
“It’s my turn now,” he adds, lowering himself and kissing my lips.
His tongue swirls inside my mouth; his hands caress my stomach and cup my breasts. My pussy pulsates with need. Kneeling, Antoine scatters kisses on my chest and offers extra attention to my nipples, sucking and squeezing. I gasp again as a new orgasm builds below, and shivers run up and down my body. When his mouth travels down my navel and nestles between my legs, I moan over and over again as his mouth eats me up. He takes his time and then pulls back when I’m almost coming.
I grumble in protest, but he sits down and yanks me to his lap, nestling his cock between my legs as I descend and take it in. Straddling him, I ride him until I’m completely satisfied, and I repeatedly moan as the orgasm explodes between my legs and in my lower stomach. It’s intense how my pussy clamps around his cock and squeezes him until he also comes and groans against my breasts.
After a few moments of catching my breath and waiting for my body to stop trembling, I search for his mouth and kiss him. “This was insane.”
“I needed this,” he mumbles against my lips. Inhaling deeply, he squeezes my breasts and drowns his mouth against my cleavage. “You smell so good! I want to fuck you one more time before I let you go.”
His cock obeys his intentions since I feel it harden again.
He looks up. “Do you oppose?”
I shake my head.
“Good. Let’s change positions. I want to have you from behind.”
Gulping, I move from my sitting position. He gets up, and his arms surround my waist, pulling my back against his chest. His cock presses against my ass, and his hand cups my sex.
Antoine guides me to the position he wants, and soon, my butt slams against his groin as he pushes himself into my pussy. My hands rest against the bench so I hold on to that position. Still, I can’t deny how aroused I’m still feeling and how turned on for having him from behind. He’s gorgeous and sexy. I can’t have enough of him.
Chapter EIGHT
That night, dinner with Richard was great, as always. He was polite and asked me about my day. I didn’t know if I should tell him what happened between Antoine and me. Still, it seemed he had told Antoine what had happened between him and me the night before.
“Are you not hungry?” he asks.
I raise my head to look at him and smile politely. “Just slightly tired.”
Having loads of sex could be exhausting. What if he wants to sleep with me tonight? What will I do?
He drinks from his cup. “You look pale. Didn’t you sleep well last time?”
Blood rushes to my cheeks since he knows perfectly well how I had slept the night before.
“Maybe you should go for a walk in the gardens tomorrow,” he suggests.
I nod and drink water to clear my throat.
“I missed you today.”
His confession makes me cough, and I place the glass on the table.
He frowns. “Shouldn’t I say those things to you?”
“No. That’s not it.”
He gets up and strolls from his side of the table. After grabbing the chair next to me, he sits down and leans closer. “Did you miss me?”
I drown in his blue eyes and nod. “Yes.”
He comes closer, but I evade his kiss.
The lines in his forehead deepen. “What’s wrong?”
I purse my lips. Though I had showered for a long time, my body is still sore from all the sex I had with Antoine. “I’m tired. That’s all.”
“What did you do to enjoy yourself tonight?”
I chew on my lower lip before answering, “I spent time with Antoine.”
Richard grins. “Does he please you?”
I nod. Leaning forward, I lock my lips with his. “You also please me.” I whisper against his mouth, “I enjoy our time together.”
“I hope so, Em.” His eyes are calm and enticing. “It’s been a while since I want to make someone as happy as I want to make you.”
My heart flutters with his words, and I kiss him longer this time. Sighing, I share with him, “As much as I enjoy spending time with you, I’m not lying when I say that I’m tired.”
He grabs my hand and entwines our fingers together. “I understand. Still, I can prepare you a bath and massage you before putting you to bed.”
The proposition in his sexy voice is irresistible. “That would be great,” I confess with a sigh. “I’m sore.”
He smirks and pulls me closer. “Then let me take care of you. Nothing will happen that you don’t want, darling.”
I nod, persuaded by his smile and blue eyes.
I should have known better. Still, I regret nothing.
The bath feels great. His naked body is gorgeous, and I relax as he rubs my back and washes my hair. Once we are out of the bathtub, he dries me and massages every part of my body, rubbing oil and gliding his hands up and down my skin. My body surrenders to his care. My legs spread willingly as he rubs my inner thighs and uses his tongue to tease my pussy. It doesn’t hurt like I was afraid it would. He is gentle and only slides his cock into me when I beg him, completely mad with lust.
Richard is patient and takes his time, only pushing faster when he senses I’m about to come and need to feel him deeper to release all the tension.
Once we are done, I am so tired I close my eyes and nestle my body against his. I fall asleep between Richard’s arms as peace washes over me, and I smile, satisfied.
Chapter NINE
The next day, Richard’s gone when I wake up.
After having breakfast, I descend to the library and find Antoine at his desk.
The day before, he had told me he’d help me read the diaries of my other reincarnation, so I am bringing the first one down.
Antoine smiles when he sees me. I rush to his side and show him the book. He takes it and abandons it on the table. Grabbing my wrist, he pulls me close and sits me on his lap. His lips are on mine for a kiss, and I moan in ecstasy.
After the night with Richard, I had no idea how I would act with Antoine, but he doesn’t seem to want to forget what we did the day before. My body doesn’t want to forget either since I feel aroused in his arms.
I have to come to terms with the fact I have the hots for the two of them.
I gasp when he releases my mouth, and his hand caresses my stomach. I seize it and hold it against my chest. “We need to talk.”
“What’s wrong?”
“We need to tell Richard what’s happening between us.”
He smirks and shakes his head. “I’m sure he knows. We just want you to be comfortable with us. We don’t mind sharing you if you don’t mind either.”
“My mind says I need to choose, but my body doesn’t want to choose,” I confess.
“Your heart and body don’t need to choose. Tell your mind to just enjoy this.”
“I don’t know if I can have sex with both of you every day.”
He frowns. “There’s still Cole. Even if Richard kicked him out, Cole was one of your lovers too. What do you feel about him now? Do you want him to come back?”
I shake my head. “I like you, and I like Richard, but there’s something about Cole that displeases me. Plus, Simon is a lot more interesting than Cole.”
“Do you want Simon?”
Widening my eyes, I chew on my lower lip. “What?” What did I just say? Did I confess that I find my mute guard insanely hot?
“You can have Simon if you wish. We haven’t turned him yet because we are waiting to have you as our mistress again. We want you to turn Simon and make him part of our family.”
Antoine’s words leave me baffled. I can have Simon too? Again? Whenever I want? “But does Simon want to be part of our family?”
“Simon is Richard’s pet. He wants to be a vampire, and he’s loyal to us. You can have him if you fancy him. Do you want me to call him to join us here?”
“Join us for what?”
He grins and unlaces my bodice. “I want to play a bit before we read the diary.”
“You vampires are quite liberal,” I whisper out of breath.
“You were quite liberal, too, in your other life.”
“Well, I’m still adjusting to this in this life.”
His hand caresses my cheek and neck. “We’ll take the time you need to adapt to us being a family. Meanwhile, we’ll pleasure you in turns.”
“Okay,” I say as his fingers grasp my chin. I lower my head to kiss his lips.
He kisses me softly, teasing and exciting me. Whispering in my ear, he adds, “We’ll go to my bedroom today. I need a bed to do what I want to do to you.”
I gulp with his sexy menace.
“I like how confidant you are,” I confess.
“I live to serve you, mistress,” he says, snatching me in his arms and walking to the door. “Like Richard, I don’t want to lose you again. It has been too lonely without you, my love.”
Richard and Antoine’s attention and care are making it hard for me to ever want to leave this mansion. Still, I must keep my head sober long enough until I’m sure that all they are saying is true, and they don’t wish me any harm.
Having two gorgeous men showering me with attention is not something I’m used to. Sleeping with two sex gods either. It might be because of all the sex I am having, but I felt sexy in my skin.
Yet, I often find myself staring at Simon and checking him out. If he notices, he ignores me. He is a gorgeous man with green eyes, brown hair, and a ripped body. But I don’t know much about him. He is in the house to accompany me around and only disappears when I’m with Antoine or Richard. He hasn’t talked about our night in the garden, and I am sure he knows I’m bedding the two hot vampires.
Did he fuck me out of spite?
When I walk in the gardens, he watches from afar. He follows me around the house and waits for me outside the bedroom. When it’s time to eat, he serves my food. Simon is my shadow, and I want him to want me as much as Antoine and Richard want me.
Thinking about being here, I realize I have no contact with Mrs. Fable, who prepares my meals and takes care of cleaning the house. It’s a massive task for only one woman, but she takes care of it, even if I never find her with a broom or making my bed. The house seems to magically clean itself.
Simon is the only one here who spends time with me when the others are busy. Why isn’t he making an effort to be, at least, friends?
I tap my fingers on the table. “Your master is taking longer to arrive tonight.”
Simon looks at me. “He’ll be here.”
“I’m hungry,” I complain.
“I can serve you dinner. Richard doesn’t eat anyway,” he proposes.
“That would be great.” I sigh, twirling a curl around my finger.
Simon leaves the room and comes back after a while. “Mrs. Fable is reheating the food.”
I nod.
He moves closer. “Do you want anything else to drink?”
I shrug. “I’m not much of a drinker. Water’s fine.”
He lowers his head and moves back.
I try to make conversation. “How long have you been serving Richard?”
He raises his head. “Since I was sixteen. I’m twenty-six now.”
“Do you serve him because you want to be one of them?”
“I serve him because he saved my life. Being one of them is just to remain part of the family.”
“Why hasn’t he turned you?”
“He’s waiting for the right time.”
“When is that?” I wonder out loud.
“Now that you’re here, it won’t take long until I become one of them.”
I cover my mouth and yawn, feeling a bit tired. The afternoon had been intense, and I can’t help but smile with the memories of Antoine and me in bed. He is wild, and I should be feeling completely satisfied, yet I can’t take my eyes off Simon.
“You’re prettier in that body.” Simon’s words wake me up from my reveries.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve seen the paintings of your former self. She doesn’t look as pretty as you do. Master thought you’d look similar, but he seems pleased with your new body. He spends a lot of time in your bedroom.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Do you love your master?”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you fancy men instead of women? You sounded a bit jealous just now.”
He shakes his head. “I like Master because he’s kind to me, but I like women.”
“Hum.”
He purses his lips and adds, “You know that.”
I flutter my eyelashes at him with an innocent face. “What do I know?”
He clenches his jaw. “You seem to be having fun with both of them.”
I stare at him in the eye. “Does that bother you?”
He shakes his head. “I like to watch.”
I choke. “W-what?”
“I enjoy watching you having sex.”
Before I can say anything else, his phone buzzes, and he looks at the screen. “Master will be arriving later.”
“You should go get my food,” I tell him.
He nods, turns around, and leaves.
While I wait for him to return, I fumble in my seat, unsure if I want to know the answer to my questions. Knowing Simon might have watched me with Richard or Antoine bothers me. He doesn’t want to fuck me again, but he likes to watch me fuck other men. That’s odd.
A few moments later, he enters with a plate and places the food in front of me.
I look at the food and then at him. “Have you eaten?”
He nods.
“Do you want to sit beside me? I don’t like to eat alone.”
He sits down next to me, and I look at the plate again, suddenly not that hungry.
“Are you curious?” he asks.
“About what?”
“I said I liked to watch you. Aren’t you curious to know when I watched you?”
I cut the steak. “I’m more curious to know why you’re saying these things. Is this a test? Is Richard testing me to see if I’m faithful to him?”
He shakes his head. “Master has nothing to do with this.”
“Then why are you telling me this?”
“I thought maybe you’d want me to replace Master tonight.”
I frown at him. “What do you mean?”
“Like last time in the garden.”
I chew as I think about his words. “You think I fucked you because I didn’t have the chance to fuck Richard?”
“Didn’t you?”
I smirk. “It’s been days since it happened, and you never cared to talk about it. Now you’re bringing up the subject. I wonder why.”
“I told you. Master won’t be here to entertain you.”
I glare at the plate. “If you want to bed me, you should show interest in doing it because you’re horny for me, not because I’m free tonight.” My eyes meet his. “You’re an idiot.”
He frowns. “I thought you didn’t want to talk about it.” Arching an eyebrow, he adds, “I’m not a vampire or one of your former lovers.”
“But you are my lover,” I tell him. “I had you.”
“And, you discarded me.”
“I don’t remember that,” I say while I put another piece of meat in my mouth.
His hand touches my knee. “I remember everything.”
His touch reminds me of how his hands are big and impatient. “Do you want me?”
He doesn’t answer.
I swallow hard. “It’s a simple question.”
He removes his hand from my knee and averts his gaze.
Putting my silverware aside, I get up, upset, and storm to the door. “I’m not hungry. I’m going to bed. Or to fuck Antoine!”
Before I reach the door, Simon’s arms are around my waist and pulling me against his hard body.
I lower my voice. “Do you want me or not?”
His voice is husky in my ear. “Yes.”
I smile at his confession. “Was it so hard to confess?”
One of his hands moves to my breasts and the other to my pussy. My body surrenders to his arms, and he plays his fingers between my legs. “I can only belong to the family if you want me too. You need to sire me.”
“Hum.” My mind stirs with his words. “You’re afraid Richard won’t let you stay here if I don’t like you.”
“I don’t want to leave.”
Unhappy with his words, I grab his hand to stop him from touching me. “Then, you’re just selling your body to me.”
His hand seizes mine and pulls it back. “I want to fuck you. Be still.”
I clench my jaw as his hand clutches the fabric, pulls it up, and descends to my panties. “Tonight, you’re all mine.”
Unwilling to free myself from his hold, I sway against his hand. “I already have two dead-drop gorgeous vampires into me. It’s hard to believe you might also be into me. You were a prick the other night.”
“I liked it,” he claims. “You liked it.”
“I don’t know why it happened,” I assure him.
“I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“You’ve been ignoring me!” I complain.
“You’re so pretty.” His cock rubs against my butt. “I want you to moan with me like you moan with them.”
His crude words leave me baffled. “Did you really watch me with them?”
A soft chuckle feathers my ear. “Yes. I enjoy watching it. I told you.” His hand moves inside my panties and strokes my pussy lips. “You make me hard. I’ve been hard for the last few days since you arrived here.” He rubs his sex along my ass. “Richard is busy. I can please you tonight. Do you want me or not?”
“Why would I?”
“Was the night we spent together so forgetful?”
“It was a few minutes, not a night.”
“You didn’t want more.” His fingers probe deeper into my sex. “Fuck! Let me have you. You’re wet. I can feel it. I’ll be gentle this time.” The hand on my breasts squeezes harder. “A vampire mistress should have at least three males to protect and care for her.”
“You could find some other vampire woman to join her harem.”
His hand grabs mine, and he places it over his hard-on. “My cock gets hard for you. I don’t care about the other vampire women.”
I chuckle at his bold move and his lack of tact regarding how to seduce a woman. Still, I can’t deny my pussy pulsates for his cock. It’s massive and hard. Instead of pulling away, I slide my hand up and down and watch as he inclines his head back and moans with pleasure.
“When we fucked, it had been a long time since I had a woman,” he grumbles. “Master doesn’t allow me to leave the house and look for company.”
I turn around and push for him to sit down on the chair. “You need to learn how to be more patient with a woman.”
He grasps my hand and brings me to my knees. “You seemed to like how impatient I was.”
“You’re pleasant to look at.” I keep feeling him up and down.
He unbuckles his belt and spreads his legs. “I like how tight that dress looks on you.”
I smirk as I stare at the bulging member inside his pants. It’s a waste to leave this man without sex. He’s fit and large. His muscles swell in his shirt, and I can see his sexy midriff tense as his shirt rides up his torso. “I like how big your cock is.”
Moving my hand up and down isn’t enough. I need to move closer and check the rest of him. I crawl between his legs as I unzip his pants. He looks down but stays still. His eyes burn with desire as my hand digs into his shorts and pulls his cock out.
I wet my lips as my mouth approaches his head. My tongue licks the tip, and his shaft trembles inside my hand. I hold it tighter, and his hips move with need.
“I won’t tell Master,” he moans. “If you still want to keep it a secret.”
“Once we do this, I’m your master,” I tell him, swallowing the need to laugh at my words.
Simon takes me seriously, though. He nods, and his hips thrust forward to meet my mouth. I open wide and swallow him. He moans so loud I have to stop and glare at him for him to be quieter.
“Do you want us to get caught?” I ask.
He shakes his head, and I smirk. I’m freaking wet by now. His need and the danger of what we’re doing turns me on. I want him so bad!
I suck his cock a few more times, caressing his balls in the process. Before he can come in my mouth, I let go and unbutton the rest of his shirt. His hands try to grab me, but I push them back.
“Be still. I’m calling the shots here. You said you liked to watch, then watch me.”
He nods.
I brush my hands along his ripped torso, enjoying his muscles and the softness of his skin. “You’re really handsome. Do you work out?”
He nods again.
I spread kisses down his torso and stomach before moving up and kissing his mouth. It’s plump and soft. I’ve missed how our lips move together. He replies to my kisses with eagerness. I sit on top of him, and I keep kissing him while rubbing his cock between my thighs.
“Does a vampire body feel different than mine?” he asks with closed eyes.
“It’s all flesh and hard-on,” I reply, nibbling his earlobe. “You just feel a bit warmer.”
“Can I eat your pussy? You seem to enjoy that when Antoine does it.”
“I enjoy it when it’s Richard, too.”
“Which one do you like best?”
“I enjoy them both.” I move my hand down his chest and grab his rod, pressing it against my slit. My panties are the only thing preventing him from slipping inside me. “They are both very different, but I don’t think I can choose if they ask me.”
“Do you like me?”
“I enjoy your body. You also kiss well.”
“I want to feel you naked against me,” he shares.
“I like how well behaved you are,” I tease against his neck. Nibbling on his shoulder, I add, “We can try without clothes next time.”
He bobs his head, his hands forgotten along his body.
I get up and remove my panties. He opens his eyes to watch me.
“You can touch me now if you want,” I tell him as I grab my skirt and straddle him.
His cock is extremely hard and jolts when my pussy rubs along it. Though I tell him he can touch me, he only grabs himself and places his shaft against my entrance. He tilts his head back with a moan when I slide down on him and take him in.
I moan back as his cock fills my constricted pussy and it adjusts to his size. Large and really hard. His hips start thrusting, and his hands grip my waist, controlling all the movements.
“Yes! Yes. So tight!” he mumbles, enjoying himself.
I look at him, enthralled as he pushes into me and makes my breasts bounce up and down.
My pussy enjoys this way too much because, after a few moments, heat coils between my legs and my groin pulsates with each thrust and rub of our sexes together. When his hand squeezes my breast, I sob a bit in pain. He squeezes again and pushes the fabric down, freeing my boobs.
He’s not gentle. His mouth is eager, slurping my nipples and swallowing them. It’s painful but good at the same time. His movements are rushed, thrilling me.
He gets up with me and sits me on the table. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he keeps fucking me harder and harder. Sweat forms on his forehead and mine. His hands rub my breasts as our groins slap against one another. I’m sore, but he fucks on, and I beg him to continue.
I don’t care if anyone can hear us or not. I don’t care if Richard comes in. If he does, I’ll ask him to join us. At this moment, having two men at the same time sounds perfect.
“Harder,” I beg Simon as he locks his groin against mine. “That feels so good. You’re so big and hard.”
His hand cups my sex, and his finger rubs my clit. I moan louder and sway faster. He pushes deeper and deeper until my body shatters into an orgasm, and I gasp for air. He comes moments after, semen spilling inside me.
I incline my head back, recovering my breath. “Shit! We should have used protection.”
“Don’t you take the pill?”
I nod. “It’s strange to feel semen inside me, though.”
“Vampires don’t ejaculate,” Simon mumbles as he pulls out. “We must wash, so they don’t find out what we did.”
I frown.
“They can smell me on you if we don’t wash properly,” he clarifies.
“Oh!”
He steps back and fixes his clothes.
“Are you regretting it again?” I probe.
He looks up with red cheeks and wide eyes. “I’m not regretting. This was great. I didn’t think you’d be willing to let me fuck you again.”
“I let you fuck me the first time. You just need to ask when you want it.”
He nods.
I pull his arm and wrap my legs around him. “You’re a handsome man. Don’t you know that?”
“Master and Antoine…” He pauses and runs his fingers through his hair, looking around with a confused expression. I let him go, and he buttons up his shirt. His hands tremble while he does it. “Let’s keep this a secret.”
I stand up from the table, pulling my dress down and fixing my skirt and bodice. “I haven’t eaten yet,” I say as I look at my plate, barely touched.
“I can warm it up again if you want.”
I shake my head. “The cook might find it strange if you go there looking like that.”
He rubs his face and tries to fix his messy hair. I look at him from head to toe while my sex still throbs, and my legs feel weak. We just had sex, and I am craving for him again. “Are you sure Richard will be arriving late tonight?”
“Yes. He’s in a meeting.”
I slide my finger down his sexy torso. “Do you want to shower in my bedroom?”
His eyes grow bigger as he faces me. “Y-your bedroom?”
“If you watched me like you said, you know I’m not happy with just once.”
He swallows hard.
I look at his cock. “You seem ready for another round.” He takes too long replying. “Are you going to ignore me again?”
He shakes his head. Scratching his forehead, he confesses, “You are the second woman that I have had sex with. I don’t know if I made you enjoy yourself.”
His confession baffles me. “Really?”
He nods.
“I’m no expert. Before Richard and Antoine, I only dated two guys, but I had a lousy sexual life.” I move closer and touch his chest with an open hand. “We can teach each other how to fuck.”
He arches an eyebrow. “You seem to know what you are doing.”
“Richard and Antoine are great lovers, but they do a lot on their own. They like to tend to all my needs.” I pause and look him up and down. “Maybe I need someone a bit greener in this department to learn a few tricks so I can please them and you. What do you think?”
He nods without hesitation.
“Shall we take this to my bedroom, then?”
Grabbing my wrist, Simon rushes out of the dining room, and we follow the corridor and climb the stairs, only stopping in front of my door. Once we enter the bedroom, Simon throws me on the bed and closes the door with the key. Padding to the bed, where I’m seated, he reaches down and shreds my dress to pieces.
I grab his hands to stop him. “What are you doing?”
“I want to see you naked.”
“The dress comes off.”
“I like this way better,” he claims as his hands let go of mine, and he tears off the bodice and exposes my breasts.
“You’re a bit weird.”
“This turns me on.” He rips the dress down my legs and exposes my body. Before I can move, he pushes me back and stares at my panties trapped between the folds of my pussy. He leans down and smells me. “You smell of sex and cum.” His finger dips inside me, followed by the tip of his tongue. “I like how you taste.”
I shiver, unsure if it’s a good idea to let him inside my bedroom. He frightened me when he began to shred my clothes, but my body disagreed when his tongue licked me, and his finger probed me.
He stops what he’s doing and looks up. “Am I doing it right?”
I sigh and move my hips in tune with his finger.
“You seemed to enjoy this a lot the other day. I wanted to taste you again.”
“It feels nice,” I hum, eager for more. “Just pretend you’re eating an ice-cream.”
He stops completely only to pull my panties down my legs and throw them behind his back. Then, he kneels and massages my inner thighs. “Your skin is soft.”
I moan in agreement and place myself comfortably in the bed. His lips follow a path up my legs until his head nestles between my legs. He licks and swirls his tongue along my slit, turning me on and making me sway against his mouth. Then, he fucks me with his tongue and sucks deeper and deeper until I come against his mouth.
“Shit!” I gasp out of breath as my body convulses.
I have no time to recover. Wiping his mouth against his sleeve, he undoes his pants, slips them down his legs, and steps out of them. He also removes his shirt while looking at me with a look of whom hasn’t finished what he started. It’s hot and a bit threatening. He might be submissive to his master, but he isn’t submissive in the bedroom.
“There’s something I’ve always wanted to do,” he says with an enigmatic stare.
“What?”
He takes my arms and pulls me up from the bed. His lips press against mine, and we kiss.
Simon mumbles against my mouth. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?”
“Yes.”
His hand rubs my back and descends to my butt, squeezing it. “You have a nice butt. You have nice tits, too. I like a woman with curves.”
He kisses me again, deeper, longer. I’m still dizzy from the kiss when he sits me on the bed, turns me around, and holds my arms crossed behind my back.
“What are you doing?” I ask, looking back.
“Don’t move. Let me take control,” he requests while rubbing his cock. With one knee, he spreads my legs and kneels between them. His cock brushes between my cheeks.
“Not there,” I protest.
“Hush.”
I try to release my arms. “I’m not finding this amusing. Let me go.”
His hands release me, and he grabs my butt and spreads my cheeks. His cock presses against my entrance. “Just relax and enjoy. They say it’s tighter from this position.”
“W-what?” I shut up when his finger pushes inside me.
He teases a bit before replacing the finger with his cock. He’s gentler this time as he fills me in and moves forward without coming out. It feels incredible, and I relax.
I sway back to meet his thrusts while he keeps moving deeper and deeper, putting pressure in the right places. My pussy ignites with fire, and I want this sensation to last longer.
Fisting my hair, he pulls my head back. “Do you still want me to stop?”
“Shit, no,” I protest, fully aware he’s now in total control of the situation. He turned the tables, and now I am his sex toy.
Sally would never believe me if I told her that I had three gorgeous men to sleep with every night and day. She had ogled Simon. If she knew I’m fucking him right now, she’d be jealous.
“What are you thinking?” he asks, rubbing the back of my neck and relaxing my muscles.
“My friend Sally wanted to fuck you the other night.”
“So?”
“Did you fuck her?” I wonder.
“No. Do you want me to do that next time?”
I sneer. “No. You’re mine. I don’t share.”
He chuckles. “I’ll be happy only to serve you.”
“Keep rubbing my back, I like that,” I request, and he obeys.
A moment later, he groans. “I don’t think I can last any longer. You’re really tight.”
“If you move faster, I’ll come too,” I assure him.
His body falls against my back, his hands push against the mattress as he uses his lower body to thrust faster behind me. His cock between my legs and his groin molding against my butt feel like perfection. It doesn’t take long until I convulse around him, and he spills his seed inside me.
Once he’s done, he lets go of his body weight on top of me, nestling his head against the crook of my neck. His breath caresses my skin. “This was better than the first time.”
“As much as I enjoy having you on top of me, you’re a bit heavy,” I explain.
He chuckles and rolls to the other side of the bed. His hand covers my ass and rubs it. “Let’s rest before showering.”
I moan, tired, and turn my head to look at him. He’s stroking his shaft up and down, and I curl in bed and watch his gorgeous figure with interest.
“What?” he asks, noticing me checking him out.
“You’re handsome. I like to look at you.”
He offers me a boyish grin that makes the butterflies in my stomach ignite. “I like to look at you, too.”
I move closer, and he pulls me against his body. “I want to fuck you again.”
“I know.” I look down at his engorged cock. “Let me just rest for a bit. I think Richard left some lube in the drawer.” I sigh and nibble on my lower lip. Extending my arm, I grab his cock. “Let’s have a shower. I want to wash you and jerk you off.”
He frowns, but gets up and takes me in his arm, moving to the bathroom.
