Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Crying out, I try to signal to Bitrus that maybe he’s getting a little carried away, because I was okay with the neat little holes vampires leave in your neck, but not a gaping wound. I won’t heal like he does.
And that’s when the real worry comes in.
What if he gets close enough to killing me that I lose hold of my glamor? What if he feeds so much that I can no longer hide who I truly am?
In this state, finding out I’m a witch, he’ll kill me. And the other vampires will cheer him on.
You need to run, a voice inside my head says. You need to get out of there now!
Only his fangs are in me and