There’s something wrong with me. I can’t get enough of any of them. It’s going to be another long night, and I can’t care less if I am not able to walk the next day.
Chapter TEN
I was wrong. Having too much sex isn’t just exhausting, it’s also hard on my muscles. My body hurts like the first day at the gym. As much as I enjoy having sex with them, I need a day off. Keeping three men happy is a hard feat, especially when they are often hard themselves.
The next day, I escape Antoine’s attempts to lure me into his bed, and at dinner, I tell Richard I want to sleep earlier that night. His hungry kisses feel wonderful, but I’m exhausted and need a good night’s sleep.
Once I go to my bedroom, I lock the door and shower. When I’m done, I wrap myself in the towel and enter the bedroom, ready for bed.
I’m surprised by the figure waiting for me.
“Jesus! You scared me. What are you doing here?” I ask Simon, who stands inside my bedroom with widened eyes.
He remains silent as I circle around him and pad to my bed.
Spinning around, I request, “I need to get dressed. Could you leave?”
“I’ve already seen you naked.”
I huff. “True, but I was hoping for a quiet night. Not looking for sex with anyone.”
He narrows the distance between us. “You barely looked at me today.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“Are you ashamed of what we did?”
I blush. “Of course not. But you are three, and I’m just one. I need to rest sometimes.”
He tenses his jaw. “I missed you. I want to kiss you.”
I rub my forehead and blink. “I’m tired, Simon. We can play tomorrow.”
“You kissed Antoine and Richard.”
The lines on my forehead become deeper. “Are you jealous?”
He nods. “I want you to love me like you love them.”
I wave in protest. “I lust for them. It’s too soon to talk about love.”
“They love you.”
“Because they think I’m their dead mistress reincarnated.”
“I didn’t know her, and I also love you.”
“Y-you. You barely know me to say that,” I complain.
“We made love.”
“We fucked.”
“We didn’t just fuck. I wanted you to feel good too. I care about you,” he protests.
“If you care about me, you’ll let me rest tonight. I’m tired and a bit sore.”
His eyes roam down my body. “I want to sleep with you, then.”
“Sleep in the same bed?”
He nods. “No sex. Just sleeping together. I’ll massage your back like you enjoy, so you can sleep better.”
I nibble on my lower lip, unsure if I could resist him. I am sore, but I am already dreaming about taking off his clothes and having him between my legs. It had been difficult to resist Richard and Antoine. Having Simon in my bed wouldn’t let me sleep better because I always get extra horny for him. Still, the look in his eyes disarms me. I had enjoyed spooning with him the night before.
As much as I enjoyed myself with Richard.
Can I really handle the three of them? What will Antoine and Richard think if they find out I’m sleeping with Simon? Will they punish him?
“This is dangerous. Richard might need you or come to my bedroom at night,” I explain.
He shakes his head. “He has paperwork to take care of. Plus, I’m working during the day. This is my time to sleep. He won’t need me until he wakes up in the afternoon.” He moves closer, and I step back. “Just sleeping.”
I sigh, thinking about Antoine. I’ve never slept a whole night with him. I’d like to spend my nights with him too. I’m sure we’d have a lot to talk about. Our relationship would be more than just sex.
“What are you thinking?” Simon asks.
“You’re hot, but I have no idea if we have things in common,” I reply.
He smirks and places his hand on my shoulder. “Let’s just start with the physical attraction and work from there.”
“What do you mean?” He moves his hand, and my towel falls around my legs, exposing my naked body. “Simon!”
His arms circle around my waist and pull me closer. “I’ll need you naked if I’m going to massage you.”
“You also need oil.”
“I know. But I’ll start now with some parts I didn’t give proper attention to last time.”
I inhale sharply. “Which parts?”
He grabs me in his arms and lays me in bed. “Your breasts, your shoulders, your back, your lips.”
I gulp.
His breath caresses my ear before his lips touch my throat. “No fucking tonight, just nibbling and sucking.”
I moan in protest, but it’s pointless because my body is already aroused by his words and longing for him to touch me.
When his hands grab my breasts, and his lips spread havoc down my chest, I know it’s going to be another long night.
Simon is still sleeping when I wake up. My limbs feel sore, and I feel horny because there was a lot of foreplay but no penetration the night before.
I rub Simon’s back, and he protests.
I’m not sleepy, and I know it’s still too early to get up. Sighing deeply, I take a quick shower and put on a silky robe to wander the house.
As much as I miss Richard, I don’t want to interrupt his sleep. Plus, there’s someone else I long to be with this morning. I follow the path to Antoine’s bedroom. Without knocking, I enter and slip into his bed. He doesn’t wake up, and I stare at him for a few moments. He’s stunning and looks extremely serene while sleeping.
I stroke his face as I recall all we’ve talked about while in bed and outside the bed. He’s the one I feel understands me better.
“Em, what are you doing here, darling?” he asks through narrowed, sleepy eyes.
“I missed you.”
He smiles and reaches for my body.
I snuggle next to him and inhale his scent. “Are you still sleepy?”
His lips curl up. “Do you want some morning sex?”
“Not just sex. I also want to chat with you.”
He beams. “I’m surprised you didn’t go to Richard’s bed.”
“I can’t always be with him. You need me too.”
He kisses my forehead and the tip of my nose. “I do.”
“I can just stay here, watching you sleep if you’re not in the mood.” I sigh. “You’re really nice to watch.”
“You’re cute. Let’s cuddle first,” he mumbles, bringing me closer and untying my robe. “You came prepared,” he teases as his hands caress my breasts and stomach.
“Don’t I smell nice too? I put on your favorite perfume.”
He spreads kisses along my collarbone before covering my lips with his. “I should wash.”
“You smell fine,” I protest. “I just want to be close to you.”
“Having you naked in my bed just turned me on,” he says with a husky voice. His lips tease and nibble as his hands mold my breasts. He presses his hard-on against my leg. My hands leave his hair to help him pull down his boxers.
There’s no need for words. As our kisses become hungrier, Antoine moves on top of me and nestles himself between my legs. His cock finds my entrance easily and slides effortlessly. I moan in ecstasy with each thrust. He’s always gentle, and our bodies seem to fit perfectly.
After a few minutes of pure bliss, I shatter between his arms and gasp for air. When he’s done, he pulls me into his embrace, and I fall asleep against the crook of his neck.
It feels warm and safe. Just like home.
Chapter ELEVEN
I get bored without anything to do around the mansion. I could read the diaries, but Antoine is busy with his work, and I don’t want to bother him—or distract him.
Simon hovers around me like a lost puppy, waiting for a cuddle. He’s hurt for waking up alone in my bed. I shrugged his jealousy off since I don’t need that kind of drama. Plus, today, I want to spend more time with Richard. I feel we grew apart for the past days since I’m giving more attention to the other two, and he’s been arriving late from work.
Once I arrive from my stroll in the garden, I find my way to his office and peek inside. He’s on a phone call and waves me to enter.
The female voice on the other side grumbles. “You need to decide. It’s been fifty years already. I’ve waited long enough.”
Padding to a sofa, I sit down and fix my dress as I listen to the conversation.
“I know,” Richard assures her. “But this time, we are sure.”
“You either find yourself a new queen, or you’ll have to start your own harem. The same goes for Antoine. Cole has already moved on.” The woman pauses, then adds with a mellifluous voice, “You know I’m happy to accept you in my harem. You’ll be safe with me from the hunters.”
“I only have a mistress,” Richard promptly replies.
“Your mistress is dead. Your family was killed. There’s only three of you left. We are stronger in a group. It’s just a matter of time for the hunters to find you and kill you like they did to your mistress in the past.”
Richard clenches his jaw. Breathing deeply, he replies, after a moment, “I just need a few more days to prepare my new mistress. Antoine and I will sire her and teach her our ways.” He looks at me, and I face his gaze. “She’s all we ever wanted. Our family will be complete soon enough.”
“Are you going to feed her the old queen’s blood?” the female asked. “The more ancient the blood, the strongest she’ll be.”
“I appreciate your concern, Sovereign Queen. I’ll contact you if I need your help.”
“Very well. You have five more days and not a day longer.”
“See you soon,” Richard says, hanging up.
I frown at him. “What was that about? Why did you call her queen? Is she the queen of all vampires?”
Richard leans back in his chair and inhales deeply. Rubbing his temples, he explains, “Sovereign Queens are district queens who supervise the regular queens of groups of vampires. Each group has a ruling queen who sires companions to keep her safe.”
“How many companions did Victoria have? I thought it was just you, Antoine, and Cole.”
He shakes his head. “We were three of her consorts, but she had other lovers. Males she sired to join our family.”
“Then, in a group of vampires, there’s just a ruling female?” I sigh. “That looks like a lot of work to keep all those men happy.”
Richard grins. “A queen also has ladies in waiting. They can take lovers who will be part of the family and act like foot soldiers to protect the queen and her knights.”
“How many vampires can be part of a group?”
“There are families as big as one hundred. Bigger than that will be complicated to feed and control.”
I lean forward. “How big was Victoria’s family? The Sovereign Queen just said there was a massacre. You never told me what exactly happened.”
“I told you she died by the hands of the hunters.”
“But you didn’t say others also died.” I get up and walk to his side.
He turns his chair to look at me as I slip between his legs.
Lowering my head to meet his eyes, I ask, “Will she force you to join her family if you can’t convince me to stay?”
“Yes. Or she’ll kill me. Solo vampires aren’t tolerated.”
“Why didn’t you join her before? It would have saved you a lot of trouble.”
His hand reaches up and touches a loose curl. “I only have a mistress and a love.”
I grin. “Are you saying this so you can convince me? Is that why you let me listen to the conversation?”
“Maybe.” His fingers rub the crook of my neck and slide down my cleavage. “Even if you don’t want to be with me, you need to think about Antoine. He’ll die if you don’t become one of us and claim him.” His fingers brush my nipple. “Think about Simon. You fancy him, don’t you?”
I narrow my eyes at his words. Does he know? “What about Simon?”
“He’ll be killed if I’m killed. He won’t be sired by another because he’s loyal to me.”
I reach down for my skirt and sit down on his lap. “There’s more to life than wandering around a mansion, having sex, and eating.” My hands cuddle his cheeks. “Plus, I know nothing about how to rule a vampire family and deal with all the bureaucracy that seems to come with the job.”
“All this will be yours if you become our mistress,” Richard reminds me. “I’ll teach you how to be a vampire queen and how to increase the numbers in our family. I’ll step into a minor role if you love another male more than me.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Really?”
“You seem to enjoy spending time with Antoine. Maybe you like him more than me.”
I smirk. “Are you jealous of the time I spend with him?”
“I wish I had more time for you. I have a lot of things to take care of so that nothing happens to you. Even if you don’t want to become a vampire, I’ll make sure you live a comfortable human life.”
I ponder about his words, feeling the inviting warmth between our bodies. “Apart from needing blood, vampires breathe and act like humans. They have a pulse and a body temperature. Still, sunlight is bad for you.”
“We don’t endure extreme temperatures. It burns us. But we can go out in the sunlight if the rays aren’t too strong.”
I peck his lips and place his hand on my breast. “Didn’t you miss me?”
“You told me not to bother you last night.”
I grin. “And you were extremely obedient.”
“I understand a human female can’t have as much sex as a vampire queen.” He clenches his jaw. “You feel hot down there.”
“I missed you,” I tease against his mouth. “That’s why I came here. I want you to spend time with me and put your duties on hold.”
His hand squeezes my breast, and he talks against my ear. “Are you sure you don’t want Simon to keep you company?”
I slide my hand down his navel and touch his shaft. He’s not hard, and I pout. “Don’t I turn you on anymore?”
“I’m upset at you.”
“So, you deny me sex?”
He nods.
I grab his hand and remove it from my breast. “Will you hurt Simon?”
“I see the way he looks at you. Do you want him to fuck you?”
“I might.”
“More than me?”
I shake my head. “You’re special. You know that.” Kissing his cheek, I press my breasts against his chest. “I feel safe with you.”
“I don’t want you to hide anything from me,” he grumbles, holding on to my shoulders and forcing me to look at him. “Do you understand? If you want Simon, you can have him. But you need to be sure you’re ready to face the responsibilities of accepting us as your eternal lovers.”
I nod and bite my lower lip. “Simon is your protegee. I’m sure you want him to continue to be with us, don’t you?”
He nods.
“If I accept him in my bed… and sire him, would that be okay?”
“We need to build a strong family. Simon is loyal, and he’ll be a great knight if you accept him. But it’s your choice. Knights don’t force a queen to take a lover if the queen doesn’t want them.”
I shiver on top of him and rub myself against his crotch. “I’m horny for you today, but I’ll say this before we stop talking.” I inhale deeply, continuing to sway as his hands slip the sleeves of my dress down my arms. His hands cup my breasts, and his face drowns between my cleavage. My nipples peak, and desire explodes between my thighs. “I don’t know what type of relationship you and Simon have, but I know he likes you more than he likes me. He wants to be part of our family, but he’s loyal to you, not me.”
“We don’t have a sexual relationship,” Richard assures.
“Do you also fuck men?”
“I’ve experienced both, but I like women more.”
“Simon likes women and men. I see how he looks at you.”
“Lately, his attention is only on you,” Richard counters.
“Maybe we should try the three of us,” I suggest.
Richard raises his head to look at me. “Would you like that?”
I nod. “Would you oppose?”
He shakes his head. “I’ll do anything to please you.”
I sway my hips on top of his hard-on. “We still have a few more days until I have to decide. Still, I’d like to try different things. I’m having fun.”
His hand slips into his pants, and he removes his cock. I get up and remove my panties, leaving them on the floor as I straddle him and descend into his shaft. His cock throbs inside me, and I giggle as I ride him. My hands rest on his shoulders, and his hands play with my boobs.
“You’re so hot and tight. I love it.” Richard moans with closed eyes.
We make love slowly, letting the passion take control of our movements. It feels wonderful to have him inside me while he’s kissing and massaging my boobs. His moans are enticing. I enjoy offering him pleasure and feeling his orgasm rippling up and down his cock when he comes.
Once we are done, I slip my panties into the pocket of his jacket and sashay my hips to leave his office with a huge grin on my face. “I’ll let you work now.”
Still high on the bliss of the orgasm, I stroll down the corridor to my bedroom when a door opens, and Simon grabs me by the arm and pulls me inside a dark room.
“What are you doing?” I gasp as he shoves me against the wall.
He doesn’t answer. His hands pin my arms above my head, and his tongue finds its way inside my mouth. Trapping me against the wall, he presses his body against mine. I can feel his engulfed sex against my stomach.
“Were you watching?” I ask once he releases my mouth.
He speaks against my ear. “I heard your moans.”
“Are you jealous?”
“Just horny,” he replies, lowering his hand and pulling my skirt up my legs. “Where are your panties?”
I giggle and spread my legs when his fingers brush against my pussy.
“Are you going to deny me today?” he asks.
I place my hand on his cock and rub. “Do you want me to suck you?”
“No,” he grunts. Stepping back, he seizes my arm, turns my back to him, and pulls the skirt up, exposing my ass.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I glimpse behind.
“I like this way best,” he says with his cock in his hand as he strokes his length.
His body towers me. He crouches slightly to find my entrance, and his cock impales me from behind. I’m on my toes as he shoves it in and out. My face rests against the cold wall, and my arms try to hold my balance. Still, his cock is big enough to make this work, and I can’t stop moaning and begging for more after a few seconds of adjusting to his size.
He thrusts fast and grabs my ass to maneuver my lower body to his will. My pussy shudders with need. I just had sex, but I’m craving more now that I have his cock inside me, waking up places that weren’t woken before. His impatience and need turn me on. His groans make my heart pound faster. I push myself harder against him, longing for release.
Once it’s over, Simon sits on the floor, out of breath.
I fix my clothes, craving for a shower, but I decide to sit down next to him and have a talk. “Are you in love with Richard?”
His eyes grow bigger as he faces me. “W-what?”
“Do you want to fuck me because Richard also fucked me, or do you really like me?”
“I like you. It feels amazing when I’m with you.”
I purse my lips. “I think you only look for me because you’re jealous when I’m with Richard.”
“I also watch you when you’re with Antoine.”
I frown. “Do you like men or not?”
He shrugs.
I arch an eyebrow. “You don’t know if you like men? Do you want to have sex with Richard when you see us together?”
He averts his gaze.
I cup his chin. “You’re hot. You’re a gorgeous man. It’s no shame if you like men. We’re in modern times. Homosexual relationships are accepted.”
He inhales deeply. “I’ve always thought I liked women. My first time was with a vampire female. It was great, but nothing extraordinary.” He pauses and glimpses at me. “It’s much better with you.”
“I enjoy you, Simon.” I caress his face. “But I need to know the truth.”
“I’ve always liked to watch. It turns me on, and I’ve had a few opportunities to watch when Richard brought women home to share with Antoine. They like to have the same women at the same time. But they never touch each other.”
“Tell me more,” I say.
“Richard loves you. He loves Victoria with all his heart. But a man needs to blow some steam from time to time. He used the women for sex and fresh blood. But he never got attached emotionally to any of them. On the contrary, he often fell into depression while drinking too much and calling for his mistress.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
“Richard… It wasn’t his fault.”
I frown. “What wasn’t his fault?”
He averts his eyes again, and his face becomes slightly red.
“Simon, what are you hiding from me?” I insist.
“Master likes to drink to mask his pain. Sometimes he has no idea of what he’s doing.” He gulps. “One night, he drank too much and began crying for his lover. Antoine couldn’t console him, and he gave up and went away. I was left behind. I don’t know what happened. One moment he was crying, the next he was calling for Victoria and kissing me. I tried to push him, but he kept kissing me until I replied to his kisses.” He fists his hands with a shy expression. “One thing led to another, and he went down on me and sucked me. It was strange, but I liked it. I came in his mouth, and then I sucked him. He fell asleep once it was over, and I put him in bed. The next day, he acted as if nothing happened. He never talked about it.”
“Did he try to do it again?”
He shakes his head. “I tried. I tried to kiss him when he was drunk another time, but he pushed me away.”
I mull over his words. “One can’t force another to like us back. Maybe Richard made a mistake, and he’s ashamed. I talked to him about you today. He’s okay with us having sex and you joining the family if I want to sire you.”
Simon stares at me with hopeful eyes. “I’ll do anything you want me, mistress.”
“Maybe it’s best if you go away for a while.”
“Why?”
“You’re in love with Richard. I’m not sure if it’s healthy to continue around him if he doesn’t love you back the way you want to be loved.”
“I also love you,” he protests.
“Only because you believe Richard loves me, and you want to stay next to him, even if you have to have sex with a woman.”
He shakes his head and then pauses. “You’re right. First, I was jealous of the time you spent with Richard and the attention he gave you. But I like to watch you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was jealous, but I understood why Richard liked you.”
“When we… In the garden…” I pinch my lips, unsure if I should ask.
“You’ve been all over me. I got hard for you,” he says, lowering his eyes to his hands. “I didn’t want to like you.”
“You did a great job showing me that,” I complain.
He looks up and kisses me. “I was upset about finding you beautiful.” He cups my face. “I was jealous and horny when I watched Richard fuck you.”
I remove his hands and point at the wall. “You just fucked me against a wall after I had sex with Richard. Did you imagine it was him and not me? Was that why you wanted to do it from behind?”
He grabs my wrists and pulls me closer. “I fucked you against a wall, and you let me, and enjoyed yourself. You just had Richard’s cock inside you, and you still didn’t refuse mine.”
I watch his serious face with interest. He was a fine specimen of a man. Totally hot when he grabbed me like that, but he’s also as fucked up as me when it comes to feelings. “Did you fuck me because Richard’s cock was inside me or not?”
He speaks low and husky. “Richard didn’t fuck you yesterday and before, and I still went to look for you. I licked you all over and made you come against my mouth. Would I do that if I were thinking about Richard?”
“Maybe you just want to steal the one he loves to teach him a lesson for rejecting you.”
“Maybe I just find you hot, and I get bored and horny in this mansion without anything else to do,” he counters.
I free myself from his grip and lean back. “Maybe I’ll let you stay for a while, but you’ll have to learn your place and learn how to please me. Not the other way around. I’m your mistress. You do what I want.”
He clenches his jaw but eventually nods.
“You won’t get near Richard unless he wants it,” I warn.
“What do you care? You aren’t even sure if you want to stay here and make us a vampire family. You just like the attention of the men on you.”
I get up and dust the back of my dress. “I’m going to read one of Victoria’s diaries.”
Simon reaches for my hand. “Mistress, just don’t break the master’s heart. He’s been the happiest I’ve ever seen him these past days. He’s busy making sure you’re safe if you want to become a vampire.”
“I’m going to take a shower. You should also take one. In your own room,” I say, letting go of his hand and exiting.
Chapter TWELVE
The conversation I had with Simon dampened my happiness and left me with a lot of uncertainties. I try to read some pages of one of Victoria’s diary, but it is too formal and dull to continue. She barely speaks about her lovers. She is more interested in talking about all the conspiracies and all the gossip inside the Vampire Courts. No mention about how she met Richard and how much she loved any of her lovers.
Did this woman have a heart of stone?
I facetime Sally to know how she’s doing and the latest gossips in town, but she is more intrigued about what I am doing. She also wants to know if Simon has asked anything about her, and if he had a day off so she could stalk him.
“Simon likes men,” I say so she would stop thinking about him. As much as I like Sally, Simon’s with me, and he won’t give her the time of day.
“Oh, my God! Does that mean he’s Richard’s lover?”
“No. Richard likes women.”
“How do you know?” Sally asks with furrowed eyebrows.
I giggle.
She shrieks. “Did he make a pass on you? Have you kissed? Did you shag him? Please tell me you shagged him. That man must be a god in bed.”
I make a serious face. “I’m here to work not to play.”
She huffs. “Sure, a few days ago, I didn’t even know you had applied to work in the Heavenly Mansion.”
“I got lucky.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Lucky.”
“Sally, I might be off the radar for a couple of weeks.”
“What do you mean?”
“Mr. Heavenly likes to travel, and I might have to go with him.”
“What do you do as a personal assistant? Do you prepare his meals, have his clothes ready, wash his back?”
I giggle. “You have an active imagination.”
“You never talk about your work.”
“It’s confidential.”
“Hum.” She pouts. “Oh! Jason has reappeared. Can you believe this?”
“Jason?”
“The high school former quarterback.”
I shrug.
“The jerk who drools all over you when he comes to buy beer with his girlfriend.”
I roll my eyes. “What about him?”
“He went missing five days before Halloween. Now, he has reappeared and, it seems, he has no memory of what happened to him. His car was found completely destroyed at the end of the ravine. It’s super close to your home. Sometimes you go home on foot. I think your car was in the mechanic that night. You were lucky not to be there when he had the accident.”
“But is he hurt? Did he get lost? Why would he be gone for so many days and just show up now?”
“I have no idea,” Sally replies. “But everybody thought he’d be dead once the car was found.” She pauses and puckers her lips. “Do you remember if you saw him speeding down the road when you went home that night?”
“I have no memory of anything extraordinary happening on my way home,” I assure her.
“I remember you had a scratch in your arm the day after he was gone.”
“Huh?”
“You said you fell.”
“Sally, do you think I was the one hiding Jason all this time? Let me guess, I somehow saved him and locked him up so I could make him fall in love with me.”
“You’ve been in the Heavenly Mansion for over a week now. You wouldn’t be able to do that. Plus, your new boss is way hotter than Jason, and a lot richer. Just remember me when you marry him.”
I chuckle. “I miss you. This isn’t fun without you. Well, it’s fun, but it could be a lot more fun with you here.”
“Doesn’t he need anyone else to work for him? It would be better than working in this stupid store with late-night shifts.”
“I’ll let you know if I find out about any job opening,” I tell her. “I should hang up now. I have a few things I still need to do before having dinner with Ric... Mr. Heavenly.”
Her surprise voice echoes. “You get to have dinner every night with your boss?”
“And eat Mrs. Fable’s food. She’s an amazing cook.”
“I’m even more jealous now.”
“I’ll call you some other time. Have a nice day.” I wave goodbye and turn off the video call.
A soft knock on the door makes me sit up. “Who is it?”
“Simon.”
I groan, “What do you want?”
“I brought you dinner.”
Frowning, I get up and open the door. “Why? I’m perfectly capable of going downstairs.”
Simon’s eyebrows shut up when he sees me. He wets his lips. “Hum, Richard had to leave. He’s not keeping you company for dinner. I thought you might want to eat in your bedroom.”
“Where did he go?”
“He had to take care of something important.”
Since I keep staring at him in silence, he asks, “Can I come in?”
I snatch the tray from his hands. “You don’t need to come in.”
I use my foot to close the door, but Simon stops it from banging. “We need to talk.”
Without ceremonies, he gets in and shuts the door. Removing the tray from my hands, he strolls to the nightstand and places it there. Then, he takes a seat on my bed and pats the empty space beside him.
Glaring, I fold my arms under my chest and shake my head.
“Don’t be stubborn and sit by my side. We need to talk.”
“I think you made it perfectly clear how you feel about me.”
He arches an eyebrow. “How do I feel?”
My lower lip trembles, and I hesitate. “Y-you don’t like me. You just used me.”
He purses his lips before running a hand through his hair.
I tap my foot on the floor. “Well?”
“Em.” His jaw tensed. “I shared with you something personal that I hadn’t told anyone before.” He breathes in deeply. “I’ve been following around you like a lost puppy for days. I told you that I like you. How can you say that I don’t?”
Nibling on my lower lip, I unfold my arms and step slowly to his side. “Sometimes I think you don’t want me here.”
His hand grabs my wrist. “I wasn’t thrilled when Richard found you, but you turn me on every time you look at me with those big blue eyes. I want to kiss you every time you pout and giggle” He pulls me close and wraps an arm around my waist. “Don’t be mad at me.”
“You hurt me when you said that I just want to have sex with you and them, and that’s why I’m here.”
“Isn’t it?”
“Sex is fun, but I also like to spend time with you. I enjoy talking about books with Antoine. Richard is dreamy, but he also seems a nice person. And then there’s you… you’re infuriating but…” I inhale deeply. “I like you. Do you think I’m not jealous?”
“Jealous about what?”
“You like Richard more than you like me.”
He lowers his head and kisses my collarbone. “Maybe in the past, now I’m jealous of the time you spend with them and are not with me.”
My voice comes out fragile and low. “Do you promise?”
He raises his head with narrowed eyes. “What do you want me to promise you?”
“Do you promise that you like me?” I cup his face. “Can you promise me that you are having sex with me because you want me and not because of some twisted revenge?”
“I promise,” he answers.
I move down my head to kiss his lips. “I don’t like to be mad at you, Simon.”
I keep kissing him, sitting on his lap and surrounding his neck as our tongues entwine, and our lips caress with passion. A tingling feeling washes over my body with the closeness between us and our kiss. The first times we kissed, we felt hungry and impatient. Our kisses have changed. Simon is tender, and the position of his hands on my hips tells me that he’s in no rush to do more than kissing.
His fingers imprison my chin, and he breaks our kiss. “Em, you should eat before it’s cold. We have lots of time to kiss tonight. Richard isn’t coming home.”
“I don’t like that we have to hide,” I confess. “It was fun, but Richard doesn’t deserve that we hide this. We aren’t doing anything wrong.” I open my eyes and encounter his green ones. “He said that I could have you?”
“When?”
“Today, when I met him in his office. Do you think he was testing me to see what I said?”
He shakes his head. “Richard wants you to stay. He’ll do anything to make you happy.”
I flutter my eyelashes in deep thought. “I’ll tell him about us once he comes back. I won’t let him get mad at you.” I trap his lower lip between my teeth for a few seconds before adding, “It’s not your fault.”
“I let it happen.”
“I’ll take all the blame. I don’t want him to get mad at you.”
Simon smiles. “Why?
I press my lips against his forehead. “You’re mine. I want you as much as I want him.”
Pressing me tighter against him, he hides his face against my cleavage. “I want you, Em. But I owe Richard my life. If he’s jealous and tells me to leave, I’ll have to obey.”
“Richard said that he wants me to be happy. You make me happy.”
“You make me happy, too,” he mumbles, inhaling my scent. “But Richard is my family. You know that, don’t you?” He rests his head on my chest.
My heart speeds up with the notion that they might be killed if I don’t want to be their queen.
Simon’s hand cup my left side. “What’s wrong? Why does your heart beat so fast?”
“I’m afraid of what might happen to you if I decide to leave.”
His arm hugs me tighter, but he doesn’t speak.
Caressing his head, I ask, “What are you thinking?”
“You don’t owe us anything. Even if you were Victoria, you have a new life, a new body, and a new personality.”
“Victoria was rich, sophisticated, and a powerful old vampire.” I clench my teeth for a few seconds. “This house is amazing, my wardrobe is gorgeous, but…” I breathe deeply. “I don’t know what to feel. Yet, I feel selfish.”
“Why?”
“I like you. I like Richard and Antoine. But I have a family, friends.” I pucker my lips. “At least a close friend.”
“You won’t need to abandon them if you decide to stay here with us. You have plenty of time before they suspect that you aren’t like them anymore.” He angles his head to look at me. “Richard and Antoine are wealthy. Part of Richard’s fortune will be yours, and you can use that money to make your family’s life more comfortable.”
I stroke the hair away from his forehead. “Do you want me to stay?”
“I want to be with you.” His eyelashes flutter rapidly. “I’ll tell master what’s happening between us. You won’t need to feel guilty about us if I tell him that I…” he nibbles on his lip.
I caress his cheek and smile. “I feel defenseless when you look at me like that.”
“Why?”
“I’m not sure, but I feel the need to protect and make love to you until my heart stops hurting.”
His lips touch mine for brief seconds. “The other day, Richard asked me if I like you.”
“Why?”
“He says my heart beats faster every time our eyes meet.”
“What did you tell him?”
“I shrugged and changed the subject.”
Groaning, I slap his shoulder. “You should have told him that you like me.”
He shakes his head with sad eyes. Grabbing my wrist, he turns my hand and kisses my palm. “For a long time, I despised Victoria for dying and leaving Richard alone.”
“It wasn’t Victoria’s fault.”
“I know.” He swallows dry. “Loving someone as much as he loved her isn’t healthy. I thought it wasn’t.”
“I know she’s gone, but I’m jealous of her.”
“You don’t have to,” he assures me.
“Richard and Antoine love her so much that they waited all this time to find her reincarnation.” I purse my mouth and add, “Then there’s Cole.”
“Cole’s a jerk.” His face transforms from serene to upset. “You should stay away from him.”
I caress his cheek. “Relax. He’s not taking your place in my bed. It’s you I want, not him.”
“This is more than jealousy, Em. He’s dangerous.”
I frown. “Does this have to do with what happened to your family?” I inhale sharply. “I know we just know each other for a few days, and you don’t need to tell me all your secrets. I have secrets of my own. Still, I can imagine that it must have been something awful…
He covers my lips with two fingers. “I don’t like to remember what happened,” he says. “But Cole wasn’t involved. The hunters were to blame, not the vampires. Maybe someday, I tell you but not tonight.”
“I understand.”
“I don’t want to ruin this moment. I want to spend the night with you.” He rests his chin against my chest. “Let’s stop talking about the others. I want to talk about happy things, share music that I love with you, and play games if you want.”
I smirk mischievously. “Games? What sort of games?”
He snorts. “Whatever games you want, but I thought you might want to get to know me. I want to know more about you. Besides your favorite books, flowers, food, and that you love chocolate.”
I giggle. “You know all that?”
He nods. “You intrigue me. Women don’t normally look at me when they come here to be with Richard.”
“What do you mean? You’re gorgeous. Are they blind?”
He shrugs. “They assume that I’m no one important and…”
Cupping his head, I pull him up and kiss him. “You’re important to me,” I speak close to his mouth. “I don’t care what happened here before I arrived. All I care about is that we found each other, and we like each other.”
He nods. “You’re also important to me. So, we’re using this night to talk, have fun watching tv, and you’ll eat because you can’t skip meals.”
“Have you eaten?”
“You know I did.”
I pout. “For once, it would be nice to have a meal with you by my side. Richard doesn’t eat. We could share meals since we’re the only humans here.”
“Mrs. Fable is also human.”
“Are you sure?”
He grins. “Well, she has magic, but witches are humans with powers. They still need to eat food.”
I shriek when he grabs me in his arms and sits me on the bed.
“Eat while I’m going to fetch my computer. I’ll also bring drinks and popcorn so we can watch a movie. Okay?” He caresses the hair away from my face.
“Okay.”
He kisses my forehead before exiting the bedroom.
Chapter THIRTEEN
In the morning, the mansion is always extra quiet. When I wake up early, I go down to the kitchen and eat breakfast before occupying one of the cozy living rooms with a huge TV set. I enjoy catching up on my series while painting my nails.
“You woke up early today,” a soft voice with a French accent says from behind the couch.
“You’re also up early.”
“Last night, I went to bed alone and had to resign myself to simply sleep,” Antoine grumbles, circling the couch and sitting next to me. With a grin, he adds, “Today is my day off.”
I put down my nail polish and blow on my nails to dry faster. “I’m surprised you have a day off. You’ve been in the library every day since I arrived here.”
“Richard said that we should give you the maximum freedom and not overwhelm you with our presence, so I didn’t stop my projects. Still, I hope I also showed you that you could disturb me when you needed it.”
I grin and look at him. “You’ve been very accommodating.”
“Do you want help reading Victoria’s diaries?”
I shake my head. “I’m taking a day off too.”
He beams. “Do you want to spend your day with me then?”
“Don’t you have plans for your day off?”
He shrugs. “I was hoping that you’d be free to be with me since Richard is away.” He looks around. “Simon isn’t up yet?”
I avert my eyes and resume the painting. “I don’t think so.”
“Hum.” Leaning closer, he asks, “Do you want help with that?”
I frown and glance at him. “Have you done this before?”
He shakes his head with a cheeky smile.
I snicker. “I think I’ll do it myself, then. I’m almost done.”
Sighing, Antoine leans back and opens his arms over the couch. “What are you watching on TV?”
“A show I enjoy. Do you want to watch something else?”
“I was hoping to watch a few soccer games.”
“Soccer? Are you a fan?”
“Yes, of course. It’s the best game in the world.”
“Debatable,” I mumble.
“I was born in Europe, darling. Simon also enjoys a good soccer game.”
“What about Richard?”
“He likes tennis more.”
“Hum.” I wave my hands a few times to dry the nail polish and lean back, watching Antoine. “I like hockey.”
“It can be too violent,” he says. “I was hoping you’d joined me in bed last night.”
“I was tired. I used last night to recover my strength.”
I glance at him and witness his smirk.
Nibbling on my lip, I wait a few seconds before asking him, “Do you know when Richard comes back?”
“Are you missing him already?”
I shrug. “It’s nice to be here with you, too.”
“I’m sad, though.”
“Why?”
“You haven’t kissed me since I arrived.”
I grin and show him my hands. “I’m waiting for the nail polish to dry.”
“Then, you’ll kiss me and cuddle while we watch your shows?”
My smile widens. “Of course. I’d love to cuddle with you.” I move closer and pucker my lips. He leans forward, and we kiss.
“I’ve missed you. It’s been lonely when you’re not with me,” he whispers, caressing the hair away from my cheek and placing a strand behind my ear.
Looking him in the eye, I memorize his handsome face and wonder how my heart can beat so fast every time I’m with any of them.
He frowns. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“You’re handsome.”
Antoine grins and pecks my lips.
“I’m only human, but I don’t forget about you. Don’t worry, okay?”
He nods and kisses my forehead. “It’s been lonely for a long time, Em. I’m still getting used to the fact that we might have a new queen to serve.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever asked you if you were okay with me being here.”
His eyebrows knit together. “Do you have to ask that? Do I seem displeased with your presence?”
“You and Richard believe that I’m Victoria. But you need to fall in love with me, not her. Do you understand how different I am? Do you love who I am, or do you love the idea of me being Victoria?”
“Do you think I didn’t ask myself that same question?”
“When you kissed me in the library, you said…”
His lips cover mine, preventing me from speaking. “I kissed you because I wanted to. I keep kissing you because I want. It has nothing to do with you being or not being Victoria’s reincarnation.”
Butterflies swarm in my stomach. “Then, I please you?”
“Of course.” His fingers play with a strand of my hair, twirling it around them. “You’re a beautiful and sexy woman. I enjoy the time we spend together. I enjoy our conversation. I love the way you laugh and how you moan when we’re making love.” His fingers brush down my cheek and grab my chin. “I’m ready to serve a new queen. Do you want to be my queen?”
My lips curl up, and I rest my arms on his shoulders. “I still have a few days to decide, but you know you make me happy, don’t you?”
“Does that mean that you’re willing to spend your time with me today?”
“There’s just you, me, and Simon in this house. I’m sure we can find something to do.”
His eyebrow arches. “Simon?”
“Didn’t you say he also enjoys watching soccer?”
He nods.
“He can sit with us while you watch your game, and I read a magazine.”
“Why?”
“I want to spend time getting to know you.”
“Why do we need Simon in the middle?”
I lower my head and whisper in his ear. “I can’t stop thinking about doing anything else but take off your clothes and have you here when we’re together. A third element will calm me down.”
His hand brushes down my neck and cups one of my breasts. “I like your idea.”
I grab his hand. “Let’s see how long we can control ourselves.”
He pouts but eventually nods.
Placing his hand against his chest, I add, “We’ll do everything you normally do when it’s your day off with the exception that I want to have lunch and dinner together in the salon like a family. I don’t like to eat alone. Do you oppose it?”
He shakes his head. “I’ll do everything you want.” With a grin, he whispers huskily, “My Queen.”
I kiss him passionately, enjoying the warmth between our bodies. It’s difficult to leave his arms, but I manage to get free and get up.
Antoine secures my wrist. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to get some snacks and invite Simon to join us so we can watch TV together. You can choose whatever you want to watch.”
He lets go of me, and I rush to the kitchen.
For the next hours, Simon, Antoine, and I have fun watching soccer games while they try to explain to me the rules. It’s hopeless since I’m not a huge fan, but I enjoy being in the middle of them and hear them rant at the players as if they can listen to them.
After lunch, we go to a games room that I had no idea existed, and Antoine decides that he will teach me how to play table pool. I’ve played before, but I suck at it.
The amount of touching involving in teaching me is a turn on. Feeling Antoine’s body against mine while I can sense his hard-on leaves me hot and bothered. Nevertheless, I can’t pretend that I don’t notice Simon’s jealous gaze on us. He had stolen a few kisses while Antoine wasn’t around. I see how Antoine looks at Simon, and I know he caught me a few times staring at him while he played. Antoine isn’t stupid, so I’m sure he must have noticed Simon pleases me.
I am playing with fire, I know that. Still, it’s thrilling. My inhibitions have been reduced. Having two guys, who want me, around me turns me on. I can’t stop feeling wet every time Antoine’s body covers mine while he guides my hand to hit the cue stick against the ball. It comes with no surprise when Simon leaves the room to grab us some drinks, and Antoine decides to have his way with me on the top of the pool table.
I move my hips against his thrusts as fast as I can while he holds his hand around my neck. I have my eyes on the door when Simon arrives with the beers and squints his eyes at us. He’s mad.
My eyes close, and I moan louder as Antoine shoves himself into my tight pussy. It’s too good for me to want to stop. I’ll talk with Simon later. Besides, he said he liked to watch.
When we are done, and my breathing returns to normal, we leave the games room and find Simon sitting in the living room, drinking a beer and watching a documentary about old castles.
Antoine moves to the couch and sits next to Simon, grabbing one of the beers. “I love this documentary. It’s really informative.” He pats the space beside him. “Sit here, Em. Watch this with us.”
Antoine seems unfazed by the fact that Simon caught us. Maybe he didn’t notice, but the beers should indicate that Simon decided to sit there while Antoine and I played a different game.
Maybe Antoine doesn’t care.
I move slowly but eventually sit next to Antoine. His hand falls on my leg. “Don’t be shy, Em. I’m sure Simon has watched us having fun before.”
My cheeks turn red, and I glance at Simon. He stops drinking his beer and puts it back on the table.
Antoine turns to me and whispers in my ear. “You wanted to get caught. Don’t pretend you didn’t.”
“I didn’t,” I protest.
He grins. “Simon pleases you.” His finger covers my lips before I can protest. “Spend time with him. I’m going to my bedroom to shower. I’ll join you for dinner at 7 o’clock.”
Antoine gets up and disappears in the corridor before I can say anything else.
“What just happened?” I ask Simon.
Simon shrugs. “I stopped trying to understand him a long time ago.”
I move closer to him on the couch.
He glimpses at me. “If you were going to fuck Antoine, why did you ask me to join you to play pool and watch TV?”
“I wanted to spend time with you too. You’re as much alone as I am in this house.”
He clenches his jaw. “Do you know how it was for me to see him touch you without being able to do the same?”
“I couldn’t touch you either, and I wanted to.”
His face relaxes, and he blinks a few times.
I grab his hand and bring it against my chest. “When is Richard coming back? Do you know?”
“Why do you care?”
“I’m going to tell him about us.”
“He said that he’d be back tonight.”
“Then tomorrow, you won’t need to pretend that we aren’t…” I swallow without ending the sentence.
“In love?”
“I care about you, Simon.”
“I care about you, too.” He nibbles on his lower lip. Rubbing his forehead, he exhales as if it’s painful for him to breathe.
“Are you mad?”
He pulls me closer. “Yes, but it serves me no good.”
I smirk.
“Do you enjoy seeing me, jealous?”
“It turns me on.” I sigh and whisper huskily, “Everything about you turns me on.”
His bad temper disappears from his face, and he squints. “Antoine told you to spend time with me.”
“I know.”
Simon grabs my arms and brings me into his embrace. “Then, it’s my turn to have you. Here.”
I swallow a shriek of surprise as his lips crash against mine. Sitting on top of him, I reply to his need with the same passion and commitment. The notion that he’s horny for me after seeing me with Antoine and being mad at it turns me on. Yet, if I must confess, there’s little that I’d deny to Simon. He’s sin reincarnated, and I can’t get enough of him.
Later that night, I was replying to my mom’s text message when someone knocks on my bedroom door. “Who is it?”
“Richard.”
The answer makes my heart pound faster. I sat up and put my phone down. Fixing my hair, I clear my throat before saying, “Come in.”
My breathtaking lover enters my bedroom.
I beam at his gorgeous sight. “Hi.”
He forces a smile and sits close to me in bed.
His serious expression alarms me, and I flutter my eyelashes at him. “Is everything okay?”
He inhales sharply. “I feel guilty for not having time to be with you.”
Air enters my lungs, and I relax. “Is this because of your trip?”
He nods. “Yesterday, I didn’t have time to say goodbye, but something important happened, and I had to leave right away.”
“It must have been important.”
“It was. But I can share with you what happened. Do you want to know?”
I nod. “Of course.”
Richard purses his lips before telling me what’s bothering him. “Cole tried to acquire the vial containing Victoria’s blood. I had to leave immediately and retrieve it.”
I furrow my eyebrows. “Why did he try to do that?”
“He’s no happy.”
“Because I asked you to send him away?”
Richard bobs his head and takes my hand in his. “You never talked about him again.”
I shrug. “You never talked about him, either.”
Nibbling on his bottom lip, he sighs. “I know he was…inappropriate, still…”
I shake my head. “I don’t want to see him. There’s something about him that doesn’t resonate with me.”
“Em…” he pauses and averts his eyes. “I do not doubt that he was a jerk, and he didn’t leave the best first impression, but maybe you could…”
I shake my head slowly this time. “He thinks he can do anything he wants because I’m weaker and a woman. Victoria might have liked his type, but I loathe men like him.”
“Very well.”
I remove my hand from his and rest my palms on his chest. “You don’t like him either. Besides, there’s something else that I want.” Smiling, I lean closer with a soft gaze. “I missed you.”
“Antoine said that you were entertained.”
I pout. “Still missed you.”
He places a strand of hair behind my ear. “I missed you too, Em.”
Smiling, I lean back and clear the bed from Victoria’s diaries, placing them on the nightstand.
I crawl to the middle of the bed and pat the space beside me. “You could join me to watch a movie, and we could talk.”
He frowns. “Antoine told me you spent the day chatting and watching TV.”
“Maybe, but it wasn’t with you. I missed you.”
His hand reaches for my ankle, and he rubs it. “Have you been reading Victoria’s diaries?”
I frown at his question. “Is that what you’re worried about?”
“Not worried, simply curious.”
“Not today. But Antoine has been helping me. There are a lot of terms I don’t understand. I’m reading the most recent ones since the language is closer to modern English.”
He nods, and his fingers keep rubbing my ankle.
“Do I need to know who Victoria was so you like me more?”
Frowning, he stares at me.
“Is that the only thing that matters to you?” I ask him, unable to hide my jealousy.
“You matter to me.”
Fisting my hand against the comforter, I mutter, “She doesn’t talk about you or Antoine.”
“Not in the last few diaries. But she loved me. I know she did.”
“I don’t want to be her,” I warn him.
“You don’t need to,” he says, calmly.
My voice shatters with angst. “Then, why did you go to get the vial of her blood?” I don’t give him time to answer. “You said that you weren’t going to force me to drink her blood and activate her memories. You said that to your sovereign. Have you changed your mind?”
“No. But I don’t want Victoria’s blood to end up in Cole’s hands. I don’t trust him.”
I frown at his words even if his justification calms me down. “Why did you tell him that I was Victoria’s reincarnation? You could have kept that to yourself and Antoine. He didn’t need to know.”
“He would eventually know. Victoria or not, if you want to be our queen, you’ll need to face the court and accept the sovereign’s trials. Margaret and the rest of the court will accept you better if they think you’re Victoria.”
My mouth drops open and my eyes widen. “Does that mean you want me to read her diaries to learn how she thinks and how to be her?”
“They are helpful for you to understand my world and what she went through.”
I huff. “She seems coldhearted. How could you love such a person?”
He shakes his head. “She wasn’t. For the last few years of her life, Victoria was worried about what was happening in the Vampire Courts. There were too many uprisings before Sovereign Queen Margaret took control over our district.”
“When you mention district, what does it actually mean? How big is a district?”
“Queen Margaret rules over all the USA. There are other queens ruling over other countries and the smaller courts.”
“So, that vampire woman is extremely powerful,” I mumble. “How many lovers does she have?”
“Last time I checked, around twenty.”
I gasp. “Does she have sex with all of them?”
He smiles. “I’m sure she does. Maybe not at the same time.” He chuckles when my eyes widen. “They have designated days to share the Queen’s bed.”
I frown. “Why does she want you if she has so many lovers. She can probably have anyone she wants?”
He purses his lips and sighs deeply. “Margaret always covets what she can’t have.”
I squint at him. “Do you fancy her?”
He shakes his head.
“Wouldn’t you be more powerful if you were one of her lovers?”
He shrugs. “Probably. Her lovers supervise and enforce the laws, but she already has many of them, and things can become dangerous in a vampire family with too many lovers.”
“How so?”
“Some queens incite them to fight amongst themselves. The winners have their rank upgraded and more days in the queen’s bed. Margaret is ruthless when it comes to her knights. She only wants the strongest and deadliest.” He grabs both of my feet and places them on his lap. “I’m not a sanguinary beast. I like peace and quiet. I just want to protect my queen and make her happy.”
Musing about his words, I ask, “What if you’re wrong, and I’m not Victoria’s reincarnation?”
“The witches say it’s you. You also like to wear your former clothes. Your blood smells like a drug to me. Your taste is addictive to my palate. That only happens when there’s a bond between us.”
“Would you still want me even if you found out I’m not Victoria’s reincarnation?”
His gaze fixates on my face, but he says nothing.
“You wouldn’t even look at me again, would you?” I insist.
“Do you love me?” he counters.
I purse my lips.
“You have sex with me,” he says as if he’s accusing me of using him.
“People have sex all the time with people they lust. I’m sure vampires are like that too.”
“Do you love Antoine?”
“We have things in common, and I find him rather interesting,” I answer. “I also find you interesting. It’s too soon to talk about love.”
His hands rub my feet.
My body shivers with the massage. I love foot massages. Closing my eyes, I lie back and relax.
My heartbeat increases with his next question. “What about Simon?”
I stare at him. “Are you jealous of him?”
“You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?” Richard asks. “Long before I told you that you could have him.”
“It happened.” Blinking and leaning forward, I question, “Are you mad?”
He sighs deeply. “I shouldn’t be mad because you’re supposed to want to stay here with us. If you like Simon and are enjoying yourself with us, I should be happy.”
“You don’t look happy.”
“I wish you didn’t hide it from me.”
“I was going to tell you tonight.”
He arches an eyebrow as if he doesn’t believe me. “When?”
“Once it was the right time.”
Nibbling on his lower lip, he gazes at me with pensive eyes.
I brush my fingers against his cheek. “Don’t be mad, Richard. I also want you.”
“I know I said that I’d step down if you loved someone more than me, but… Em—”
I peck his lips. “My desire for you hasn’t changed. My feelings for you have increased. Don’t doubt that.”
His eyes are pools of a serene sea, but I know that there’s sadness floating in his mind and tightening his heart. My hand rests over his heart.
“What are you thinking?” I ask him.
He averts his eyes, and his whispered voice reaches my ears. “I wish I were your first option when waking up in the morning. Still, the other day, you went looking for Antoine, and you spend all your free time with Simon.”
Seeing Richard jealous stirs strange emotions inside me. Yet, there’s no denying that as much as I like Richard, I also like Antoine and Simon.
“Richard, you’re amazing. You don’t need to feel jealous of them,” I assure him.
Once again, his voice comes out vulnerable when he questions, “Did I do something wrong?”
I kneel and move closer to him. My hand cups his cheek. “Of course not.”
“You spend a lot more time talking with Antoine than you spend with me,” he complains.
“You have work to do.”
“I don’t want you to think that I’m… I want you to open up with me. I don’t want you to keep secrets from me.”
“Are you mad because I slept with Simon and didn’t tell you?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to send him away because of that?”
He squints his eyes. “Should I?”
I shake my head. “No. I want him here with us.”
He clenches his jaw. “I’m not blind. I notice how you look at each other.”
I avert my eyes from him and sat back. “I can assure you that I was going to talk to you about him tonight. I don’t want Cole, but I want Simon.”
His fingers wrap around my legs.
“I’ll be mad if you do something to Simon,” I add.
“I’m not going to do anything to Simon. He’s family, and I love him.”
I glimpse at him. “Why do you look mad, then?”
“Not mad, simply worried and slightly disappointed. Maybe you like Simon more than you like Antoine and me.”
“Of course not,” I gasp.
His palm caresses my heel. “Yet, it’s been a while since we are together. I miss you, Em.”
I smirk at him. “You’re being dramatic. We were together yesterday. You haven’t been home today.”
“I’m sure you’ve been entertained.”
I pucker my lips before laughing.
“Why are you laughing? Do I amuse you?”
His eyebrow is arched when I gaze at him. “You’re adorable when you’re jealous.”
“I know I said that you could choose and… But I don’t want you to choose to be apart from me. I want you, Em. I love you.”
I shake my head.
“Why are you shaking your head?”
“I don’t believe you when you say you love me.” I raise my hand so he lets me finish. “You say that I seem to spend more time with the others than you, but it’s your fault, Richard.” I brush the hair away from my eyes. “Lately, you seem a lot more distant and unwilling to share your thoughts and fears with me. Antoine is easier to talk to. Simon is easier to read.” I breathe in before adding, “I have no idea if we have anything in common. You barely talk about what you do during the hours you’re away from me. The first days you were amazing. Now, you seem more interested in having a copy of your former mistress than discovering who I am.”
His hands move up my legs, and he pulls me down the bed until my ass is on his lap. His arm surrounds my back, and he pushes me up.
I look at him, unsure of what he wants to do. His eyes are enigmatic but serene. He doesn’t seem mad anymore.
“Do you feel crazy desire for me or not?” he asks with a husky voice.
I nod. “You’re hot.”
“Just hot?”
“What did Victoria like about you?”
“We aren’t talking about her now. I want to know if I please you.”
“You’d please any woman. You’re awesome in bed too. You have the whole package: handsome, rich, and a great fuck.”
He sneers. “I’d rather you like me for my personality.”
“Do you even have one?” I tease him. “I have no idea what you like or what makes you happy. You miss Victoria. I get that. But what was so great about her? She doesn’t mention you or Antoine in her late diaries. She never says how much she loves you or misses you. Do you want me to be just your queen or your everything?”
“My everything,” he answers. He swallows hard and averts his eyes. “I would have you all for myself, but I also love Antoine and Simon. If I run away with you, they’ll be killed.”
“You’ll be killed if you don’t find a queen in four days.”
“I rather die than force you to be one of us. I want you to choose to stay with us.” He pauses and then adds, “Not just because of the great sex. Sex isn’t everything. It’s just an urge that fades with time. We’ll still do it, but we’ll be more intimate. We’ll share souls while surviving longer than the rest of the living beings on this planet.”
“You’re asking me not just to give up my mortal life but also to give up my family and friends. And for what? You might never love me as much as you loved your former mistress. I might end up alone, even if I have plenty of lovers to serve me. We can feel alone, even if we are surrounded by people. I felt like that all my life.”
He kisses my forehead. “I know.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “I can’t promise I won’t ever leave you. I might be killed. I might be taken against my will. I can’t predict the future. But I can tell you I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy. Even if it means you’ll choose other lovers to occupy your heart and your bed while forgetting all about me.”
I grab his coat and pull him for a kiss. Our lips touch, and I take my time to taste and satisfy my craving for him. The kiss becomes hungrier and needier. I arch my back when his hand cups my breasts.
“Did you come here to talk or have sex?” I ask. My body’s hot and bothered. He’s sexy, and his kisses ignite fire between my thighs. I can’t deny that I don’t lust him every time we touch.
“I came here to talk to you,” he answers, continuing the touching and the kissing. “But you complained that I’m not taking care of you properly.”
“Richard, I…” I sigh with need as his lips descend to my neck. “I want you, but I’m…”
His lips shut me up. His tongue darts inside my mouth as his hand pulls down my dress and frees my breasts. “I like how you smell. You just showered, haven’t you?”
I moan as a reply. He lays me down in bed, my hair pools around my head as I watch him strip his coat, his shirt, and pull down his pants. He looks impatient, and that turns me on.
His hand slips under my dress and pulls off my panties. Then his hand goes back in, and his thumb presses against my clit. He rubs his thumb, and I part my legs and gasp as my cheeks turn red with the arousal.
He smirks mischievously and dips his head to suck my nipples. I keep gasping for air as his thumb and mouth work my body. When my legs spread wider, begging for more contact, he lets me go, kneels between my legs, and thrusts into me. It’s raw and fast how he takes me. He keeps pushing quickly and relentlessly as my breasts bounce back and forth, and I grab the bedspread with my hands while shrieking with the invasion of his cock in my loins.
He’s so hard and frantic. The orgasm builds fast but doesn’t explode. Instead, there’s a sweet and endurable pain that softens each time he slams against me. My pussy burns and my groin shudders as the muscles in my navel tense. My hands grab my breasts, and I rub. My legs hurt for being spread wide and up in the air, hanging from his arms. He keeps slamming and groaning with a tense face and bulging muscles.
The effort makes me sweat. I shriek as my insides scorch. He lets go of my legs. His hands rest close to my head as he pushes his cock harder into me. The rubbing of our groins together makes me needier. The angle of his cock fills me deeper and rubs a part of me that had been waiting for more contact. My clit throbs. Bursts of electricity jolt my body before an explosion of pleasure washes over me and makes me cry with pleasure and pain.
His movements slow down, and he slams hard twice before he groans with his own orgasm. I can feel his cock spasm, and it increases my pleasure. I laugh as my orgasm ripples down my limbs and my pussy contracts around him.
He hugs me and rolls to the side with me in his arms. I sit on top of him, his cock still buried into me. His hands cup my breasts as his hips sway for me to continue to ride him.
“One more time before you have to get dressed. I want us to go out tonight,” he whispers in his sexy voice as his cock engulfs with need again. His fingers twist my nipples, but it doesn’t hurt because he seems to know the amount of pressure he needs to exert for it to be pleasurable.
Tossing my hair aside, I lower down to kiss his mouth. “Do you enjoy being inside me?”
“I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t,” he replies.
I smirk. “I like how hard you get for me.”
“I love how horny you get with my foreplay.”
I groan as I push myself up and down. “Was Victoria always in the mood when you wanted it?”
“Let’s not talk about her.”
I lower my lips to his ear. “You might have been hers, but now you’re only mine. I don’t care if she was me, but I don’t want you thinking about her when we fuck. Understood?”
“Em!” He gasps when I wiggle around and stop the thrusting.
My pussy sucks him, and I moan in delight. His fingers pinch my nipples, and he thrusts his hips, longing for the sweet movement of our bodies in synchrony.
I keep the pressure but don’t move. “Do you understand?”
“Yes!”
Whispering, I add, “She’s dead. I’m your new mistress. You’ll only love and think about me. That’s the only way that I’ll stay with you.”
“But, Em…”
“You can always go to Queen Margaret if you disagree.” I gently rub my vaginal lips against his length. “I’m sure she won’t make love to you like I do.” I continue the teasing. “I’m also sure she doesn’t care about your heart like I do.”
His hands grip my arms as he shuts his eyes and begs, “Yes, more.”
I clamp him harder between my thighs and sway with need. My teeth trap my lower lip as I surrender to the sweet burning and rubbing of our sexes. His hips jolt up, and he pushes himself in and out of me. His hands grip harder.
I shriek, unsure where the pleasure starts, and the pain ends.
His hands descend to my waist, and he grabs me, slamming me up and down his cock. It feels so good and tight that I give back the control to him.
Several moments later, we both come at the same time in an echo of gasps and moans. I don’t think I ever moaned so loud with so many incentives for him to continue. Not even when he was eating my pussy. And any of those men were experts in cunnilingus.
Once it was over, I lie back with my arm over my head while I recover my breath and the control over my body. My sex’s throbbing, my legs shaking, and my nipples feel hard like a rock.
“What are you doing?” I ask out of breath when his lips touch my nipple, and he sucks. “Aren’t you tired?”
“I’ll make you feel better,” he replies.
“I’m already feeling great,” I assure him as I try to push him away.
“No.” He grabs my wrist. “I’ll make you feel better, so it doesn’t hurt once the pleasure is gone. Vampire saliva has healing properties. You’ll be sore and burning if I don’t help you.”
“Oh!”
I relax and let him work his magic. His tongue circles my nipples and leaves a path of heat down my stomach. I giggle when his lips brush my pussy, and moan in pleasure when his mouth presses against my entrance; his tongue licks my slit over and over again—until I’m not sure if he’s healing me or trying to make me come again. Whatever it is, I don’t want him to stop, and I let him continue until I don’t feel sore any longer. My muscles relax, and I let the pleasure wash over me until it explodes in waves of relief. My body feels light like a feather.
My eyes remain closed, and I don’t remember anything else because I fall asleep.
Chapter FOURTEEN
I don’t know how many hours went by, but I wake up tucked in bed, naked, and with Richard sleeping by my side. I look at his gorgeous face and smile. I have to give him credit. He knows how to make a woman feel special.
I move my body, surprised at not feeling sore. Still, there’s something behind me that makes it difficult for me to move and turn around. I slowly move to find Antoine sleeping on the other side. He’s fully clothed and on top of the sheets. His gorgeous face looks serene. My hand caresses the hair covering his forehead, and I lean down to peck his lips.
He sighs and smiles.
After a few more moments of cuddling him, he finally opens his eyes and stares at me.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi.” I beam. “What are you doing here?”
“We were going out tonight. I came here to see what was taking you so long and realized you were asleep. Richard told me to stay and sleep next to you, too.”
I glimpse back at Richard, who is still sleeping naked under the covers with me.
Antoine’s hand touches my cheek. “You were tired. It seems Richard pulled a number on you.”
I giggle. “What time is it?”
He shrugs. “I have no idea.”
I flutter my eyelashes at him. “Why don’t you take off your clothes and join me under the sheets?”
Antoine raises his head and looks at Richard. “Are you sure?”
I nod. “You’re more than welcome here.”
“I might not control myself if I’m next to you naked,” he warns me.
“I have no wish for you to control yourself.”
He frowns. “Aren’t you tired?”
“I just slept and feel revigorated.”
He purses his lips. “Richard is just beside us.”
“As if you care,” I tease him. Moving, I sit up and comb my hair that fell down my shoulders and covered my breasts. “Don’t you want to play?”
He nods, sits up, and removes his coat. I lean forward and help him with his shirt. My fingers tremble a bit as I think about the fact that Richard is sleeping right beside us. But Simon said they liked to share women. I’m sure Richard won’t mind.
I focus on undressing Antoine and replying to his kisses as he removes his pants and hops into bed. Our naked bodies entwine, and our hands explore. Gosh, I had missed him. It’s nice to have him in bed next to me while his cock presses against my leg and his hands grab my ass. His tongue creates havoc inside my mouth. He smells and feels nice against my skin—smooth skin, hard muscles.
I giggle when his lips explore my neck and chest.
“We’ll wake up Richard,” he warns against my mouth.
“There’s enough for the two of you,” I tease him.
He smirks and presses his cock harder against my core. “It’s my turn now.”
I hear a low growl behind my head. An extra hand touches my neck and rubs.
Antoine’s hand lifts my leg, and his cock finds its way into my entrance. I gasp with need as he shoves himself against me with short and hard strokes.
With Antoine’s mouth devouring mine, I feel another set of lips against the nape of my neck. Another hand caresses my hip.
I turn my head back as Antoine’s lips descend to my shoulder. Richard’s awake, watching us. His face is serene, and his eyes narrowed. I grab his hand and place it on my breast. “Move closer.”
He obeys, and soon I feel his hard-on against my butt and his teeth nibbling my back. I gasp for air as lust tenses my body. Richard rubs his cock between my butt cheeks, and I move faster against Antoine. It feels wonderful between both.
My mind wanders to Simon while I’m enjoying four hands rubbing and teasing me. Should I be missing him, too?
What’s wrong with me?
Antoine keeps pounding inside me as Richard molds my breasts and rubs my butthole with his hard cock. I can feel how hard he is. I’m getting extra wet with his lips covering my back. Wet kisses and hot breath caress my skin.
Antoine comes when I’m almost peaking. I moan a complaint. But Antoine turns me around, facing Richard. They seem to be in tune because Richard pulls me closer and continues the fucking, substituting Antoine’s cock inside me. His cock is slightly bigger, and it rubs me deeper. I let go as Antoine’s mouth sucks my neck. I don’t think he’s drawing blood, but it feels amazing with his hands grabbing under my arms and pulling me into his direction while Richard holds my waist and angles his pelvis to shove his cock into me.
My legs tense, my toes curl, and I moan in despair as the tension builds, and my pussy shudders and compresses around Richard’s cock. I concentrate on how good his shaft feels inside me—how hard and slick it is. Heat coils, swirls, and explodes in my lower parts. My gasps are swallowed by Antoine’s mouth.
Before I recuperate my breath, my body is being maneuvered, and I find myself on all four with Antoine’s hard cock in front of my mouth and Richard’s hand grabbing my butt and spreading my butt cheeks.
“I think it’s time we teach Emily a lesson,” Richard talks from behind me.
“W-what?” I ask, unsure of what’s going on.
“This slut likes cock, doesn’t she?” Antoine asks as he looks at Richard. “She can’t have enough of us.” He laughs and fists my hair. It doesn’t hurt, but he shoves his cock into my mouth. “Suck.”
I obey, but I stop and choke when Richard shoves his tongue against my butthole and licks. My legs tremble, and I almost buckle, but he grabs me tight and doesn’t let me cave.
“You’ll have the time of your life today,” Antoine says with a wicked grin. He lets go of my head, and it allows me to breathe.
“I don’t—” I can’t talk because he kisses me while Richard continues to lick and tongue-fuck my ass.
It’s different but great.
Richard stops. “Did you bring it?”
Antoine stops the kissing. “In the pocket of my jacket.”
The mattress bounces as Richard steps out of bed.
Antoine cups my chin and forces my head to look at him. “You’ll enjoy it. Trust us.”
By then, my heart pounds like a mad one, unsure if this is the best idea. They had been gentle until then, but the words they’re using don’t agree with me. Tears rush to my eyes, and I want to stop what we are doing. I push Antoine’s hand away and straighten up.
“You need to be prepared to fuck several guys at the same time,” Antoine says, grabbing my arms and preventing me from leaving the bed.
“I’m no slut,” I protest.
“You’re our slut,” he retorts, taking me in his arms. “A bit of cursing in bed doesn’t do any harm. You were the one who started this.”
“What’s going on?” Richard asks as he covers my back with his body and presses his cock against my butt. His arms surround my waist. “Why are you upset?”
“She didn’t like that I called her a slut,” Antoine says to Richard.
“I guess she thought you were more polite than that,” Richard jokes. He whispers in my ear. “Do you want him to leave?”
Antoine shoves him by his shoulder. “She’s mine too.”
Richard leans back with a chuckle. “It’s been a while since Antoine calls anything his.”
I glimpse back and see Richard’s amused face. Then I look at Antoine and see his fangs.
I gulp and touch my neck. “Did you suck my blood?”
“Just a bit.”
“I didn’t allow you to do that.”
He smirks. “You didn’t complain, either.”
“I want to be left alone,” I say, holding on to the tears.
“Now you ruined this,” Richard complains. “You’re making her cry.”
Antoine’s expression changes from lustful to worried, and he grabs his hair before putting his hands on my shoulders. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry. I didn’t want to scare you. We were playing, kissing, and having fun.”
Tears roll down my face, and I want to cry like a baby for the first time since I’ve been in this house. They are deadly vampires. What am I thinking?
Antoine’s lips kiss my tears, and he brings me into his embrace while cooing me to stop crying. Then I feel Richards’ lips kissing my hair and his hand caressing it down my back.
“It’s all good, Em. We won’t hurt you,” Richard says. “I should punch you for calling her a slut.”
“We were just playing,” Antoine protests.
“Give her to me.”
“No,” Antoine rejects. “She’s mine too.”
I keep sobbing as tears dry, and I calm down.
Breathing deeply, I search for Richard’s hand and feel a kiss on my lips. I peek to find Antoine’s mouth against mine. When he leans back, Richard’s mouth replaces his. I kiss him back. They keep kissing me, taking turns until I’m back on the bed with both hovering over me and kissing my body. Each one gives attention to a side, and I close my eyes while I rub their heads and gasp with their kisses.
The trembling goosebumps from the tears are replaced by the pleasure of their kisses. Antoine is the first to reach my navel and licking my sex. Richard is more focused on my breasts now that Antoine is giving his full attention to my pussy.
It feels great to have two mouths taking care of me.
Richard’s mouth moves up, and he covers mine. “Once Antoine’s satisfied, I’ll continue what I was doing.”
“What do you want to do?”
“You need to be prepared to receive two cocks. I’m going to fuck your asshole.”
I wide my eyes. “No.”
He smirks. “You’ll enjoy it. I’ll be careful.”
“B-but…”
Antoine shoves a finger in me and makes my hips sway.
“I want to be your first,” Richard says as he caresses my hair.
My vision is blurred by the pleasure. Antoine’s finger is fucking me while his tongue is pressuring against my clit. I can’t hold it any longer. My hips have a mind of their own as they sway back and forth.
He stops before I come. “She’s ready.”
I raise my head, unsure of what that meant. But I’m turned on my back, and Richard changes places with Antoine.
I feel a wet and cold liquid being spread between my butt cheeks.
Antoine caresses the hair away from my back and massages my shoulders. Richard snakes my waist and guides me into a kneeling position where my butt is stuck in the air, and my arms are holding the weight of my upper body.
His tongue on my hole feels fantastic, like last time. Better than I expected. Still, he rubs my cheeks and teases my hole, but his tongue goes straight to my entrance, and he darts it in and out. I almost come, but he doesn’t dip deeper or longer enough to shatter me into a new orgasm. It seems he’s just teasing me.
Antoine’s hand cup my breasts one by one and mold them slightly. I don’t look at him, I just concentrate on what Richard is doing.
More lube and his finger rubs my hole. He presses it slightly but increases the pressure until his finger digs into my ass. My pussy throbs with need. Richard’s hand connects with my ass, and I whimper with the loud slap.
“Did it hurt?” Antoine asks in my ear.
“I don’t know,” I answer.
He laughs but continues to play with my nipples.
Richard pushes another finger into me. This time he moves it up and down. It hurts at first, but then I relax and feel the need for more. The lube is helping. Once I’m gasping and moving my ass to meet his finger, he stops.
Antoine moves down my chest, and he begins to swallow my boobs and release them. His hand moves down my navel and cups my sex. He slightly presses his palm against my pussy. I have no idea what Richard is doing, but I feel the tip of his cock against my butthole moments after.
I bite my lower lip, preparing myself to experience pain if he’s hoping to shove his massive cock into my ass. But Antoine’s teasing is helping me feel excited about what they are doing.
His cock presses against my butt, once, twice, but he doesn’t push it in. Instead, he rubs more lube and invades my hole carefully, letting it adjust to his size. I’m sure the lube is helping, and I’m not certain what to feel with this invasion in my body.
“It was a virgin ass,” Richard says as he pulls it out and then shoves it back in.
It hurts and stings the first times he does that, but then it feels great, and I sway back to meet his thrusts. My pussy complains, even though Antoine is still pressing it. My boobs are swaying above his mouth while I gasp for air and moan with this newfound pleasure.
All the nerves in my ass tremble and shiver as Richard fills me in. I scream when Antoine moves down and licks my pussy. I grab his cock not far from me and rub it up and down. I wish I could lower my head enough to suck him, but he’s too far, and I’m enjoying this way too much.
I peek and see that Richard’s balls are touching Antoine’s forehead, but they don’t seem to mind. Actually, Antoine is too focused on what he’s doing to open his eyes. He likes to lick.
My ass vibrates with an orgasm that shots up my back and makes me fall down. I almost choke Antoine with my pussy. Somehow, he glides under my body, turns around, and shoves his cock into my entrance to finish what he started with his mouth. His hands grip my waist, and I sit on top of him and welcome the familiar dance of our bodies. Though I’m still under the influence of the other orgasm and my ass is throbbing, my pussy welcomes the stiff cock, and I ride him with hunger.
“Fuck!” I curse when I feel a tongue in my asshole. I can’t take this, I’m about to faint.
Antoine keeps fucking me, and Richard continues to lick. I’m unsure if I can scream any longer because I’m already hoarse from so much moaning with pleasure.
I throw my head back, my hair slamming into my back as I come over and over again. Antoine’s orgasming too because he stops shoving and buckles up his hips. Meanwhile, Richard’s tongue moves from my butthole to my crack. I’m so sensitive that I can’t spasm anymore. My muscles are tense, and my body is drained.
I crawl from the top of Antoine and collapse on the other side of the bed. Richard’s body covers mine, and his mouth kisses my cheek. “Tired?”
“Beat,” I assure him.
His body nestles against mine. It feels nice even if he’s heavy.
“If there was a third one here,” Richard speaks as he feels my thigh and spreads my legs.
I groan at what he was doing. “I don’t know if I can take it anymore.”
“It would be Simon’s turn to fuck you,” he claims, shoving his cock between my legs and finding my pussy without encountering any resistance. In fact, I was so wet in juices that his cock entered me, and I took his size effortlessly.
“You just fucked my butt. I’m sure this isn’t clean,” I protest.
“I cleaned it while Antoine was finishing with you,” he says against my ear.
“I’m tired,” I protest while he thrusts into me.
“Would you leave Simon horny?” he retorts.
“I don’t know,” I whine. “Aren’t you tired?”
“I’ll do all the work. Just enjoy this.”
I breathe deeply. “I can barely move. I’m sorry, Richard.”
He kisses me while he keeps sliding in and out, focusing on his pleasure.
I close my eyes and shriek each time his cock slams into me, but I don’t have the strength to move.
“She needs a long bath after this,” Antoine says, caressing my head.
“You should prepare one while I finish here,” Richard says.
“I just want to sleep,” I grumble.
“You’ll sleep once you’re clean.” Richard grabs my hair and increasing the pace. “Simon is impatient and rough. Isn’t he?”
His question wakes me up from my torpor, and I open my eyes. “Why do you say that?”
“He likes to watch. I know that.”
“Have you watched us?”
“No. Can I?”
“I don’t know. It’s strange to ask that.”
He chuckles. “Did he tell you that we had sex?”
“Did you?”
“Nothing serious. But I think he likes cocks too.”
“Don’t you?”
“Sometimes.”
I sigh, unsure when he’d be done.
“I like pussy a lot more,” he whispers against my ear. “Especially yours.”
I whine at his words, but I like to hear them. Particularly when he’s between my thighs.
“Would it turn you on to see two guys doing it?” he asks.
“I don’t know. Do you want to try with Simon tomorrow?”
“It’d be unfair to Antoine. He likes you a lot. He doesn’t want to be excluded from our little parties.”
“I feel bad for leaving Simon out,” I confess.
“The little prick is probably watching us right now.”
“From where?” I ask, looking around.
“There are secret passages in this house. I’m sure he knows them all.”
“Maybe he’s just sleeping.”
Richard groans deeply as he comes inside me and prolongs his orgasm by pressing harder against me and leaving it in. “So good. I like how your pussy sucks me when I come.”
Before I can say anything or turn around, I feel Richard’s wrist against my mouth, and the taste of iron fills my mouth. “Drink.”
I swallow, even if I don’t like how it tastes.
“You’ll need this to recover. A night with vampires isn’t the same thing as a night with humans. Plus, you said you wanted Simon to join us.”
“Not tonight!”
“Antoine and I will watch,” Richard says as he leaves the bed and leans down to take me in his arms. “First, we’ll wash you. Then, we’ll watch Simon and you fucking.”
My stomach drops to the floor, but my pussy seems to be excited about what’s coming.
I’m tired. How will I handle one more guy?
Chapter FIFTEEN
I think I passed out in the bathtub while Antoine and Richard were bathing me and cleaning themselves. When I come to my senses, they are drying me with towels, and I feel better than before. The nap must have reinvigorated me. I’m not sore, and I can stand on my feet.
Richard dries my hair while Antoine kisses me and rubs his naked body against mine.
“Hi,” he says with his dashing smile. “Are you feeling better?”
I nod.
“Simon is waiting for you in the bedroom.”
I frown. When did they have time to call him?
Richard braids my wet hair and ties it up. Then he kisses my shoulder. “Just pretend we aren’t watching.”
“Is he okay with this?” I wonder.
“He is.”
“Dress this,” Antoine requests as he releases me and grabs a transparent lace negligee. “You’ll look hot in it.” He helps me put it on. “No need for panties,” he adds, brushing his fingers against my pussy.
I shiver with his touch.
“She looks too good in it,” Richard protests, and his mouth brushes against my nipple.
“I’m almost tempted at having you here again,” Antoine whimpers against my ear.
“We promised we would just watch,” Richard remembers him.
“I’m already hard for her,” he retorts.
Their hands continue to caress me in turns. I’m unsure of what I have to do since I’m drugged with lust and don’t mind the foreplay. If anything, I’m horny again.
“We need to stop,” Richard says as he grabs Antoine’s hand away from my pussy. “Go to the bedroom,” he commands me.
I obey, even if my eyes linger on them and their naked and hard bodies.
I find Simon seated on the bed with nothing on. His body is glowing with oil, accentuating his toned muscles. He’s the fittest of the three of them—muscled thighs and six-pack abs with bulging arms. His face is also beautiful.
His eyes roam up and down my body as I pad my way to him. He gulps when I stop in front of him, and his cock stands to attention. I grin as I look down on him. He rubs it and glimpses at the bathroom door.
“Are you okay with this?” he asks me.
I nod.
“You look stunning,” he gasps.
“What do you want to do first?” I question him, unsure how to begin.
He reaches up for my arm and brings me closer. I enter between his legs while his hands cup my breasts. Lowering down my head, I kiss him. He replies and snakes my waist with his arms. We fall back on the bed as we kiss, and my body nestles against his and his cock.
I have no idea if Antoine and Richard are already watching, but Simon kisses me hungrily, and his hands tell me he’s needy. He gropes my ass, and I cringe. It’s sore from Richard’s cock.
“Does it hurt?” Simon asks in my ear.
“I’m just a bit sore. But the rest is fine.”
He resumes the kissing, turning around, and laying me under his body. His hands fondle my breasts without removing the negligee. I caress his hard muscles and his head. I still don’t know if they are watching us, but I don’t want to stop to make sure. Nevertheless, if they want to watch, at least we should give them something worth watching.
I push Simon back and take the lead. Sitting on top of him, I kiss his torso and descend my mouth to his navel. His cock feels hard between my breasts. I kiss him a bit longer before going down on him and take his cock into my mouth.
Simon punches the bed when I suck him, and I keep sucking him nice and hard. I enjoy watching his muscles tense and relax with my blowjob. His body is beautiful. Never in my dreams had I thought I’d have three gorgeous males craving my attention and my body.
“She didn’t suck us like that,” Antoine says.
Yes, they’re watching.
“We have a great vision of her pussy from here,” Richard observes.
Simon’s hands grab my head and force me to go deeper. I obey, but I’m not planning to gag on his massive cock. I want him to come inside me, not my mouth.
I release his cock and then lick his balls. He likes that because he keeps moaning while he strokes his shaft.
Simon’s hands pull me over to his lips. He kisses me and keeps twirling his tongue inside my mouth. I let go of his hands and whisper against his ear. “I’ll lick you, and you’ll lick me.”
He nods, and I turn around. I go for his cock, while offering him my pussy.
From that position, I can see Antoine and Richard. I tongue Simon’s cock like he’s my favorite ice cream flavor while looking at the two hot vampires seated in chairs from across the bed.
Richard smirks, while Antoine focuses on my movement.
I close my eyes momentarily when Simon’s tongue finds the perfect spot and keeps licking it there. I suck him harder and harder as he slurps up my juices. My body tenses with need, and I momentarily forget to suck him. His large hands grab my ass and widen my cheeks. He sits my pussy on his face and keeps licking. Moments later, I come. While I’m gasping for air, Simon moves behind me and strokes his cock before rubbing it against my entrance.
Through narrowed eyes, I watch Antoine and Richard’s focused expressions as Simon enters me in and begins gyrating into me. I relish with his size and my wetness.
Antoine looks at Richard. “I think I can’t hold it any longer.”
“Let them play a bit more,” Richard requests. “We had her before.”
Antoine huffs and plays with himself while he keeps watching us. I lick my lips as I stare at his shaft. I think he understands because he gets up and offers it to me. He kneels in front of my face, and I take it in my mouth.
I still need one hand to hold on and not fall forward with Simon’s thrusts, but Richard decides to join the party. While I put Antoine’s dick in my mouth, I reach for Richard’s member. For a few moments, we stay like that with the three men moaning while I suck, stroke, and play with their shafts.
Simon eventually comes, and Antoine decides it’s his turn to have me. He enters my empty pussy and continues what Simon had ignited. Meanwhile, Simon decides to try his luck with Richard, who pushes him away.
I don’t know how to feel about what just happened. Simon seems hurt while Richard leans down to kiss my mouth. Unexpectedly, Simon grabs Richard’s face and forces him to look at him. Richard frowns, and his confusion is met with Simon’s lips against his.
I watch in awe as Richard attempts to push Simon away while Simon insists and wraps his hand around Richard’s penis. The resistance stops, and soon Richard sticks his tongue into Simon’s mouth.
Antoine smacks my ass, removes his shaft, and takes me into his arms where he kisses me. “Forget about them. They need to resolve some issues.”
“I want to watch,” I mumble against his mouth.
He grins while his hand moves down my navel, and his fingers stroke my inner lips. “Kinky.”
When I turn my head around, Richard is on his back with Simon sucking him off.
“Let’s join them,” Antoine proposes against my ear.
“How?”
“Kiss him on the mouth while I fuck you.”
I nod and move closer to Richard. My lips meet his, and he opens his eyes with a moan of pleasure. His lips reply to mine, and I gasp while Antoine keeps thrusting into me from behind.
“Are you upset?” Richard asks, nibbling on his lower lip when his hips buckle against Simon’s mouth.
I shake my head.
Antoine stops what he’s doing and grabs Simon by his arms. “Let him finish inside her.”
Simon frowns but leans back and strokes his own cock.
I crawl on top of Richard and take him in. His hands grip my hips hard as he shoves eagerly into me. Antoine kisses me, and I feel another mouth brushing my back. By then, I don’t care who’s touching me. I just want to ride the orgasm building in the depths of my loins. I ride Richard’s cock hard and nice while hands grab my breasts, and lips kiss my neck.
Richard comes first. I’m tossed to the side, and someone else climbs on top of me, and a new dick enters me. Through narrowed eyes, I see Simon gasping on top of me as he fucks me. I glimpse at my left and see Antoine and Richard looking at us. I grab Richard’s hand and bring it against my lips.
Simon comes between my legs and growls like a beast. I giggle as a soft orgasm takes over me with the throbbing of his cock.
“She needs another shower. Human sperm is messy,” Antoine speaks, caressing the hair away from my face. “You’ll be even more beautiful once you’re a vampire. We love you very much.”
I smile at his words and confession. “I love you too.”
“Just me?”
“The three of you.”
“Good.” He kisses my forehead. “Do you want to sleep?”
I shrug as Simon gets off me, and Richard grabs his face and kisses him.
“Do you want to watch?” Antoine asks.
I gasp. Before I can answer, Antoine takes me in his arms and pulls me away from Simon and Richard’s messy foreplay. I snuggle into his embrace, feeling relax and loved. He spreads kisses on my face while he cuddles my hair.
Together, we watch Simon and Richard kissing and stroking until Richard reaches for the lube and performs on Simon what he had done to me just an hour ago.
It is raw and enthralling how both gasp and shriek while they have sex.
“Richard doesn’t love him like he loves you,” Antoine whispers in my ear as they keep grunting and fucking.
“Do you and Richard ever do this?” I wonder.
“I don’t like cock.” His hand descends to my pussy. “I like pussy and ass, but only if I’m putting it inside. And before you ask, yes, I’ve tried.”
“You can eat my ass next time,” I tell him.
He smiles and kisses my mouth. “I might swear a bit while having sex, but I don’t mean to disrespect you, Em. My heart is yours now.”
I nod and snuggle closer. “Just don’t call me a slut again.”
He kisses my forehead, and I sigh deeply. I want to close my eyes, but I also want to watch Simon’s face as Richard gives him what he has wanted for so long. It seems painful, but also enjoyable. My ass throbs with the memories of Richard’s cock.
“Does it still hurt?” Antoine wonders.
“A bit.”
“It’ll feel better tomorrow.”
I sigh, enjoying the closeness between us. “Will you sleep with me here tonight?”
“We’ll all be sleeping here tonight,” Antoine says.
“We’ll need a bigger bed if this is going to be a recurrent thing.”
He laughs.
Simon comes in a loud moan. Richard shoves deeper and comes a few seconds after. They both fall exhausted on the bed. Richard’s arm surrounds his back, and Simon turns around to kiss him. Their kiss continues for a bit longer until Richard lets him go and crawls to my side.
“You can sleep here with us or go back to your bedroom,” Richard tells Simon. “Whatever you decide. We aren’t going to do anything else tonight. It’s time to sleep.”
Antoine helps me get under the covers while Richard spoons against me. I lay my head on Antoine’s shoulder. Another body joins us, and Simon lies down next to Richard. He doesn’t cuddle against him.
Somehow, I feel as if Richard just used Simon for sex. I have a strange sensation in my chest, but the feeling disappears as sleep takes over my body, and I slip into the land of dreams.
Chapter SIXTEEN
I wake up sooner than the rest of them. I feel icky, so I manage to sneak out of bed and hop into the shower. Moments after I wash my body and lady parts, the door opens, and Antoine joins me. He yawns and faces the water that falls on him.
“Did you sleep well?” I ask him.
“Like a baby.” He scrubs his face. “What about you? How are you feeling today?”
“A bit sore, but well.”
“Simon and Richard are still sleeping,” he adds.
I pass him the shampoo.
He arches an eyebrow. “I thought you were going to wash me.”
I smirk, pour shampoo into my hand, and place the bottle down. He comes closer and lowers his head for me to scrub his hair. His arms trap me against him as he reaches for the soap and begins washing my back and butt.
I giggle. “I thought I was the one washing you.”
“We can do both.” He kisses my mouth. We forget about washing for a while as our tongues entwine, and our bodies mold against one another.
“I enjoyed sleeping with you. It was nice to feel like I belonged to a family again,” he shares.
“We need to get a bigger bed.”
“We will. We’ll get a bigger bedroom just to sleep together. And play together,” he whispers against my neck. “Last night must have been confusing for you.” His hands slide down my body and grab my ass. “Do you regret it?”
His arousal flattens against my thighs. I’ve never done it in the shower before. How would that even work?
I moan when he pulls my legs around his waist and rests my back against the tile. His cock presses against my groin and slides down until it finds my entrance. He’s gentle enough to let me accommodate his length before he slams into me.
Damn! I can’t get enough of them. It’s impossible to be together without having sex. I’m not even complaining. I just don’t know I could want to have sex so many times and with so many different guys.
“You’re insatiable,” I mumble, holding tight around his neck as his mouth presses against my throat. He keeps slamming into me. My back flattens against the hard tiles, but I don’t complain because it feels too good between my legs.
I don’t know how long it takes for us to reach an orgasm and be satisfied, but I can barely walk when we finish, and he makes sure to wash every inch of my body.
When we enter the bedroom, Simon is gone, and Richard is sound asleep.
“Hungry?” Antoine asks me as he puts his pants on and searches for his shirt.
“Starving.” I open the closet and reach for a dress and panties. I dress and comb my hair before tying it in a bun.
Antoine holds me against him and kisses me like a devoted lover. “I’ll make you breakfast. Let’s go down to the kitchen and let him sleep.”
“Maybe we can make him something to eat. I mean, to drink,” I propose.
He nods, and we exit the bedroom, holding hands.
* * *
As much as I love spending time with Antoine, I worry about Simon. Once I eat, I go around the house, searching for him.
I find him in his bedroom, putting on his clothes.
He arches an eyebrow. “Are you lost?”
I enter and close the door behind. “I want to see if you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.”
I sit on the bed and bounce my feet as I look around his bedroom. “It’s nice in here.”
His eyebrows furrow, and he finishes buttoning up his shirt.
When he walks past me, I grab his sleeve. “How do you feel?”
“I’ve already told you I’m okay.”
I pull him closer. “The truth.”
“If you’re talking about what happened yesterday with Richard, I can assure you I’m fine.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Just sore in the ass.”
I smirk. “I can imagine. Though, it seems that you got it rougher.”
He clenches his jaw. “He just did it out of spite.”
“What are you talking about?” I grab his wrist. “Didn’t you want it?”
He nods.
I nibble on my lower lip. “You kissed him first.”
He fists his hair. “I know.”
“Do you regret it?”
He shrugs. “I don’t know.” Clenching his jaw, he leans down and grabs my boobs.
“What are you doing?”
He smirks. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”
I push him away. “I’m not in the mood.”
He sneers. “Yes, Antoine already satisfied your craving this morning.”
I brush off his jealous remark. “I don’t think Richard did it out of spite. He kissed you a lot, and he seemed to be enjoying himself.”
“He didn’t want to hold me once he was finished,” he comments and sits beside me. “He cuddled with you. You cuddled with Antoine, and I was left all alone.”
I pucker my lips. Sighing, I get up and sit on his lap. “I’ll cuddle you now.” I snake my arms around his neck. “You can touch my boobs if you want.”
He shakes his head. “I just want a hug.” His arms hold me in an embrace. He shudders and inhales sharply. “I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. Now that I got a taste of that, I realize that I like women a lot more. It was good, but I’m not sure if I want to repeat it. Even if it’s with Richard.”
“I don’t want you to feel left out. You are as much as mine as they are,” I remind him.
“I just wish…” Simon purses his lips as if it’s hard to speak what’s in his mind.
“You don’t have to join us again if you don’t want.”
Our eyes meet. “I don’t want to share you with them.”
“What do you mean?”
He groans softly. “I don’t want them with us when we’re having sex.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He raises his head and searches for my mouth. We kiss tenderly. He hugs me again and hides his face against my chest. “Were you truly worried about me?”
“Of course.” I cuddle his head. “Have you eaten?”
He shakes his head. “I was about to leave the bedroom when you came in.”
“Antoine made plenty of pancakes. They are in the kitchen. Do you want me to keep you company while you eat? I can make you coffee.”
“Not yet. I need a bit more time hugging you.” His hand grabs my boob and molds it. “You have nice boobs. Your pussy is also tight and wet.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
He snickers. “I’m just comparing a woman’s anatomy with a man’s anatomy. There isn’t a lot to do but to suck a dick or fuck one’s ass.”
“There’s kissing and massaging. It’s nice to touch men’s abs and feel their arousal in our hands. It’s rewarding when they moan with pleasure while we suck them.”
“You were really great last night,” he acknowledges me. “I felt great inside your mouth. Where did you learn to suck like that?”
I smirk. “It’s a secret.”
His hand slips between my legs. “My ass hurts. Does yours hurt too?”
“He licked me after. It helped it heal faster.”
“How’s the rest of you? Are you sore from so much sex? Do you need something from the pharmacy?”
“I’m fine,” I assure him.
“Do you want to play?”
I burst into laughter. “Are you all insatiable?”
“I don’t know about them, but I was fine until you decided to show your curves around my bedroom and sit on my lap.”
“I came to console you,” I assure him.
“I’ll be gentle. I just need a bit of relief.” His hand pushes harder against my breast, and his finger dips inside my pussy.
I remove his hand and get off his lap. “I have other things to do today. We can’t be having sex all the time.”
He pouts but lets me go.
I look at the protuberance in his pants. “I just showered.”
He shrugs and leans back, holding his hands on the mattress and showing off the hard-on filling his pants. Spreading his legs, he adds, “I’ll just endure without.”
I bite my thumb as heat coils below my stomach. I can’t control myself, either. My cheeks burn, and I close my legs harder to control the need growing between my legs.
He unbuckles his belt, unzips his pants, and releases his shaft. “No underwear.” His cock stands tall, glistening under the light with pre-cum. “Do you want to watch?” He begins stroking his length. “Are you going to let all this go to waste?”
I arch an eyebrow.
“Think how good it would feel between your thighs. Or your boobs,” he teases.
I should turn around and leave, but I’m staring at it, fascinated.
“If you’re sore, let me use your boobs. I’m sure they are soft enough.”
I walk to him, unstrapping my dress and showing him my breasts without a bra. The cotton dress hangs around my waist, and I kneel between his legs. My mouth opens around his tip, and I replace his hand with mine. I give him a bit of relief with my mouth before placing his cock between my breasts and slide it up and down.
“Does it feel good?”
He groans in reply, holding his hands behind his back. His head tilts back while his hips do all the work, thrusting between my breasts. After a while, I use my mouth to receive his tip and suck. He keeps groaning, but I’m getting tired.
Stopping, I get up, and he complains. “Why did you stop?”
“Let’s try something else,” I propose, reaching down my dress and removing my panties. I throw them at his face, and he grabs and smells them.
Straddling him, I rub my slit along his shaft, making sure he can feel the juices of how aroused he makes me. “I want you.”
“That’s so nice.” He holds on to my arms while I keep kneading his length. “I really need this.”
His cock finds its way into me, and I let it slide and fill me in before I ride him. I slam up and down his cock; his balls bang against my inner lips. He goes so deep I think he’s touching my uterus. My pussy tightens around his shaft, and it makes it hard to move. With short thrusts, we bounce against one another, needy and breathless.
He raises his head and sucks my breasts, then he turns me around and takes control. Lifting my legs and spreading them, he keeps shoving hard while remaining fully inside. The pressure builds and makes me laugh with unforeseen happiness. The heat and the rubbing are unbelievable.
“I don’t know what you’re doing, but keep doing it,” I beg. “Yes!”
He obliges.
Moments later, the orgasm emerges and ripples down and up my body. My pussy jolts and tightens around his cock. His own orgasm comes shortly after, and I giggle with the rippling effect that follows.
Exhausted, we fall into each other’s arms. We hug, catching our breath before we share a passionate kiss. I close my eyes and rest my head against his chest. It feels nice and safe.
“I think I love you,” he whispers.
I remain quiet.
His hand cups my breast, and he kisses me again. “I’m serious.”
“It’s too soon to talk about love. You’re mistaking lust with love.”
“You said you loved us yesterday.”
“I love making love with you,” I clarify.
He kisses me deeper and covers my body with his. “I truly believe I’m in love with you. My cock is ready for more just by thinking about you.” He presses it against my groin to prove a point.
“Still lust,” I assure him.
“Okay, fine. I lust for you.”
“I lust for you too.”
“Then run away with me.”
My eyes open wide. I wasn’t expecting that request.
He looks me in the eye. “Run away with me. I have money. We can escape them and live a normal life. Have babies. A small house with a nook for you to spend your days reading. I can find a job and support you. You don’t need to stay here and be one of them.”
My lips tremble when I say, “I also lust for Antoine and Richard. I don’t want to leave them.” Inhaling, I add, “I can see myself falling in love and staying here.”
“That’s because they keep seducing you with nice clothes, pretty words, and great sex.” He cups my face. “The Vampire Courts are ruthless. You’ll sell your soul if you become one of them.”
“If I live, they’ll die. You’ll die too. They’ll go after us, and there isn’t a place where we can hide.”
“There’s a place, but we’d have to betray Richard.”
I shake my head. “Don’t say things like that. We can stay together here. I’ll sire you and make you my vampire knight. You’ll be one of my favorites. I can guarantee you that. I don’t even need more than three lovers.” I lower my hand and pull my skirt up. “Make love to me again. Forget about these crazy ideas. Make me come.”
His jaw is still tense, but he reconsiders. He reaches his hand down and guides his cock into my pussy. I close my eyes and sigh with the hard intrusion.
“Fuck me, Simon. You can be rough like you like. Come on.” I spread my legs and push my hips forward for him to move.
He grabs my arms and places them over my head. Shoving into me, he says, “If I’m going to share you with them, I want to fuck you on my own. I’ll have nights with you only for myself. And we’ll do what I want. Use whatever toys I feel like using.”
“What do you want to do?” I play along.
“I want to tie you up and fuck you until you can’t take it anymore. Until we both pass out of exhaustion.” His hand slides between our groins. “I want to suck on your breasts and finger fuck you until you beg me to use my cock.” He watches me as his fingers dip and rub my clit. “I like to hear you screaming with pleasure. It turns me on. But I also like for you to squirm with need and knowing I’m the only one who can relieve your pain and satisfy your lust.”
I hold my breath and bite the inside of my cheek, so I don’t moan too loud and give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I’m enjoying what he’s doing and saying. There’s a dark side to him that I find enticing.
“Do you agree?” he asks, nibbling on my lower lip.
“Would you like to do it with another woman?”
“What do you mean?”
“I tried with women before. I wonder if you’d like to fuck me and another woman at the same time.”
“Would you be okay with that?”
I grin. “I might.”
He chuckles. “Richard has no idea how kinky you are. He thought you were a virgin when he first saw you. He put you on a pedestal and walked on eggs to bring you here and convince you to stay.”
“There are some things they don’t need to know,” I tell him with a mischievous grin. I slap his ass. “Now less talking and more fucking.”
Chapter SEVENTEEN
The rest of the day was uneventful, and I didn’t see Richard until he entered my bedroom with an outfit in his hand.
“Hi!” I say, sitting up and looking at the black pants and top. “What’s that?”
“We’re going out tonight.”
“We are?”
“We were going out yesterday, but we got busy. I want you to have normal dates with us.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Us?”
He nods. “Antoine and I are dressing in regular clothes. You’ll be wearing these. They’ll be less suspicious if we hope to mingle with humans.”
I frown. “Mingle with humans.”
“We’re going to the shopping mall for dinner and go watch a movie after.”
“Oh!” I clap my hands in excitement. “That’s thrilling. What movie are we watching? What mall are we going to?”
“We’re going to the city. There are too many people who know you in town and would ask a lot of questions.”
“Good point.”
He strolls to my side and places the clothes over the bed. Leaning closer, he kisses my lips. “Get ready. We’ll be waiting in the living room.”
“What about Simon? Isn’t he coming with us?”
“Of course. He’ll be driving us there.”
I smile. “A date with three guys? We need to behave like friends. People won’t get if we display affection between us in public.”
He smirks. “We are used to pretending to be something we are not in public. You don’t need to worry.”
I grab his sleeve before he can leave. Honeying my voice, I ask him, “Are you okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
“I haven’t seen you since I left the room this morning.”
“I was busy in my office, but I know you were busy with the diaries. I’m glad you continued to read them, so you learn more about our enemies.”
I nod and reach up to kiss his mouth. “I missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too, darling.” He pats my head. “Now, be a nice girl and get dressed.”
I pout. “I’m not a girl. I’m a woman.”
“Yes,” he whispers and leans down for another kiss. “A cunning woman who’s trying to make me speak about something I don’t want. But if you’re worried I no longer want women over men, you can rest assured, that is not the case. I still prefer you to any guy.”
His lips cover mine again, and he prolongs the kiss. “I don’t need to fuck you right now to prove it, do I?”
I shake my head. “We can do it when we get home. Just you and I.”
He smiles and nods. “I’d like that.”
* * *
Leaving the mansion after so many days inside is exciting. I’m craving junk food, popcorn, nachos, and a big soda.
We drive to the biggest city, fifty miles away, where we hope no one will recognize us. The mall bustles with people. Unfortunately, three hot guys draw the attention of lustful females, males, and curious patrons who wonder if they are famous actors or models.
It’s exasperating to eat while other women lust for them and ignore my presence.
Richard laces his arm with mine once he notices I’m upset. His touch stirs the disappointed whispers around us. Women lament that he’s taken, but still drool over Antoine and Simon.
Antoine resolves the matter in seconds.
Putting his arm around Simon’s shoulders, he asks, “Honey, what movie do you want to watch tonight?”
I hold my laughter as an uproar of protests and discontent for them being a couple arises from the women checking them out.
“Of course, they are gay. How else would they be this gorgeous and well-dressed?” someone says out loud.
I cover my mouth and snicker. Richard kisses my temple and holds me closer to him.
Antoine plays his part and rubs his nose against Simon’s, who widens his eyes and tries to escape the contact.
“Darling, don’t be shy. No one cares anymore if gay men kiss in public,” Antoine teases.
“Let’s go see the movie.” Simon stands up. He cleans his mouth of the crumbs left by his sandwich and dusts his hands. “I’ll go first to talk to the manager.”
He leaves, and I look at Richard. “Why does he have to talk to the manager.”
“You’ll see.”
Antoine pouts. “He doesn’t love me as much as I love him.”
I frown. “You don’t need to pretend anymore. The women stopped staring.”
He grins and dips his finger into my ketchup. Licking it, he winks at me. “I take my acting seriously.”
Rolling my eyes, I ask, “What movie are we going to watch?”
“Whatever movie you want,” Richard replies.
“But what time are the movies starting? Shouldn’t we leave the mall and buy a ticket? How far is the movie theater? What if the one I want is already playing?”
“Have you finished eating?” Richard asks.
I nod.
“Let’s go to the movie theater then.”
I get up and snake my arm around his.
Antoine places his arm around my waist. “Aren’t you afraid another might steal me from you, or are you just worried about Richard?”
“You’re Simon’s date tonight. I don’t want him to get jealous.”
We walk to the elevator.
“I’m the one who should be jealous since Richard told me you were his tonight,” Antoine complains.
“I’ll be yours tomorrow night.”
He grins, and we enter the elevator while a couple, with a confused look on their faces, steps away to let us enter.
The night was cold, but we didn’t have to walk a lot. Minutes later, I enter the movies without a ticket, following behind Simon while the staff grins widely and shows us the way to a screening room.
There is no one else in the room. All the seats are empty.
“Why isn’t anyone here?” I ask, looking at Richard.
“We rented the entire room for us. You can ask for them to screen whatever movie is releasing. Popcorns and beverages are coming shortly. You just need to choose a seat and relax,” Richard informs.
I look at the room in awe.
“I would suggest choosing the recliners with moveable armrests in front. It’ll be cozier for us to sit together,” Richard says.
I nod and step down, looking for the perfect spot to sit. I choose the seats in the middle of the third row. Richard stays next to me, and Antoine and Simon sit on our right.
“Shouldn’t I choose the movie?” I ask.
“They’ll bring the options when they get us our orders.”
I nod and relax.
Minutes go by, the drinks and the popcorn arrive. I choose a comedy and an action movie to watch with the guys. We eat and giggle a bit before the lights go off, and the projection starts. Reclining our seats back, Richard pulls the moveable armrest and takes my hand.
The first movie starts well but becomes boring after a while. Richard snuggles against me and hides his face against my neck. He can care less about the film, and I don’t blame him, but we’re here to have fun.
After a while of pretending to sleep, his hand sneaks under my jacket, and he fondles my breasts. I keep eating popcorn and ignore his teasing. We are in a public place and…
I look at my left, where Simon and Antoine are giggling while watching the movie and eating nachos. There’s just the four of us, I can tease Richard if I want. But I promised to be only his tonight. If I start something there, the other ones might want to join.
Inside a movie theater.
With a movie being screened.
A member of the staff might come in. Someone might be watching from the projection booth.
Richard doesn’t seem worried about it because his hand continues to fondle me. I put down the popcorn and turn around to face him. He looks up, and I kiss him, sliding my hand to his crotch. I don’t need to do much because he’s already hard. I giggle when his hand descends to my sex, and he drags a finger along my slit over my pants.
We keep the teasing until Antoine’s voice reminds me of where we are. “Let them be, dude. It’s his night, and she’s not telling him to stop.”
Antoine is talking to Simon. He’s jealous, and he probably wants to separate Richard from me.
My companion isn’t fazed by what’s happening on the other seat because he continues to tease me and pushes his finger harder against the jeans. I glimpse back and see Simon glaring at us. Antoine holds him back.
Richard’s mouth sucks my nipple over my shirt. I close my eyes.
“I’m going out for a while,” Simon grumbles, and the air shifts as he walks away and leaves the room.
“He needs to learn how to share,” Richard says against my breasts. “So annoying.”
“Someone should go and talk to him,” I suggest, making a move to get up.
“Relax.” Richard’s hand stops me from moving. “He’ll be back once he clears his head. You need to stop caring about his sulking. He has to learn how to share and not get mad at you for spending time with your other lovers.”
I lie back, grumpy because of his sulking, but also aware that Richard’s right.
“I’m not in the mood anymore,” I mumble.
Richard looks at me. “You’re letting him ruin the moment. Are you going to deny us sex every time Simon is jealous?”
I ponder his words and shake my head. “But I’m not hot and bothered anymore. Only upset.”
He rolls on top of me and presses his cock against my molten core. “Have you ever had sex with your clothes on?”
“Dry humping?”
“Yes.”
I nod.
He grins. “Was it good?”
“Yes.”
“Does my cock feel good against you?”
I nod again.
He smirks and rubs himself against me. “Close your eyes and relax.”
“Once we did it in an opera house,” Antoine says.
I look at him while he eats popcorn and watches us.
“I went under her skirt to lick. She sat on top of my face. My cock was so hard,” he describes.
“Victoria’s breasts kept rising and falling with her heavy breathing as she swallowed her moans and pretended we weren’t arousing her,” Richard comments. “This is much better. No one is here, and it still feels forbidden.”
“No one is coming, just unzip her jeans. She’s getting flustered,” Antoine says.
I glare at him, but he smirks like the little devil he is.
He eats another piece of popcorn.
“I’m enjoying this with my clothes on,” Richard says out of breath as he keeps rubbing against me.
My pussy throbs with need.
“Open up her shirt, I want to look at her breasts,” Antoine requests.
“Watch the movie,” Richard orders. “It’s my night.”
Richard’s face twists as if his actions are painful. “I’ve never done it inside a movie theater.”
“This is my first, too,” I say.
“Are you enjoying this?”
I nod and close my eyes, placing my arms over my head while appreciating the pressure he’s offering. His fingers open a few buttons on my shirt, and his head falls between my breasts. Soon his mouth finds one of my nipples under the shirt and over my bra. I spread my legs wider, and his length accommodates against my mound. His shaft rubs and causes friction. I gasp for air, but the clothes make it hard for me to let go.
After a few moments of frustrating teasing, his hand reaches for his pants and unzips them. Then he frees me from my jeans and pulls them down my ass. I’m trapped for a few moments before he gets up and pulls my pants down my knees. I gaze at him and see him lowering over me and slipping my panties to the side before his cock moves inside me. He fucks me with need, and I moan in reply.
Antoine watches us, focused on our sexes together.
“I’m gonna laugh if someone comes in,” Antoine teases.
“If they do, you’ll just glamour them to leave and forget.”
“Or we can ask them to join,” he says.
“No joining tonight. She’s all mine,” Richard groans.
“Not even me?”
“Use your hand if you’re horny.”
“I’m not sharing her with you when it’s my night,” Antoine warns.
Richard doesn’t say anything else, too busy thrusting into me and taking me to heaven and back. I don’t care to talk either.
I come, and Richard stops.
“That’s it?” Antoine asks.
Richard grumbles and stands me up. I look at him, unsure of what he wants to do. He sits on the seat and turns me around. Then, he gently lowers me into his cock, and I sit on top of him with my back against his chest.
“These seats are too low,” he protests. “Just bear with this, I’ll do my best to make you feel good.”
I close my eyes and let him shove slowly into me. The short thrusts feel great.
“This really turns me on.” Richard tosses the hair away from my neck and kisses me there. “Damn, you’re tight in this position.”
“I’m almost coming again,” I tell him.
“Not yet. You need to wait for me this time.” Stopping, he pulls me up and bends me over the seats in front of us. My stomach arches over the chair as I curl my fingers around the armrests with my butt in the air.
“Someone might watch us!” I complain. “This is embarrassing.”
“No one is watching. My super-hearing tells me so. Plus, you can scream all you want. The noise of the movie won’t give away what we are doing.”
I try to look back. “Why would I scream?”
He pounds into me, hard and fast. His cock dips in and out from behind, and his thumb presses against my hole.
My walls spasm after a few minutes of rough sex. Tears stream down my cheeks as I cry in pleasure and a bit of pain. By then, his finger is way up my ass, and my butthole contracts around it.
I barely feel my legs when he stops thrusting and his cock throbs. I think he’s done, but he kneels and uses his lips to invade my pussy, still trembling from the orgasm. He sucks my small bean. I come again and lose strength in my lower limbs. He puts my legs around his shoulders while his tongue works its magic along my slit. I’m hoarse from so much moaning and screaming.
I don’t react when he moves from under me and transfers me to the seat we used to be. My panties are around my ankles, and my jeans are somewhere on the floor. I’m half-naked and drained. I open my eyes and see a blurry figure not far from us. I focus and realize Simon had come back and had been there, watching us.
I’m too tired to care if he heard me scream and beg for more or not. I just want to get dressed and rest a while before we leave.
Moments after, hands touch my legs and put my panties on. Then my pants. I’m too drained to open my eyes, but someone takes me into their arms and carries me out of there.
“Why do you let them do this to you?” a male voice asks.
I sigh against his chest and inhale his scent. I don’t need to open my eyes to know it’s Simon.
His voice is a whisper. “We could leave and never come back.”
I snicker. “I enjoyed it. You know I did.”
“Still, it’s not right.”
“Compared to what I experienced in the past, this is the nicest thing ever.”
“What do you mean?”
I shut up as my mind goes down Memory Lane.
At seventeen, I was head over heels for a hot guy in my school. He seemed interested, and we flirted for a while before he took me home. We made out. One thing led to another, and we had sex on his bed. Little did I know other guys were watching inside his closet. Once we were done, they came out and showed me the video they recorded. They then threatened to post it online if I didn’t let them fuck me too.
I didn’t know what to do, but I didn’t want the video to be released. It would shame me forever. My friends and family would find out. It would be embarrassing.
The one I thought was my boyfriend explained they would just do whatever I wanted, and I’d enjoy it. His two friends weren’t bad looking, so I agreed.
I wasn’t prepared for what came next. They weren’t nice or gentle about the things they wanted to do to me. I tried to tell them to stop, but they gaged me and pinned me down while they took turns.
“Em, what’s wrong?” Simon rescues me from my bad memories. “You’re crying.”
I hide my tears against his shirt. “In the end, they thought I enjoyed it, and I was forced to do it a few more times with the three of them.”
“What are you talking about?”
It’s Richard who replies. “Em was sexually assaulted and blackmailed six years ago. It took her a long time to bounce back. She had to change town because she was sexually harassed by other men who found out she was having sex with their friends.”
“Are they still alive?” Antoine asks and growls. “Can we kill them? Bastards!”
Richard and Antoine are following Simon as we descend the street.
“A few of them were charged and convicted a couple of years ago because they did this to other girls too,” Richard speaks. “Simon, you know perfectly well that there’s a difference between taking care of our queen by satisfying her needs—sexual and emotional—and raping women.”
Why did you let them do this to you? That was the same thing Sally asked me when I told her about my past. That time, I didn’t have any other choice than to let them, and I tried to stop them, and they didn’t stop. Now, it is different. I want to have sex with the three of them, together or separately. I crave their touch and get excited with their bodies.
I look at Simon. “I let Richard fuck me because I wanted it. Don’t ever ask me that.”
Clenching his jaw, he glares at Richard. “You knew what happened to her and didn’t tell us!”
I force Simon to look at me. “Don’t you dare to treat me differently because you know what happened to me in the past!”
Simon chews on his lower lip. “Em…”
“I’ve healed. I’m not damaged goods,” I assure him. “It took a while, but I had boyfriends who treated me right.”
“Even so…” Simon gulps. “Em.” His eyes clouded with tears.
As much as I don’t want his pity, his emotional reaction warms my heart and soul. Raising my head, I kiss his cheek. “I promise you that I’m fine, Simon.”
His voice trembles. “Did I ever do anything to—”
I cup his face and shake my head before he finishes his sentence. “I like you. I want you. It’s not the same. No one does anything to me that I don’t want. I’m older, and I don’t let anyone push me around.”
Simon stops walking. “It wasn’t my intention to… I shouldn’t feel jealous of Richard. I’m sorry.”
I grin at him. A sad smile since the good mood has been dampened by old memories. A hand caresses my head and rubs my neck.
“Emily is a fighter,” Richard says. “We all have our demons.” Leaning closer, he kisses the top of my head.
Glancing over Simon’s shoulder, I see Antoine fisting his hands. His eyes are red, and his face is contorted with anger. “Antoine, honey.”
He looks at me. “Rapists and pedophiles are the worst scum. They should be put to death.”
I have never seen Antoine mad before. Still, I couldn’t disagree with his words. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It took me a long time to survive it.”
He nods. “I understand, honey. You just need to know that I love you.”
I smile at him and hug Simon tighter. Their love confessions always make my body tingle.
Richard’s question reaches my ears. “Do you want to do something else before we go home?”
“Can we go home and chat? I’m not sleepy yet, and I don’t want to stay alone.”
“We can go home, put some music on, drink a few beers, and talk,” Antoine suggests.
I glimpse at him. “Will you play for me, Antoine? Richard says you’re a better pianist than he is.”
Antoine smiles. “Sure.”
“I might need to answer a few emails once I get home,” Richard shares with a heavy sigh.
I frown. “You’re not working tonight.” I grab his wrist and pull him closer. “What do you even do? I don’t think you ever told me.”
“He deals with antiques but also owns several companies,” Simon answers and continues walking to the car.
“What sort of companies?”
“I own several bookstores, publishing companies, online retailers...” Richard stops talking, and let’s go of my grip as a few people walk past us while staring with a curious expression.
“They probably think I’m drunk or something.” I giggle and look at Simon. “Aren’t you tired?”
He shakes his head. “The car is just around the corner.”
I glance at Richard. “So, books. I thought the book industry wasn’t profitable.”
“You just need to know what sells,” he says.
“Em loves books,” Antoine shares.
“I know.” Richard frowns. “It’s not because you spend more time with her that you know more about her.”
“I’m the one who spends more time with her,” Simon gloats.
“You won’t spend as much time as you do now once you go back to managing our investments,” Richard assures him.
“Are you going to fight now?” I wonder out loud.
“Richard should work less and entertain us more.” Simon glimpses at him and sneers. “You should show her around one of our publishing houses.”
“You know why I’ve been busy lately,” Richard grumbles.
I catch a glimpse of Simon rolling his eyes as his chest rises up and down with a sigh.
“We also own hotels. Emily will have plenty of time to get acquainted with our businesses once she decides if she stays with us or not,” Simon declares.
Richard and Antoine share a look and remain quiet.
“Why the long face?” I ask them.
“They don’t want you to leave us,” Simon replies.
I lower my eyes and look at Simon’s shirt. “I enjoy being with you. You know that.”
“We only have three more days left,” Antoine reminds us.
Richard puts his arm around his shoulders. “Don’t say that. Emily might think we’re pressuring her.”
“You are my lovers, and I want you to also be my friends. I care about you a lot,” I tell them. Hugging Simon’s neck, I add, “I don’t want to be apart from you. The three of you.”
Antoine’s eyes widen. “What does that mean?”
I wet my lips and swallow. “It means that I need to know a lot more about the vampire world before I make a final decision.” I cuddle Simon’s hair. “I know what’s at stake if I leave you.”
“Emily isn’t Victoria,” Simon reminds the others. “You also have to make sure you know that before she agrees to stay with us.”
I search for Simon’s eyes and smile at him while listening to the groans of protest coming from Richard and Antoine.
His voice is low and sexy when he says, “I love you, Em. Remember that.”
Chapter EIGHTEEN
Spending a night chatting and drinking with the boys is amazing and allows me to know more about them as individuals. We talk about my life growing up, the music I like, and things we are passionate about.
My night ends with Richard taking me to his bed, and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
I wake up with Richard’s lips against my neck. “Wake up, baby.”
“Why?”
“Yesterday, you said that you wanted to know more about the Vampire Courts before you made a decision.”
“I’m still sleepy. My head hurts, and I’m hungry,” I complain.
He keeps kissing my neck. “I’ve already asked Mrs. Fable to make you breakfast. Let’s shower, get dressed, and eat. Then we can go to my office and talk. You can ask as many questions as you want.”
“Can I have an aspirin? I think I drank too much yesterday.”
He chuckles. “I told you not to drink Antoine’s cocktails.”
“We were having fun. I enjoyed our night together.”
He brushes my hair. “It was fun. I enjoyed myself. It’s been a while since I feel like I belong to a family.”
I giggle. “He’s so funny when he’s drunk. I’ve never seen that side of him.”
“Trust me, there’s a lot about him that you still don’t know.”
Cupping his face, I whisper,” There’s a lot about you I don’t know either.”
His voice is husky and sexy. “Do you want to find out?”
I nod. “I want to know everything about you, Simon and Antoine.”
“It seems you’ve made up your mind,” he claims.
I purse my lips and swallow hard. “If you’re willing to let go of Victoria’s memories and fall in love with me, I’m willing to be your queen.”
We stare at each other while I try to figure out what’s going through his mind.
My heart hurts. “Is it that hard to let go of her?”
His finger touches my nose. “Not since I met you, Em. You make me feel alive again.”
“Then let go of her,” I request.
“You don’t want her memories, do you?”
I shake my head. “I want to continue to be me. If you don’t want me like that, then let me go back home, and we’ll forget that we exist.”
“Can you forget that we exist?”
“I don’t want to, but I also don’t want to love someone who loves another that isn’t alive anymore.”
“Point taken.” He gets up and grabs my hand so I also get up. “You need coffee and food.”
“What I need is for you to…”
“I love you. You’re my mistress, my queen, and the only one I care about.” His lips cover mine with a tender kiss. “You don’t need to have her memories if you don’t want them.”
“You promise?”
He smiles. “I’ll do anything to make you happy, my love.”
***
In the afternoon, I spend the rest of the day with Antoine. Being with him is always stress-free. He genuinely enjoys talking, and despite having a potty mouth when we are having group sex, the nights with him are romantic and an interchange of souls. We make love nice and tenderly, and we laugh and play before snuggling to sleep. He’s a huge teddy bear or a sex god, depending on what I need, and he seems to read me like an open book.
The next day, I spend part of the morning listening to him play the piano and talk about his travels across Asia. Then, I focus on Simon and how to deal with his mood swings and jealousy. In the afternoon, his exclusive day with me officially starts. I have an idea for our night together, but it involves Richard’s permission to allow Sally to bring me some toys from town.
Once Richard agrees, I spend the rest of the afternoon strolling the garden with Simon. We play hide and seek and roll on the grass, kissing and giggling before coming inside to have lunch.
He’s serene today, and his smile makes me happy and relaxed.
After our late lunch, we rest on the outdoor veranda while I read a book, and he reads an art magazine.
“I didn’t know you were interested in art,” I say, lowering my book and looking at his handsome and concentrated face.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he replies.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, too,” I counter.
He beams. “That’s why we are spending time together. To get to know each other.”
I muse about his words. “What have you planned for tonight?”
He smirks. “A romantic dinner and a visit to my bedroom.”
I giggle. “So, food and sex?”
He raises his head and looks at me. “Not just sex. I want to show my drawings of you.”
My eyebrows knit together.
“I’m not reading an art magazine just to look intellectual. I like art, and I draw and paint in my free time.”
My mouth is agape. “You drew me?”
He nods.
I lean forward, putting my book aside, between the seat and me. “Do I look good?”
“You look gorgeous.”
“What am I doing? Are these sexual drawings?”
He rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “You’ll see.” Nibbling on his lower lip, he adds, “Though, if you want to pose for me tonight, I can paint you naked. Would you like that?”
I fumble in my seat, excited with his proposition. Rubbing my chin, I smirk. “I had a few other plans for our night together. Maybe some other time.”
His voice is low and husky. “What other plans?”
“You’ll see.”
He nods and focuses his attention on the magazine. Licking his finger, he turns the page. “I’m sure I’ll enjoy anything you’re planning.”
I rub my thumb behind my ear. “Simon.”
He looks up.
I flutter my eyelashes, unsure if this is the right moment to talk. “You know I care a lot about you, don’t you?”
His eyes squint, but he doesn’t smile. “Enough to stay here forever?”
“Richard… Tomorrow…”
“What do you want to tell me?”
“I’ve already told Richard I’m willing to be turned and become your queen.”
Simon wets his lips. “Are you serious?”
My heart beats faster as I nod. “I’m sure.”
He places the magazine aside. “Did you even think about my proposal to run away with me?”
“I belong here with you, Richard, and Antoine. We don’t need to run away from here.”
He gets up and leans forward, holding his hands to the armrests.
Leaning back and looking up, my breathing halts for a second. “What?”
“I’m looking at you.”
“Why?”
“I want to remember how sweet you look as a human.”
I hold on to his jacket and push him down. “Will you let me sire you?”
His face hovers over mine, and he nods. “I’ll do anything to be with you, Mistress.”
Our lips touch, and I brush my hands up his torso. His arms snake around me, and he grabs me off my seat as he crushes our mouths for a breathtaking kiss.
A phone call takes away Simon from my arms and into the house. I resume my reading, but I find myself lost in thoughts.
“A penny for your thoughts.”
I look up and see Antoine in front of me. I smile at him; he leans down and kisses me.
“What are you doing on my favorite spot to think about life?”
“Thinking about my life,” I jest. “And waiting for Simon.”
Antoine sits next to me. “I saw him with Richard in the office. It seems there’s a problem with a contract, and they are fixing it.” Crossing his legs, he adds, “Richard told me you decided to stay.”
I nod.
“Is it because we had such a great time yesterday?”
I smirk at him. “We always have a great time. You’re by far the least complicated of the three of you.”
“I don’t know if I should accept that as a compliment or not.”
I stay quiet.
He leans closer and places a loose strand behind my ear. “What’s troubling your beautiful mind?”
“I love being here with you, but I also know we can’t stay here forever.”
“You’ll have to learn how to be a vampire queen once you’re turned. We’ll still be together, but we’ll have to join the Vampire Courts, so you get acquainted with the rest of the vampires. At least, the important ones.” He purses his lips. “Have you decided if you want to drink Victoria’s blood or not?”
“Richard said I could just be a vampire for now without her memories. He likes the idea of having me fall in love with him and you without memories of our past together.”
“I like that idea too.” He sighs as his fingers caress my cheek. “As much as I loved Victoria, before the end, she became paranoid and distant.” He cups my chin. “She saw a lot of death and violence. You’re pure without those memories. I want you to be like that for as long as we can protect you.”
I smile and touch his hand. Getting up, I uncross his legs and sit on his lap. “I need a hug. I’m scared something might go wrong, and this is the last time we’re together.”
He kisses my forehead and embraces me. “Nothing will go wrong. The three of us will be there once you wake up. Richard and I will teach you how to feed, and Simon will continue to be annoyed because he wants you all for himself.”
I giggle. “His jealousy turns me on.”
“Oh, should I be more jealous then?”
I shake my head. “Your sweetness turns me on.”
“What about Richard, what turns you on about him?”
I sigh, rubbing my fingers against Antoine’s neck. “He’s so responsible and serious. When we’re together, he says the sweetest things to me and makes me feel safe. I enjoy how insatiable he is when we make love. And how he moans when he is…” I gulp and look at Antoine as my cheeks warm up and heat pools between my legs.
Antoine’s eyes narrow, and his hand moves down my leg and slips under my dress. My body tenses when he kneads his way up my leg, on my inner thigh, and ends with pressing two fingers against my pussy. “What about me? Don’t I turn you on?”
“You know you do.”
“Yet, you’re wet because of thinking of Richard.”
I peck his lips and sway against his hand. “You just need to smile at me for me to want to kiss and fuck you on the spot.”
He laughs. “That’s better.” He rubs my mound. “I’ll let you rest because you’ll have to entertain Simon.”
I push my hand against his as I kiss him. “I have different orgasms with each of you. I can’t choose. I like to be fucked in the library as much as I like to be fucked against a couch. Or in the veranda.”
“I know you don’t like it when I call you this, but you’re really good at being a little slut and turning us on with your sexy voice and hot body.”
I giggle, not feeling offended. “You’re also the equivalent of a man-slut, aren’t you? You get hard just by thinking about having me here.”
“I get hard when I think about watching others fucking you too. We should do a threesome tomorrow.”
“What about Simon?”
“He can join if he behaves. Richard might want to fuck him again. Who knows?” He shrugs with a malicious smile as his fingers peel down my panties.
“I don’t want Richard touching Simon again,” I protest.
“Jealous?” Antoine chuckles.
“Yes.”
His tongue plays with mine for a bit. “Do you want me to warm you up for your night with Simon? He seems impatient when it comes to you.”
“He is, but I enjoy it. He’s becoming affectionate.” I gasp as his fingers dip and play with my swollen clit. “I have a plan for tonight.” I shiver with his continuous probing and fingering. “You’re so evil.”
“You just have to take off your panties, and I’ll end what I started,” he proposes.
“How are you planning to do that?”
He smirks. “With my cock. I want to suck your tits while you ride me up and down.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re moaning on my lap, and I’m hard as a rock. Because it’s forbidden since it’s not my day today.”
I laugh. “Simon will be mad if he catches us.”
“I’m sure that will turn you on even more,” he purrs against my ear. “My little slut.”
“Prick.”
His voice caresses my mouth. “Come on, spread your legs around me and kneel.”
“Do you remember when you said that Simon needed to be taught? I think you should be taught too,” I say, reaching for his hand even if it pains me to remove it. “This is Simon’s day.” His hand reluctantly moves down my legs. I get up from his lap and lean down to offer him a final wet kiss. Cupping his crotch, I add, “Save that for tomorrow, gorgeous.”
Turning around, I sashay my way into the house as I will myself to decrease my arousal. I deserve a pat on my back for a job well done. I managed to survive Antoine’s seduction. He’s such a sexy devil with the dragon tattoo covering his chest over his heart and his husky accent in my ear. I put my hand over my heart as the memories of our bodies entangled in his bed play in my head.
It’s Simon’s day, and I have a sexy surprise for him.
Simon is hot too. I love the look of need in his eyes when we’re together. I love the passion he pours into his kisses and how he holds me tight after sex. I love how thick and big he feels inside me and how he shoves himself with untamed passion, like a wild beast mating.
Today, I have to be wet for Simon, not Antoine.
My phone vibrates, and I check Sally’s message saying she’s on her way to the mansion with all I wanted. Excited, I pad down the corridor, heading to my bedroom so I can get ready to start my date with Simon. I’m thinking about wearing something sexy under my dress. He went crazy with the negligee the other night. Still, he tends to ruin my clothes when he’s impatient. Thinking about him shredding my clothes makes me extra wet. It’s thrilling to know he goes mad with lust because of wanting me.
I’m completely distracted when a hand grabs my arm and pulls me inside a dark room. I’m pinned against the wall, and an arm presses against my back while a body moves behind.
“Simon, are you so impatient you can’t wait a few more minutes for us to meet?” I say, almost laughing with the memories of the last time we were in that position. His eagerness flatters me, but I want a proper date this time.
An unfamiliar voice whispers behind me, “Simon! Is he the one who replaced me in your bed?”
“Who are you?” I ask, trying to look back as my heart pulsates faster with fear. The arm presses harder, and my head hurts. “What do you want?”
“Was my appearance the first night you arrived here so unmemorable?” He chuckles. “I thought you liked me.”
“Cole?”
“That’s it, my belle. I came to get what is mine.”
I struggle to release myself from his hold even if it hurts. I scream, but his hand covers my mouth. I bite into his palm and push him back, but he’s a rock. Before I can think about what else to do to free myself long enough to ask for help, his fist connects with my chin, and my head spins with the impact. Then, all goes black.
Chapter NINETEEN
My head hurts as if something has slammed against it. My eyes take time to flutter open, but I can’t see anything. It’s dark. I move my arms and roll my body. Falling down, my body hits the floor, and I lose consciousness.
I don’t know how long I was out again, but I’m somewhere soft, and there’s a sheet covering me. I’m parched, and my jaw and lower teeth hurt. I turn my head at the streaming beams escaping the panel covering the window. The light allows me to understand I’m inside a white room, in a bed, and all alone. Closing my eyes, I suck a ragged breath and try to move my limbs. Someone had taken me from the Heavenly Mansion.
Cole.
I’m now in an unfamiliar bedroom, and my body hurts, especially my jaw. The bastard hit me. I should kick his ass.
I growl and sigh.
He’s a vampire. I can’t take him. Not while I’m human. I’m not even sure if I can as a vampire.
Are female vampires stronger than males? Are newborns strong like the most ancient ones? How does it work?
Maybe I should have spent more time questioning Richard than banging him.
Nah!
Banging him was worth it. I had a good run. I had three hot guys falling for me, giving me the time of my life, and making me believe I’m the most gorgeous woman in the world. At least, their world.
My eyes open wide, and I stare at the moldy ceiling. Richard.
He’d be coming for me. They must know I was taken by now. My knights would come saving me.
I sit up and regret that action. Holding my head, I grit my teeth at the pain shooting up my back. “I’m a smart woman. I can find a way to save myself.” I look around. “How can I escape this room?”
Patting down my dress, I realize I don’t have my phone with me. That would be too easy.
I’m sure the door is locked, but there’s nothing like trying. Moving my legs, I swing them to the side of the bed and try to get up. My limbs tingle when my feet touch the ground. As if I’m drunk out of my mind, I lose my balance and sprawl on the floor.
Damn it! Was I drugged?
I try to gain some footing but decide to sit on the floor and rest my back against the bed as I recuperate some strength. I’ll need to run or fight for my life. I have no idea how many hours or days went by since I’m here.
I need to go back to Heavenly Mansion before the Sovereign Queen’s deadline is over.
The thought of losing my lovers terrifies me. “Fucking Cole!”
Minutes go by before I’m able to get up and test if the door is closed or open.
It’s closed.
Sitting against the wall, I wait and think about how I’m going to escape.
When the door finally opens, I scramble back to my feet as I look up at Cole’s tall figure.
He smirks at me. “Did I keep you waiting for too long? Were you eager to see me again?”
“Where am I, and what do you think you’re doing? Do you know what Richard will do to you if he finds out you took me?”
His eyes glint with amusement. “What will he do?”
“Kill you.”
“How do you know I haven’t killed him? I was inside his mansion. I might have killed them all. Including Simon.”
His words bring pain to my heart. “You… you wouldn’t be strong enough to kill Richard and Antoine. They are vampires like you and…”
“Maybe I just had fun killing the human.”
I clench my jaw, trying to steady the fast beating of my scared heart. “Why did you kidnap me? What do you hope to accomplish with this?”
“I didn’t kidnap you. I went to get what was mine.”
“I’m not yours!”
“You’ll be.”
I move forward and glimpse at the exterior. Cole’s hand reaches for my throat, and he pushes me back, squeezing. I choke as I gasp for air. The door closes behind him, and he drags me to the bed and throws me on top of it.
My head hits the mattress, and my body hurts with the impact even if it’s against something soft. I hold my hands to my throat and take fast breaths as I calm down my galloping heart. Fear threatens to weaken me.
Not just fear but also despair.
Cole is lying. He hadn’t killed them. He hadn’t touched Simon. He grabbed me inside a closed room, and he knocked me out before I could scream. Was he alone?
“What are you thinking?” Cole asks, sitting on the bed. “Do you like your new bedroom? It’s not as fancy as your other bedroom in Richard’s mansion, but I’ll find you a better place when you’re you.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m tired of waiting for Richard to do the right thing. The bastard has kept you away from me and told me he wasn’t going to use Victoria’s blood on you.”
I frown, rubbing my neck and sitting up.
“We are here so I can turn you into one of us and get back the memories from your past life,” Cole replies with a mischievous grin. His index raises up my chin. “Such a pretty thing. I’m sure I’m going to have a great time with you.”
“If I was your mistress, don’t you think I’ll be upset once I recover my memories and find out you killed the others?”
He chuckles. “Don’t you want to find out who told your location to the hunters?”
My eyebrows knit together. “What are you talking about?”
“Our family was killed by the hunters. You’ll want revenge once you have part of your old memories back. The blood you left behind will make sure of it. He reaches for his pocket and shows me a vial with a red liquid. “Inside, there’s vampire blood. Victoria’s blood. She was a powerful, old vampire. This will make you strong too.”
My eyes seem hypnotized by the vial. “All I have to do is drink that for my body to transform and my memories to come back?”
“You’ll need the help of a strong witch to activate the memories inside the blood, but yes. This is what you need to be yourself again.”
“What if I don’t want Victoria’s memories in my head? I may be happy to just be me and forget all the things that Victoria lived.”
“I can’t let you do that. I was Victoria’s favorite, and I need her to put my plans in motion against the Sovereign Queen.”
“The Sovereign Queen… Why?”
“She was the one who benefited from Victoria’s death.”
“Are you doing this for personal gain or because you miss your mistress?”
“Both.” He moves closer and touches a strand of my hair. “So pretty.”
I lean back. His hand grabs the back of my head, and he smacks his lips against mine.
Pushing him back, I slap him. “Don’t touch me!”
He slaps me back, and my head hurts with the impact of his hand against my cheek. I close my eyes, ready for another hit, but the mattress bounces when he gets up. I peek and watch him smearing his thumb against the bottom of his lower lip.
“Bitch,” he spats.
I drag myself against the head of the bed, the farther away from him as possible. His hand fists the vial.
“I don’t have time for this.” He grabs my foot and pulls me back. I kick him, but he tugs me harder, and I land on the cold and hard floor.
Crouching beside me, he grips my face and tilts my head back. His evil smirk hovers over my face. “Open wide.”
I shake my head.
“Do you want me to hit you again?”
I pinch my lips together.
“The faster we do this, the faster you can leave this room.” My lips remain closed, and he inhales sharply, clearly losing his patience. “I don’t want a drop of this blood to go to waste. Open your mouth, or you’ll regret it.”
“I don’t want to be turned.”
He lets go of my face, and my head drops against the floor. His fingers pinch my nose while his thumb pushes the cork from the vial. My mouth opens to breathe. He’s fast because before I can close my mouth and hold my breath, the flask is between my lips, and a cold and slimy liquid descends down my throat. I cough, almost choking. His fingers release my nose, but his hand forces against my chest and pins me down.
“Swallow everything,” he orders.
Even if I don’t want to, I have no choice.
“Open your mouth, let me check.” He leans closer, and I obey. “Good girl.”
He releases me, and I sit up. My stomach churns, and I want to throw up. I need to throw up. He must have guessed my intentions because he grabs my head between his hands. “No throwing up. There’s no more blood from where that came from.”
“It’s disgusting,” I mutter.
He smirks. “Now, let’s go straight to the final phase.”
My eyes widen, unsure of what he’s talking about.
“When you return, you won’t be human again,” he says. His hands grip my neck, and I hear a crack before all I see is darkness.
Chapter TWENTY
I sit up, panting for air, while darkness and fear gnaw at my heart. My throat burns, my limbs feel heavy, and I feel sick to my stomach.
Cole forced me to drink vampire blood, and then he killed me.
The memories rush to my mind. I feel lonely, afraid, and I want to cry for Simon, Richard, and Antoine. Where are they? Why haven’t they come to rescue me? Are they dead? Did Cole kill them?
My eyes adjust to the darkness around me. I have no idea how long it has been since I…died.
I died.
Grabbing my neck, I move it slowly to make sure that it’s not broken. But besides the burning sensation in my throat, it seems everything is fine with me.
Am I a vampire now?
I don’t feel any different. If anything, I really need to pee. I hold on to my stomach and cringe. There’s no bathroom in that room. I need to pound on the door and tell Cole I’m alive so he can let me use the bathroom.
My legs drag to the door, and I smack my fist against it. “Open! I need to pee!”
The key circles in the keyhole, and the door opens. Cole’s body shields me from what’s on the other side. There’s light, though, and I hear whimpers of what sounds like females in fear.
“I need to pee,” I tell Cole.
“There’s a bucket in your room. Use it.”
I growl at him. He pushes me back, slams the door shut, and turns the key in the lock.
“Bastard. I’ll kill you as soon as I get the chance,” I mutter to myself. “Where the fuck is the bucket? How am I supposed to see…” Turning around, I stop cursing when my eyes adjust to the darkness, and I decipher the contours of the few objects in the room.
Once my bladder is alleviated, I return to bed and fumble on the sheet as the nauseating smells coming from the house prickle at my nose.
Where am I? It smells of rotten flesh and dead bodies. I can also distinguish the smell of blood. Fresh blood.
I sit up, holding on to my stomach. “I’m feeling sick!” I scream. “I’m thirsty.”
Nothing.
“Cole, I’m going to fucking kill you if you don’t come here at once!”
This time, the threat seems to work because the door opens. But instead of Cole, a young woman in a white summer dress comes in. Her hair is long and black, draping around her lean figure. Her face is pale, and she has dark circles under her eyes, but she’s pretty. Then I notice her neck has puncture marks. Not just her neck but also her arms.
The door shuts behind the girl, and a light turns on.
“Master told me to feed you.” Her hands show me the bottle with a red liquid. “Take it and drink it. It will make you feel better.”
“What’s that? Blood?”
She shakes her head. “It’s too soon for you to drink blood. It’s red tea.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Do you think I’m stupid?”
She shrugs. “I’m telling you the truth.” Uncorking the bottle, she drags her feet to my side. “Smell it.”
The scent reaches my nostrils, and it’s, in fact, water mixed with something else I don’t recognize. I am not a tea lover, so I don’t know what red tea is.
“Drink.” She smiles, timidly, as her hands shake. “You need liquids.”
I grab the bottle and taste it. Since it doesn’t taste bad, I drink it, eager to quench my thirst. The liquid descends my throat and leaks down my neck. It’s refreshing since it’s humid and hot inside the room.
Once the bottle is almost empty, I stop and decide to keep the rest in case I have to stay longer inside that place without anything else to drink.
“Are you his slave?” I ask the girl.
“No.”
“You look…” I ponder my words. “What are you then?”
“His lover. He takes care of me.”
I frown at the deplorable state her body is. “Do you know where we are?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“It’s not like I can escape here.” I smile at her. “Aren’t we going to share the same lover?”
She doesn’t seem amused. “Master doesn’t like that we disobey his orders.”
“Where is your master? Is he out? Is there anyone else outside?”
“There are many of us outside. Master has a lot of lovers. You’re not special.”
“Did he tell you I’m not special?” I swallow the need to laugh at the silly girl. She seems infatuated with Cole. Maybe banging a vampire and doing everything he wants is her thing. Still, she is a source of information since I now know that there are other women in this place, and Cole uses them as food and toys.
“Does your master turn his lovers into vampires?” I ask out of curiosity.
“Some. Not all.”
“Hum.” I show her the bottle. “Would you bring me another bottle like this if I ask?”
Her lips curl up into a wicked smirk that alerts me that something’s wrong. The young woman sits on my bed and folds her hands on her lap. “You won’t need more of that potion I gave you for now.”
“What?”
“I’m Susana. Master wants me to revive the memories of the vampire’s blood that’s coursing through your veins and turning you into an immortal.”
My chest hurts, and my hands go numb. I try to move my body, but I feel as if I’m trapped inside my own skin.
“Cole thought that you wouldn’t trust him if he gave you something to drink. You needed to drink this so I could perform the chanting on you without you offering me any resistance.”
The door opens, and I move my eyes to see Cole coming inside with a tray. He isn’t bringing food; there is a silver basin, two black candles, and a few rocks. A ritual.
The witch speaks. “This is going to hurt, so don’t struggle, or it will take longer.”
My lips move. “Don’t do this.”
“You’ll thank me later, Victoria.” Cole places the tray on the bed. “Shall we start with this? We don’t have much time before they find us here.”
The witch gets up and takes a black chalk from the tray. She leans in front of me and draws weird sigils on my forehead and cheeks. I look at Cole. He’s smiling but remains quiet.
“Light up the candles and place them on either side of the bed,” the witch instructs. “We need the lights off. Did you bring the handcuffs so we can restrain her?”
“We’ll just need them once the effect of your potion wears off. Until then, she’s helpless,” Cole says. “Once she recovers her memories, she won’t try to fight me. She’ll thank me. Don’t be afraid, Susana. She’ll be our ally, not our enemy.”
The witch nods and looks at me. “Close your eyes. It will be easier.” Her palm forces my eyes to shut. Pressing two fingers against my forehead, she begins chanting weird lyrics. Nothing happens for a long time. If anything, I’m sleepy and tired. Then, my body convulses, liquid climbs up my throat, and I throw up.
“Huh!” Cole complains. “Get something to clean this. It’s disgusting.”
Water splashes against my face and runs down my neck and chest. A hand forces against my forehead, and my head hits the back of the headboard. The pain spirals in my head until I feel my body light as a feather. Calm washes over me, then dark abysm opens under my feet.
I scream as loud as I can while I fall into the nothingness.
Chapter TWENTY-ONE
Fourteen days ago
My shift finished later than I hoped for. With my car repairing, I have to go home on foot for two miles. During the day, I have no problem walking, but it’s cold, and it’s past three a.m. There’s a section of the way where the road is dark and surrounded by forest. When the forest ends, there are ravines with sharp ground where a stream gurgles its way to the main river. My fear of heights deters me from looking down there.
The road is quiet. Too quiet, really. I wish Sally didn’t have to work until 7 a.m. She would take me home. I just had to be a big girl and swallow my incoherent fear. Nothing ever happens at Seven Crossroads. Yes, I’m not joking. That’s the name of the town I’m living in. My family moved here five years ago because it was my mom’s birthplace. My grandparents died ten years ago, and their house had been empty ever since.
When times became a bit hard for me to handle, my parents decided to move here, and I couldn’t be happier since it’s where I found Sally, my best Wiccan friend. We have the same tastes in music, the same peculiar taste in clothes, and we even have the same bad taste in men. You know, the good-looking ones who just want to use us for a good time.
It is an ordinary night. The moon is barely visible even if there aren’t a lot of clouds. It is cold but tolerable. I keep my phone in hand with its flashlight on. I had put an orange vest on, so the darkness doesn’t make me a target for distracted drivers.
I wasn’t planning to see Jason’s car driving down the road with the music blasting. He had been at the store two hours ago and had been nasty like always. He’s usually an ass when he’s with his girlfriend, Chloe. When he’s alone, he always flirts and asks me on a late date to Wuthering Woods, a popular place to hook up. Hot or not, I’m not eager to ruin my life and be the talk of the town when he brags to his friends how he shagged the goth girl.
Halting, I retreat to the farthest side of the road, hoping he doesn’t recognize me.
No such luck. Jason’s tires shriek against the paved road as he stops the car and rolls down the window from the passenger seat. “Need a ride home, gorgeous?”
“No, I’m good.”
His smile fades, and he leans closer with squinted eyes. “Don’t be a bitch and get in. I’ll take you.”
By now, I can smell the scent of alcohol coming from his car. I glimpse at the back seat and see a few empty bottles. “My home is just up ahead.”
“I know where you live, Emily. Everybody here knows where everybody lives.”
“So, it’s pointless to turn around your car and go back. It’s late, and I’m sure you want to go home and get some sleep.”
He sneers and moves back to his seat. “Suit yourself, whore.” The car moves forward at high speed.
I inhale sharply, glad he left. My hands tremble, and my legs hurt with the tension. I force myself to move forward and resume my walk a bit faster this time. A few feet ahead, I cross to the other side since there’s a bridge ahead with just a sidewalk on the right.
The sound of a powerful engine warns me a car is coming from behind. Headlights flicker. I turn my head back to see what’s going on. Jason’s driving his vehicle in zig zags.
Is he trying to scare me or run me over?
The ravine is just a few feet away, and the sidewalk is inexistent. There’s just sand and rocks with no barrier. I can’t cross the road to the other side without being run over by Jason’s car, and I can’t move farther into the sidewalk without tripping and falling to my death.
I turn around and shout, “Stop the damn car!” I’m overshadowed by his headlights and cover my eyes with my arm. His tires shriek, and I glimpse under my arm and watch as he loses control of his vehicle. “Shit!”
My body freezes in place, as I have no idea what to do. He’s going to hit me. I’m sure.
A gush of wind brushes past my face, swirling my hair. Something touches me, and I fall back, hitting my arm against the pavement. Then a loud bang resonates, and a figure stands on the road while Jason’s car is tossed back and flips twice before landing on its top.
My mouth is agape as my eyes roam from the car to the figure and back to the car. That guy put himself between the car and me, and the car lost. He literally smashed the car back and made it overturn.
I get up from the floor and run to the car while my arm stings. “Jason! Is he alive?”
The tall, blond man dressed like someone from the renaissance watches me in dead silence as I run past him and crouch in front of the driver’s seat. Jason’s unconscious and badly bleeding from his nose and mouth. His face must have crashed against the airbag, but there’s shattered glass everywhere from the windshield. I push at the door to no avail.
“Help me!” I ask the guy.
Someone else moves down the road, coming from the bridge. My attention is drawn to the woman I recognize as Mrs. Fable and another man I’ve never met.
“You should have saved her life, not smashed the kid’s car,” Mrs. Fable says. “Simon, see if the kid is alive.”
I look at the man in the gothic clothes. I know him since I saw him a few times before. But it can’t be. Richard Heavenly hardly leaves his mansion. How is he able to wreck a car? Does he have superpowers?
“If I didn’t stop the car, she’d be run over and killed,” Richard shouts at Mrs. Fable.
“I predicted her death here,” Mrs. Fable says. “The kid can’t die.”
My attention is drawn to them. Are they talking about me? Was I going to die here tonight? Am I dreaming?
“Move,” the other man reaches my side and grabs the handle.
I look at him. “It’s locked.”
His jaw clenches, and he bends down. “Step back, I’m going to break the window.”
I obey, and the guy hits his elbow against the window, smashing it. Then he opens the door and checks Jason for a pulse.
“Is he alive?” I ask, leaning forward with my hands fisted over my legs.
“He’s breathing, but severely injured,” he informs.
“Richard, remove Emily from here, erase her memories, and take her home. I’ll take care of this,” the woman says.
My attention is drawn to them.
One moment, Richard is looking at Mrs. Fable, and the next, he’s holding my shoulders and guiding me to step farther from the car accident.
“No. What’s going on? Who are you? What are you?”
His mouth opens, and I’m sure I see fangs. His voice is husky. “You’re hurt. I can smell blood on you.”
I look down and touch my arms. My right arm hurts from the fall. “I must have scratched my arm.”
“I’m glad you’re alive,” he says as his eyes soften with concern, and his hands brush my shoulders. “I’m glad I’ve arrived on time.”
“Take her home,” Mrs. Fable orders.
When I look, the other guy is removing Jason from inside the car, and Mrs. Fable is on the phone, probably calling an ambulance.
“Come, Emily. Everything is going to be okay,” Richard says, nudging me to follow him. “Look into my eyes.”
I obey, still trying to process what’s going on. “Where did you come from? How did you stop the car?”
“I’ve been looking for you,” he replies even if that doesn’t answer my questions. “Now that I’ve found you, everything will be okay.”
I frown. “You’re a vampire, or are those fake fangs inside your mouth?”
He grins. “Not fake.”
“Wow!”
He smiles. My stomach drops to the floor as I’m mesmerized by his beauty. “You’re a vampire! A real one?”
His hand covers my eyes, and I lose my senses.
***
The next day, I wake up in my bed, and I have no memories of what had happened the night before. Jason’s car is found two days later in the ravine, but there is no news about Jason’s body being found.
That night was the night Richard saved me from dying. Mrs. Fable was a witch, probably the one that told Richard I was Victoria’s reincarnation. She must have hidden and healed Jason, and that was why he was missing for a few days.
I was supposed to die that night. Richard had erased my memories. Now that I was drugged and turning into a vampire, everything was coming back to me.
* * *
My body hurt, and I scream. I hear new chanting, and something is pressuring on my skull. Darkness swirls inside my mind as voices mumble and whisper incoherencies.
Then, a new memory surfaces.
A memory that doesn’t belong to me. At least not in this lifetime.
There’s a young girl dressed in a pretty dress, and she’s running around a garden as her tresses twirl around with her dancing movements. Her laughter echoes inside my mind.
“Mommy. Look how pretty the butterflies are,” the young girl says, waving in my direction.
I feel my lips draw a smile as my heart swells with love. Carina is her name. I don’t know how I know it, but the memories of her course through my veins and flood my brain.
Victoria’s identity is taking over me, and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be the same when I wake up from this.
Chapter TWENTY-TWO
Richard. Antoine. Simon.
Their names are the first thoughts inside my head as I open my eyes and regain awareness. In an attempt to move my arms, I notice they’re restrained. Handcuffs bite around my wrists. It’s dark, but I can see what’s around me.
I’m still in the same room. The only difference is I have a lot of memories that weren’t in my head before. Like the memories of Antoine when Victoria first met him. He was still human when I fell in love with him and recruited him to be part of my harem.
Richard had been with me for a lot longer. We met at a vampire royal party, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. We flirted for several months before I decided I couldn’t live without him. I made him my lover, and after a few months, I asked him to join my family. There was something else important about him that I couldn’t remember, though.
There were other guys. Lots of other guys. I killed a few of them when they misbehaved, which meant they took human lives and risked exposing our existence to the hunters. I also killed them when they betrayed me. Some were simply released from the family and joined other families or made their own.
I loved many men. Many men loved me.
Not me. Victoria.
Victoria was nothing like me. She could be ruthless, selfish, and vindictive. Still, there was something she loved more than her own life. Someone she kept safe from the Vampire Courts. Her lovers protected her and fulfilled her fantasies. She had friends, lots of friends—vampires, witches, humans, people that shifted into animals, and even magical beings that once were revered as gods. She was a social butterfly, and despite not being a stunning beauty, her charisma and seductive ways made her irresistible to many.
Then, there was Cole. Her memories of him were mostly about how they liked to fuck in groups and feed on young women. Cole liked Victoria for what she could give him. He wasn’t in love with her like Richard and Antoine. She knew that. Cole was in love with himself and wanted to be someone influential in the Vampire Courts.
There is something impregnated inside my heart that was beyond the memories that Victoria’s blood had imprinted in my brain. In her last years of life, Victoria was sick of living. She felt lonely, and nothing excited her. The vampire became paranoid and thought someone was trying to kill her. She became reclused and strayed herself from many of her lovers and friends.
Whoever Victoria had been, I had no wish to become. Her memories could be mine now, but I am not her. I wouldn’t let Cole use me.
I must have fallen asleep because when I’m back to my senses, I can move my arms, and someone is cleaning my hands and neck. My eyes are heavy, and I keep them closed when I hear the voices talking around me.
“What do you think she’ll remember?” Cole asks, close to the bed.
“I have no idea. Victoria’s blood was enchanted, but it was taken and kept years before her death.”
“That means she won’t remember the night she was killed, right?” Cole asks.
“Unless you believe this woman, it’s Victoria’s reincarnation, like the Fable Coven prophesized. She has no way of knowing what happened that night,” the witch assures him.
“Good. I just want her to remember me and know the secrets of the Vampire Courts. I can use her to have more power there.”
“Now that I’ve done what you asked, when are you going to do for me what you promised?” the witch enquires.
“Soon.” He pauses before adding, “Go tell the girls to pack. We are leaving soon. My houses have been attacked by Richard’s men. It’s just a matter of time before they come here.”
“She’ll be waking up soon. Make sure she drinks your blood if you want her to obey you,” the witch warns.
A door closes, and I continue to pretend to be asleep. I know Cole is next to me, but I don’t want him to know I heard their little chat.
A hand grabs my face and shakes my head. “It’s time to wake up, Victoria. Come on.”
Growling softly, I push his hand away. “I’m tired.” I turn my back on him and remain still.
His hand brushes down my hair. His arm circles my waist and pulls me against him. I feel his groin against my butt. His unwanted breath touches my neck. “Wake up, or I’ll give you something to wake up to.”
That sounds more like a threat than something that would arouse someone in bed. His fingers circle around my stomach, and his other hand reaches for the laces on my back.
“Now that you’ve turned, we can finally remember the old times. Don’t you miss them, Victoria? We always had the most amazing sex. I can’t wait to try your new body. You’ll soon forget all about Richard and Antoine. They don’t matter anymore. You have me. I’ll help you get revenge on the ones who killed you.”
I moan, worried. I remove his hand from my stomach and evade the unwanted closeness between our bodies. “I’m tired. What are you doing, Cole?”
“You need to wake up,” he says, his hand cupping my ass. “Turn around, honey. Look what I have for you.”
I cringe at his words. Still, I can’t pretend to be asleep for much longer. It’s time to wake up and pretend I’m Victoria since it’s that what he’s expecting.
Turning around, I yawn and stretch my arms, peeling my eyes slowly.
“Welcome back!” Cole smiles at me. I watch his arm move and look down. His pants are around his knees, and he’s massaging his cock.
“What are you doing?” I gulp, feeling my throat itchy. “Where am I?”
“I’m getting ready for you, babe. You just woke up after a very draining reviving session. I did like you told me to. I gave you your blood and had a witch bring your memories to life. You were dead, Victoria. Do you remember anything about your previous life?”
My eyes move from his cock to his chest. His shirt is half-opened. Memories of Cole’s lips on Victoria’s body surface. His muscles flexing as they kissed and fucked. She used to enjoy it, which presented a problem to me since my body seems to be under that impression. I can’t allow myself to feel hot and bothered by his cock and naked body.
His smell is enticing to my new enhanced senses. I could sense his arousal and watch the blood pulsate in his veins. Still, I can’t bite him. His blood is off the table.
“Victoria? Are you here?” Cole’s hand moves up and down in front of my eyes. “Don’t you want to take off your clothes and move closer?”
I gulp and focus on his face. Grinning, I sit up and wrap my hair into a ponytail. “I’m confused. Where am I?”
“Don’t worry about that. Do you remember me? Where did we meet?”
“In the French Riviera. You were the son of a perfumer who came to France to learn with the masters. I loved your British accent and how you liked to party. I took you to my home and fucked you in my couch. I miss that couch.”
Cole smiles. “You remember. I was worried you wouldn’t.”
“You were eager to learn. You used to be innocent, Cole.”
He reaches for my bodice and pulls the laces. “Do you still remember how good it was when we did it?”
I nod, removing one of the laces and wrapping it around my hair. If I’m planning to escape, I need to lower Cole’s defenses. He’s still stronger than me, and I haven’t fed. I need to eat, and there is a human on the other side of the room. Probably a lot more than one since I still hear a few sobs and whimpers from time to time.
“You’re gorgeous. Do you know that?”
I nod again. “Do you like this body?”
“You had a nice upgrade,” he claims.
I smirk, slipping the sleeves of my dress down my arms. His hand shoots up as he kneels, but I slap it away. “Let me. I want to strip for you.”
He sits up with a happy face and removes his boots before pulling down his pants. Resuming his seat on the bed, he watches as I remove the bodice and roll down the dress, showing him my boobs.
“Perky and round,” he says, licking his lips. “I want to suck them.”
I kneel and continue lowering down my dress, descending it down my hips and exposing my panties. Moving to the side, I slip the dress down my legs and drop it on the floor. “Do you want me to remove my knee-high socks and boots?”
“No, leave them on. It looks hot on you.” He moves forward with eager eyes.
I close my eyes when his lips touch my neck, and his arms surround me and bring me closer to him. My nipples touch his chest as my hands are forgotten along my body.
His hand grabs one of my hands and wraps it around his cock. “I want you to touch me.”
His hands explore my back, grab my ass, and hold me below my butt as his lips touch my collarbone and descend to my boobs. I let him, pretending nothing is happening. I distract myself with other thoughts, but his hand on my hand reminds me he’s hard as a rock.
“Did you forget how I like it?” he whispers in my ear. “Or are you not enjoying yourself? This doesn’t feel like you. You’re always so lively in bed.”
I clench my teeth. Maybe he’s a jerk, but he’s hot enough for me to pretend I’m enjoying this.
“Are you not Victoria?” he asks, his voice taking a menacing tone. His fingers grip harder to my flesh. “We can do this the nice way or the hard way. What do you prefer?”
“You know I like the hard way, too,” I tease, my lips brushing down his cheek. I release his cock and caress my hands up his torso. “You’re still ripped and hot as always. I enjoyed immortalizing your beauty sixty years ago.”
“A lot of things have changed since you died.”
“I can see that,” I assure him.
“Do you have the girl’s memories too?”
“What other memories?” I whisper, staring into his eyes.
He smiles and nips my earlobe. “You’re no longer a queen, darling. I’ll have to be your master in this life if you want to survive.” His hands cup my breasts. “Such nice tits. I’m going to enjoy coming between them after I fuck you nice and hard.” Making true to his threats, he bends me down. “Suck.”
I open my mouth and take him in. One of his hands fists my hair while the other massages my back. I suck and lick his massive cock and adjust it against my throat. He moans and tenses as my head boobs up and down. I like to give blowjobs because I enjoy having a hard dick inside my mouth and feeling it jerk when it ejaculates. Even if his isn’t the one I want in my mouth, I have to please him if I’m planning to escape before I become his willing bitch.
He pushes my head up when my tongue swirls around his head. “I’ll come too soon if you keep it going.” Grabbing me by the neck, he brings my face to him, and he kisses me. “Do I taste good in your mouth?”
“The best,” I lie. “Did you miss me?”
“No one can make me come like you do, darling.”
I’m sure he just lied too, but I have to play along. My mouth presses harder against his. His hand gropes my breasts until he lowers his head and sucks them. Wrapping his hands on the back of my thighs, he takes his time to play with my boobs. I tilt my head back and let him have his way as heat coils on my lower stomach. He must have sensed my arousal because his fingers move to my pussy, and he presses them against the panties, rubbing and probing.
“I haven’t lost my touch,” he brags. “Is your pussy wet for my cock, Vic?”
“Yes.” I sway. “I want you, Cole.”
“I’m going to give it to you nice and hard, honey,” he boasts. “Soon, you’ll forget you even had other lovers.”
I try not to roll my eyes as I whisper softly, “I can’t wait.”
He keeps sucking my tits and rubbing his fingers between my folds. He was always a rushed lover. Even Simon felt better the first time. Scratch that. Simon felt great. I had the hots for him from the moment I saw him. I want to know if he is alive. I’d kill Cole over and over again if he had hurt him.
“Lie back. I can’t wait any longer,” Cole moans against my mouth.
I obey, lying back and spreading my legs. My hands rub my boobs, trying to lessen the uncomfortable sensation left behind by his mouth.
Cole knees between my legs after slipping off my panties and smelling them. His eyes are on my pussy as if he never saw one before. “You have a nice pussy.”
“Thanks.”
He falls on top of me, his hands secure on both sides of my body as his cock pokes against my groin. He keeps poking until he finds the entrance. His head goes first, and I moan in expectation. The rest of his cock slams inside, and he moves in and out with a moaning face.
I frown as I look at him. This is a turn-off. He keeps the pace for a few minutes while I fight the need to yawn. I just need to splay over the bed and wait for him to be over. I can do that. Once he’s tired, he’ll be vulnerable. Still, I’m not in the best position to do what I want.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” he asks, noticing there is someone else in the bedroom other than him. “Is it good?”
“Yes.”
“You’re silent. Are you shy? Moan, I like to hear it.”
I close my eyes and roll them in my sockets. Ennui is this right here—a hot dude, fucking me like I don’t exist and expecting me to enjoy it. As much as Victoria might have liked Cole in her time, this body isn’t feeling the attraction.
I make an effort to meet his thrusts and position my body to feel his cock shoving into me. A tingling sensation settles in my lower stomach, and I moan softly.
The door opens, and the witch comes in. I peek at her and watch as she stops in her tracks and glares at us. I smirk and moan louder just to ruffle her feathers.
Cole doesn’t seem to notice she’s watching us, or he doesn’t care. He’s too busy groaning in search of his own pleasure.
The witch turns her back on us and slams the door, disappearing to wherever she goes when she’s not here torturing me with Victoria’s memories.
I register the door is unlocked. Wrapping my legs around Cole’s waist, I dig my nails in his back and sigh louder. “Come for me, baby. It feels so good.”
“You’re so tight. I really like your new body.”
“Oh, Cole! You’re so big and hard.” He slams faster against me. Faster than humanly possible, and I can only compare it to a bunny having sex. Cole must have watched them fornicate and learned with them.
The constant friction eventually ignites something inside me, but it’s too late because Cole ejaculates, peaking with a louder cry—a lot like a hoarse screaming goat.
His lips leave a trail of spit on my neck and cheeks. “Did you enjoy yourself, babe?” He grabs my boobs. “I want to eat your ass so bad!”
I open my eyes wide. Wait, what? No one is going to fuck my ass. At least not him. “Babe, I’m still so horny. I want to fuck you so hard. Let me straddle you. Do you remember how good it was?”
He seems to reconsider his options and rolls to the other side. “Come on, ride me. I can eat your ass some other time.”
“We have lots of time,” I coax with a sexy grin. “I just can’t get enough of your hard cock. My insides are burning with need.” Sitting up, I maneuver my body to straddle him, but I find an almost flattened penis under me. I grin as my hand moves under our bodies, and I massage him. He folds his arms behind his head and watches me.
Since he needs a bit of encouragement to get hard again, I release his cock and begin kissing his torso, giving extra attention to his nipples. I use my hair to caress his skin and my teeth to tease him by nibbling him next to his jugular. I stroke my slit against his shaft. The heat increases between my legs as I use him to pleasure myself.
If it were Richard under me, I would already be crazy with need. If it were Simon, I’d be kissing him until he couldn’t breathe. If it were Antoine, he’d be caressing my boobs with extra care while he rubbed himself between my folds.
Cole’s a letdown.
“I’m exhausted,” he claims. “I’ve been preoccupied since I took you. Plus, I have to deal with my own harem, and some of them are displeased. It’s nice to be pampered by you.”
My hands stroke his abs, and my tongue circles his nipple. “You’re so sexy. No wonder they want a piece of you.” Lowering my hand to his cock, I add, “I’ll give this bad boy a nice time once he’s rested.”
“I’m doing my best,” he moans. “But we’ll have to leave soon.”
“I know. But I just want to remember the old days before we get out of here.”
His hips shove forward as his penis seems to come to life. I massage his balls and take his half-hard cock inside me. By then, my walls are needy, and I want him to get hard enough for me to come once and for all. A bad fuck leaves a bad taste in one’s mouth and cunt. I had been spoiled, and I wanted my lovers back.
I grind against him as I straddle him and rest my hands against his shoulders. My voice is hoarse as I push myself against him. He’s groaning under me as I do all the work.
“So tight, you’re killing me,” he moans. “You’re sucking the life out of me.”
I swallow my need to laugh and slow down. I drop my weight on him and fuck him slower, which increases my desire by half now that his shaft seems to be completely hard. In this position, I finally feel something. Heat swirls in my lower stomach and groin. My nipples harden, and shivers run up and down my back. I nibble on my lower lip, undulating my body to feel every inch of his length. He bends his knees and shoves forward. I take his hands and put them on my breasts. Sitting up, I ride him nice and slow as his hands caress up and down my chest and navel. I guide his hand to touch my mound, where our groins move against one another and increase the pleasure of our bodies.
“Oh, Vic,” he whimpers, lost in pleasure. His eyes are closed, and his head is tilted back with parted lips.
Watching Cole, I look at his jawline and neck. He’s a handsome bastard. Not as attractive as my lovers, though. Even if his dick is big, their cocks feel a lot better.
The tension grows between my legs, and I swallow a gasp. Closing my eyes, I enjoy this for a little longer. His hands grab my hips, and he shoves faster. I let him. Goosebumps run along my shoulder blades and snake down my back. My ass tenses; my inner thighs tingle. I focus my mind on the extremities of my body as pleasure increases.
My nails grow into claws, my fangs elongate inside my mouth, pleasure wraps around my nipples, caresses my neck, and grows saliva inside my mouth. I can’t suck his blood, but I’m hungering. I ride him faster. He moans, and his head tilts further back as his orgasm is ready to explode. His mouth opens wide, and he gasps for air. His body tenses under me.
Moving my arm, I slash his throat with my claws. Blood splashes around us. His groans become screams, but they are smothered by the blood flooding to his mouth. I watch him squirm and try to breathe as his legs move up and down. His hands bang against the mattress.
I smile as I increase the pace, close my eyes, and come. I release each moan and shriek that the orgasm unleashes. When my pussy is completely satisfied, I move from the top of him and look at him, fading into the darkness. His eyes lose its shine, and his body stops jerking. Victoria had seen a lot of people dying. It wasn’t new to her, but it was to me. I had killed someone.
I was going to kill more.
Since we were fucking, I’m sure no one suspected Cole’s final screams. If anything, the witch is pissed with him.
Searching for my dress, I put it on and fix my hair. I need to look presentable.
I glance one last time at Cole’s lifeless body and wonder if by slashing his throat, he’ll remain dead or not. What’s the protocol for this? I know a stake to the heart works. Decapitation also works. I’m not sure if slashing someone’s throat works.
Why can’t I access Victoria’s memories? I’m tired and famished. I need to feed.
Everything will be better once I feed on the witch and explore the place I’m in. He talked about others. His pets might become aggressive if they find out that I killed their sire.
Smoothing down my dress, I open the door and step into an illuminated kitchen area. The witch sits at a table, reading a magazine. Her head moves up when she sees movement. Her eyes widen when she sees me. I’m assuming the blood on my cleavage and face might have shocked her because she becomes paler than she is.
“H-help.”
I smile at her. “No one is coming to help you, pet.”
In a flash, I’m in front of her. She has no time to escape before my fangs are in her neck, and I’m sucking her blood. It tastes sweet like the blood of all witches. A bit more delicious because it’s my first time feeding.
Her sobs bring me back to the present. I lessen my grip and fondle with her boobs. “You should have been nicer to me.”
“Don’t kill me.” She gasps and presses her hands against my arms. “I can help you escape. T-there are others. Vampires.”
I remove my fangs from her neck and look at her terrified expression. “I just killed your master.”
She shakes her head. Her lower lip trembles and tears roll down her cheeks. “I gave you back your memories. Spare me. Cole’s nothing to me. I just want to serve the Vampire Court.”
My hands keep feeling her boobs. Victoria enjoyed women from time to time. The witch’s pretty even if she’s in bad shape. “Cole didn’t treat you right. You should have nice dresses, and he should have licked your wounds, so you healed.”
“Mistress, I’ll be a good girl. I’m powerful. I can be useful to you.” She holds my hands and moves closer to me. Her lips cover my bloody ones. “I’ll be a good girl.”
I kiss her, hungrily, molding her body against mine. Our boobs touch, and my hands cup her ass. Pulling up her dress, I move my hands between her thighs. “I’ll spare you if you tell me what Cole was planning to do with me.”
Her tongue swirls in my mouth, and her hands squeeze my boobs. “Will you sire me if I’m a good girl?”
Siring her meant she would lose the magic in her blood. Still, I am not sure if I can trust her even if she seems eager to please me. Her pussy feels hot against my fingers. “You poor thing. I’m sure you haven’t been properly fucked for a long time if you’re with Cole.”
She laughs. “I’m sure you can fix that, Mistress.”
I lick her neck where I had bitten her. The wound disappears, and I keep licking her until her arms and neck are healed. My hand moves down her dress, and my tongue flickers around her aroused nipple. Still, this isn’t the time and place to get distracted by the witch’s hot body. If anything, she should be distracted by me.
My hand slips under her dress and moves inside her panties. I watch her gasp as I flicker my fingers along her slit. I had good teachers in how to arouse a woman. “Tell me, who else is here?”
“He keeps them locked in another room,” she says, moving against my hand.
I release one of her breasts and close my mouth around it. They are small but round and perky. Dipping two fingers inside her wet pussy, I move them in and out as she holds on to my shoulders. “How many people are here?”
“Three vampire females. Two humans who he uses to feed. There are blood bags in the fridge if you are hungry. You should drink a lot of blood because you’re a newborn.”
I push her against the wall as she rides my fingers. I keep sucking her tit and wait until she comes at least once since she is kind enough to answer my questions. Once her pussy contracts around my fingers, I use my thumb to rub her little bundle of nerves and watch her come again.
“I’ll rip you apart, limb by limb, if you’re lying to me,” I menace as she rides her orgasm.
She grips harder around my nubs. “It’s a shame that you don’t have a cock. That felt great.”
“That can be arranged, darling,” I tease against her ear as I remove my hands from her body. “Now, tell me where the others are. The vampire females can’t be left alive if we’re planning to keep living.”
She gulps, fixing her hair and dress. “There’s a door to the basement beside the fridge. The keys are next to it.”
I look around and assess the place. “Weapons?”
“Will a kitchen knife do? Cole didn’t have guns.”
I look at my hands that were back to normal after killing Cole. I could just use my claws, but it will be messy if there are three vampires downstairs. “Is there a car to escape? A phone?”
I have no idea how to reach Richard. I didn’t know his number. Simon is the one who had my number, but I don’t have my phone with me either. Maybe Cole’s phone has the information I need. They knew each other.
“Cole’s phone is in his jacket.” She points at the jacket over a chair.
I hesitate about turning my back on her. “Where are we? Are we far away from where he took me?”
She nods. “We drove for five hours to get here.”
“Fuck.” I blink several times as I ponder about my situation. “But, there’s a car, right?”
She nods again.
“Good.”
She looks around. “I can poison the vampires if you believe you’re not strong enough to take them down.” She walks to the fridge and opens it. “It’s almost time to feed them. I just need to poison their blood with human ashes and belreteen.”
“Belretten?”
“Hunters use it to kill vampires. It’s a special poison that only existed for twenty years. A witch discovered it by chance. The hunters got the formula before the vampires destroyed all evidence and killed the coven that produced it.”
“You seem to know a lot about that.”
“It was my coven. I was a child when it happened.”
“Still, you’re colluding with vamps.” I fold my arms and watch as she pours blood into a glass. She offers it to me. “How do I know it’s not poisoned?”
“I don’t poison my family. At least not until you killed Cole. Now I’m free.”
“How do you know Cole if you seem to have all reasons to hate vampires?” I take the glass and drink.
“They didn’t kill me, but they sold me to a vampire family. Witches are important, so they decided to keep my bloodline alive and let me train in the magical arts to be useful.” She removes a bottle of water from the fridge and drinks. “Cole killed them and kept me. The Sovereign Queen ordered him to kill everybody, but he saved me.”
“Because he thought you’d be useful to him.”
“I don’t love him or owe him anything. I just swapped a master for another. Cole wasn’t as cruel as my former master, but he wasn’t nicer either.”
I smirk. “It seems you’re good at adapting so you can survive.”
“From what Cole told me about you, so are you.” She looks me up and down. “Unless I’m actually talking to Emily and Victoria’s memories are just a nightmare now that you’re awake. Who are you?”
“I’ll tell you once we get out of here.”
Chapter TWENTY-THREE
I wash the blood off my hands under the tap water. Cole had his pets in the worst conditions possible, but he had a good bedroom with a bathroom for himself. I’m sure the bed has seen all sorts of orgies, so I am not eager to lie down and rest. However, I need to wash from all the killing.
Susana’s wide eyes fixate on the wall as she sits on the toilet. I don’t trust her yet. At least not enough to let her roam freely around the bedroom without me watching her every move.
I watch my reflection in the mirror. For a second, I think I see Victoria’s figure, and then I realize it’s me—Emily. A messy Emily with blood splattered all over her face and her hair looking like a bird’s nest.
“Are there any clean clothes around here so we can change?” I ask Susana.
She nods.
“Why the long face?”
“Will you kill me next? You didn’t spare the other girls. They were innocents.”
“They attacked us when you opened the door,” I remind her.
“Haven’t you heard of Stockholm Syndrome?”
I strip down my clothes and turn on the shower. Walking to her, I straighten her up and undress her. “We need to escape, but we’re dirty and smelly. Once we’re clean, I’ll find you something for you to eat, and we’ll take the car. You can go anywhere you want once I’m home. You don’t need to serve me or whatever you think all vampires want.”
She covers her breasts with a hand and her pussy with another. I arch an eyebrow. “We’re women. I’ve seen everything you got.” I nudge her to the shower. “Get clean first.”
It takes a while for her to relax under the hot water, but she eventually sighs and washes her face and hair. I watch her as I try to discern how much of Victoria lives inside of me.
I had her knowledge of how to kill others and use my vampire powers. I had many of her memories of her lovers and friends. Her experiences allowed me to kill without hesitation and not feel remorse. Maybe I will once I escape and am safe.
“Do you know if Cole killed my lovers?” I ask Susana.
“I wasn’t with him when he went to get you,” she replies.
“We can’t unlock Cole’s phone without knowing his unlocking pattern.” Apparently, once the person is dead, the fingerprint no longer activates the sensor. Cole being a vampire made his body temperature even lower, so his fingerprint wasn’t working when I tried.
“We still have the car to get away from here,” she reminds me. Turning around, she reaches for my arm and requests my presence inside the shower with her.
“That thing that happened there. I’m not into girls,” I explain to her as her hands rub cream on my body. “I was just feeling…”
Her mouth covers mine, and she rubs my boobs. She keeps kissing and washing me as water rolls down my skin and flattens down my hair.
“You please me,” she whispers. “Cole liked it when we kissed other women. I learned how to enjoy a woman’s body and… their mouth in my cunt.”
“Oh.” I gulp as her fingers slip between my folds, and she rubs herself against me.
“We have toys in the drawers. You said you’d take care of me. Are you going to abandon me now that you don’t need me? Or maybe you’re killing me too.”
The little fox knows what she’s doing, and I can’t deny that I’m enjoying this. Vampire queens have ladies-in-waiting and witches. I’ve become a vampire. If my lovers are dead, I have to form a new harem and find allies to keep me safe.
I don’t want to believe my lovers are gone. I’m sure Cole lied. I can’t lose Richard and Antoine again. I can’t bear to think I won’t see my gorgeous Simon once more. I still owe him a night together.
Susan continues to entice me. I need to keep my guard up because she might be doing this to stake me and run away without me. If that’s the case, I need to be in control of the situation.
We wash until all blood and dirt are gone from our bodies. Once we are clean, the water is shut, and we dry ourselves with towels. Susana dries my hair and combs it before braiding it. It reminds me of Antoine since he also enjoys doing this to me. I miss him. I miss them.
I gasp when Susana kneels between my legs, and her tongue explores my pussy. I lie back on the bed and let her pleasure me. She’s as good as any of my lovers. Once I’m high on lust, she opens a drawer. I sit up and grab her hand before she can reach whatever is inside it.
“Relax. It’s just a few toys,” she whispers.
I look inside and see dildos and all sorts of other sex toys. “What do you want from there?”
She smiles and reaches for the double dildo. “You offered last time.”
I release her hand and watch as she works the dildo into her and then moves on top of me. Real cocks are better, but I can’t deny I enjoy myself when she shoves herself into me, and we offer each other pleasure. Our groins rubbing while the dildos stimulate our insides alleviates the tension. Her boobs touching against mine while our tongues fight wakes up every pore of my skin and rides me into a perfect orgasm that relaxes my entire body.
Once we’re over, we snuggle together, and Susana falls asleep.
I let her rest as I search inside Cole’s closets. I find clean clothes for us to wear—mostly T-shirts, hoodies, and two pairs of sweatpants. There are also a few items of underwear that, although sexy, will hold the ladies up.
Susana seems exhausted. She doesn’t wake up when I dress her. I’m stronger now that I’m a vampire, so I place her over my shoulder and carry her to the car. Lying her down on the backseat, I take the wheel and open the garage door with the gate remote control.
The night has fallen, and it’s safer for me to drive since we are in the desert away from civilization. I look at the guiding system, thankful that the car is modern, and I can type my home address and be guided there.
Then I remember I should pack a few bags of blood and food for the road. Rushing out of the car, I go to the kitchen and gather a few items, shoving them into a bag.
A few minutes later, I’m back in the driver’s seat. I turn on the car and drive away, making sure to close the gate so no wild animal goes inside, lured by the scent of blood and guts.
Once I get home, I’ll tell Richard what happened. I’m sure he has the means to take care of the gruesome spectacle of death I’m leaving behind.
If he’s alive.
“Stop it!”
“Who are you talking to?” a sleepy Susana asks.
“To my conscience.”
“Are we on the road?”
I nod.
“You didn’t leave me behind.”
“I told you I wouldn’t. I keep my promises.”
Her arms reach for my neck, and I tense, but she just hugs me. “Don’t abandon me, Mistress. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”
I pat her hand. “Once we get home, I’ll ask Richard to find you a beautiful room. I’ll introduce you to my lovers. They are gentle and very protective of me. You can stay until you decide what you want to do with your life.”
“A witch without a coven or a vampire family is a target,” Susana reminds me. “I can be useful. You might need me to fix your memories or prevent Victoria’s blood from taking over your body completely and erase your memories.”
“How do you know I’m not Victoria?”
“You didn’t kill me when I begged you. An ancient vampire like Victoria wouldn’t pity me. Not after what I did by Cole’s request.”
“You’re right. I’m still Emily, and I can control Victoria’s presence inside my mind. Still, I’m not sure what I can do for you.”
“Give me a home. Protect me from the Sovereign Queen when she finds out what Cole did.”
“I’ll do my best, Susana. Now, lie back and sleep some more. We have a long road ahead.”
She relaxes and leans back in her seat. Closing her eyes, she remains still, and I don’t know if she’s sleeping again or just resting her eyes.
I focus on driving on the dark road without any illumination other than my car lights. I turn on the high beams and look at the gas tank. Luckily, it’s full, and I’m sure we don’t need to stop to refill. Then I remember that in a rush, I forgot to look for money.
At least we have food.
Chapter TWENTY-FOUR
I drove for two hours without seeing another car on the road. Then, from afar, three cars come in the opposite direction. Slowing down my march, I turn off the high beams and watch closely as the cars drive by.
Simon!
I step on the brakes, and the car comes to a sudden halt. The other cars continue their way. I turn the car around and go after them, flickering my lights at them and pressing on the horn.
“What’s going on?” Susana asks. “Why are you going after those cars.”
The cars stop, and I break again. The two vehicles behind Simon’s car open the doors, and men in suits get out. They are wearing swords on their waist and concealed guns.
Simon steps out of the car, and I open the door and get out. “Simon! It’s me.”
The men in suits form a barrier, preventing me from speeding to Simon.
Before I can protest, two arms grab me, and I feel a body against mine. “Em!”
It’s Richard.
I glance back as Antoine’s body collides with mine and hugs Richard and me. “Where have you been? We were looking for you.”
I can’t speak as they crush me between their arms, but I can’t deny how happy I am. “Let me breathe.”
Once Antoine lets me go, and Richard does the same, I glimpse at Simon, who held his place beside his car. The men in suits relax and are now resting their backs against their vehicles.
Pushing Antoine aside, I ask Simon, “Are you going to hug me or not?”
He raises his head and walks toward me. We meet in the middle as I jump into his arms and hug him tighter than ever.
“He said he killed you. The bastard!”
“Who?” Simon asks, his hands pressing my back and head really tight against him.
“Cole.”
“How did you escape? We were in our way to raid another of his homes.”
“I killed him.”
He leans back and looks at my face. “You killed him?”
“He said he killed you, Richard, and Antoine. So I killed him and his harem. There’s just a witch left. She helped me, and I said I’d keep her safe.” I point back to the car. Richard and Antoine also look back since I’m sure they can hear my conversation with Simon.
Susana steps out of the car and waves timidly. “Hi! I’m Emily’s … friend.”
Simon breathes in my scent, and his lips crush against my neck. “I’m just glad you’re alive. I was worried sick.”
My heart threatens to leave my chest of how happy I am for seeing them. “I’m going to kiss you so hard when we get home.”
“I don’t mean to sound skeptic, but how did you manage to kill Cole?” Richard asks behind Simon and me. He pats my shoulder. “Leave the cuddles for later. You need to take us to where Cole kept you and show me what happened.”
“Are you sure it’s her?” Antoine asks Richard while squinting at me. “She’s all over Simon and not me. I’m not sure if we aren’t being played. Maybe it’s an illusion.”
“Stop being jealous of Simon,” I tell him. “You’re always like that when I have a new lover.”
Antoine arches an eyebrow and looks at Richard. “I told you there’s something different about her. She even smells different.”
Letting go of Simon’s arms and leaning my back against his chest, I inform them, “I’m a vampire now. Cole gave me Victoria’s blood to drink.”
“He also activated her memories,” Susana tells them, coming closer. “That’s how she managed to control her new powers and kill Cole and the other vampires.”
I wait for Richard and Antoine to rejoice with the news. They don’t. If anything, they look worried and exchange a look between them.
Richard’s the first to speak. “How much do you remember of your previous life?”
“Who cares?” Simon holds me closer and kisses my hair. “What matters is that she’s alive, and she managed to escape and kill her captor.”
I smile and relax in his arms. I missed his embrace and his voice. I missed his body against mine. “I love you.”
Antoine and Richard release a deep sigh.
I look at them. “What?”
“She’s still there,” Antoine tells Richard. He nods. “She wouldn’t care about Simon if she was gone.”
“Boys, talk to me. I’m still here. I’m still Emily, and I love you all. Not just Simon.” I glimpse back at Simon. “Though, I’m especially fond of Simon for the past days.”
“Shit,” Antoine curses. “If she has Victoria’s memories, she’s going to put us aside and play with her new pet a lot more.”
I let go of Simon’s arms and reach for Antoine, snaking my arms around his neck. “Who said that? I’m going to love you the same or even more than before. You and Richard are the only things left from my past. I’m going to treasure you with all my heart.”
“Mistress,” Richard’s voice reaches my ear when I’m busy kissing Antoine. “We need to get to Cole’s hideout and clean the place.”
I let go of Antoine’s hungry lips and reach for Richard to kiss him too. Once I’m done, I return to Simon’s arms. “Someone can drive my car? I’m not looking forward to going there again, and I’m tired.”
“I want to go with Em,” Simon announces. He turns around and calls one of the armed guards. “Fredric, drive my car.”
“I’ll drive Em’s car,” Richard protests.
“You can drive,” Simon says, reaching down my legs and taking me in his arms to the car. He places me in the back seat and sits next to me.
Susana walks to the car and sits in the front.
Richard doesn’t seem pleased, but he enters the driver’s seat and turns on the engine. The door on the other side opens, and Antoine takes the seat beside me. By then, I’m busy kissing Simon and ignoring the road ahead and the rest of the people inside the car.
Antoine’s hands circle my waist, and he kisses the nape of my neck. I’m stuck between two gorgeous men while they fight for my attention and shower me with kisses.
“You’re tense,” Antoine says, massaging my shoulders.
“She’s tired. Let her relax,” Simon scolds, pushing Antoine’s hands away.
“You’re kissing her. Let her rest.” Antoine pushes him back.
I raise my head to look at Richard, watching us from the interior rear-view mirror.
Smiling, I move forward and wrap my arms around the driver’s seat and Richard’s body. “I love you. I’m happy you came for me.”
Simon and Antoine lean back and stop teasing each other. Richard smiles, pleased, and I lean my head against the seat and close my eyes. “Susana’s going to live with us.”
“What do you mean?” Simon and Antoine ask at the same time.
“She has no place to go,” I explain.
“She’s a witch,” Antoine protests.
“She’s my witch,” I clarify, stretching my hand and caressing her hair. “Isn’t she beautiful? You need to be nice to her. She had a rough life, and I want her to like us.”
“We already have a witch in our family,” Antoine mutters.
“There’s nowhere that says that a vampire family can’t have two witches or an entire coven,” I remind him.
“Are you going to sleep with her too?” Antoine asks.
“Whatever I do with her, it’s between Susana and me. She’s mine.”
Susana smiles at my words and turns around to grab my hand. Cuddling her cheek against my hand, she closes her eyes. “I’m tired, Mistress. Are you sure they won’t harm me when I’m away from you?”
“Now you’re pushing your luck, witch,” Antoine rants. “We don’t kill women. We aren’t barbarians.”
“She’s afraid you’ll force her into having sex,” I clarify.
Antoine frowns. Folding his arms, he grumbles, “We don’t rape women, either.”
“They don’t,” I assure her. “Besides, I don’t share my lovers. Unless it’s a special circumstance.”
Antoine and Richard nod at the same time.
I giggle. “They don’t like to be shared either. They are loyal to their mistress.”
Susana opens her eyes and looks at me. “I’ll be loyal to you too.”
I lean closer and kiss her lips. “You’ll be whatever you want to be, my sweetheart. Once I trust you’re not going to betray us, you can be free to do whatever you want with your life. Even find your own lovers.”
“You can trust me, Mistress. I have nowhere else to go. I’ll be a good girl.”
“You keep saying that. There’s only a way for you to truly be a good girl.”
“What’s that?” she asks.
“You have to love us. If you love us, you’ll be faithful.”
Simon’s hands grab me under my breasts, and he leans over my back. “Em, are you sure you want to accept her in our family? We don’t know anything about her.”
“Don’t be jealous, Simon.” I pat his hands. “I haven’t forgotten we still have a night together that didn’t happen. But we have a new family member, and you need to be nice to her and learn how to share.”
“Not too nice,” Susana mutters.
Simon sneers at her. “I couldn’t care less about you, witch.”
Antoine laughs. “He’s the new me.”
I laugh and nod. “You’re right.”
Nudging Simon back, I sit on his lap and place my legs on Antoine’s lap. “It’s almost two hours until we arrive at our destination. I’m going to get some rest.”
As I make myself comfortable in Simon’s arms and Antoine rubs my feet, I close my eyes and try to forget all the carnage that had to happen for me to return to my lovers’ arms.
I’d do everything again if I had to. I regret nothing.
I peek at Susana. Her eyes are closed, and she’s hugging herself. I can only imagine how her life has been. I’m sure she trusts no one like a wild cat in the streets fighting for survival. Life lessons and Victoria’s memories have provided me with more knowledge. Even a wild cat can be domesticated with patience.
Smiling, I remember the time we had together in Cole’s bed and inside the shower. I’m not that into women, but I can always make an exception and take Susana under my wing. Something tells me her powers will be useful, and the new Sovereign will need her knowledge to stop an insurgence. If the hunters have a new powerful poison capable of killing vampires, they’re a step closer to wiping us all out.
My eyes open, and I stare at Antoine.
He seems to notice. “What’s wrong, Em?”
I shake my head and smile to reassure him I’m fine. Still, I’m not sure if I am. Victoria’s my sire. I don’t know if I actually was Victoria in another life. I’m not sure I want to be a ruthless woman who just cares about one thing in the world.
Is that thing even alive anymore?
“Richard, is Carina alive?”
Antoine’s eyes snap open again, and I notice Richard’s shoulders tense as he grips the steering wheel harder.
Antoine replies, “She’s dead. She was killed when the hunters invaded your mansion and killed you. She’s gone. Don’t think about her anymore.”
“I know she’s not mine, but Victoria loved her.”
“She was a monster,” Antoine whispers as if he’s afraid of saying it out loud.
I glare at him. “She was my child.”
“You have a new child,” Susana mumbles.
“What do you mean?” I lean closer to her.
“You were pregnant before you were turned. The fetus survived the transformation. In six months, you’ll give birth to a little vampire hybrid. Vampires fetus grow bigger and faster.”
“You’re pregnant?” Antoine seems upset. “Who’s the father? It can’t be Richard or me. We don’t…” He glares at Simon.
Simon raises his hand. “I had no idea she could get pregnant.”
Antoine groans. “She was human when you fucked her. Of course, she could get pregnant.”
“It’s my fault,” I mumble, covering my cheeks. “I was having too much fun with Simon to care about protection.”
“You said you were on your pill,” Simon mumbles softly with his cheeks burning red.
I chew on my lower lip. “My pill was left at home with my things.”
Simon rubs my stomach. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll love him with all my heart.”
“Susana, are you sure I’m pregnant?” I ask the witch.
“I might not know a lot of things, but I know you’re pregnant with a hybrid fetus.” Susana yawns. “It doesn’t matter who the father is. You’ll all have to take care of the baby when he’s born and protect the child.”
“The witch is right,” Richard says. “We are a family. A baby is a great news.”
“Not if the child turns out to be like Carina,” Antoine rants.
I hide deeper inside Simon’s arms. He kisses my cheek and caresses my stomach. “Don’t mind him. Our baby will be a beautiful and kind child. I’m happy. I’ve always wanted a baby.”
Richard breaks the silence. “Once you turn Simon, we’ll meet the Sovereign and appeal for the baby’s life. I’m sure Margaret will not deny the request. Babies are precious.”
Antoine reminds us, “We should call her and inform her we have our queen. She was worried.”
I purse my lips and look at him while memories rush to my mind. “Margaret?”
Antoine nods. “Do you remember her?”
I squint. “My sister is the new Sovereign Queen?”
“For the last forty years,” Richard replies.
I sneer. “Did she become bitter with my death?”
“She hunted down your killers like Richard and I did. She mourned you for a long time, but she’s a rightful Sovereign, and she keeps the families under a strict ruling.”
“What about Atticus? Are they still together?”
“He’s still one of her lovers.” Antoine pauses before adding, “I’m sure she’ll be happy to know you have your memories back.”
“We’ll call her once we reach Cole’s hideout and look for clues about who instructed him to kidnap you. He was a coward; he wouldn’t take you and steal Victoria’s blood if he didn’t have someone coaching him,” Richard says.
“Do you suspect Margaret?” I wonder out loud.
“It’s not the Sovereign Queen. Cole only pretended to like her. Someone else controlled Cole, and it wasn’t a Queen, but a King. I don’t know his name, but I heard them talk a few times,” Susana clarifies. “We left Cole’s phone behind, but if someone can unlock it, there might be important clues inside.”
Richard nods. “We’ll gather all the important things before torching the place and destroy all the evidence.”
I cuddle Simon’s hand and close my eyes. He kisses my hair. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Simon.”
Whatever the future in stores for us, I’m sure that my knights can handle it. For now, I’m tired and want to sleep and wake up in my bed away from the carnage and the suffocating desert.
Smiling, I drift away and fall asleep beside my beautiful and faithful knights.
END OF BOOK ONE
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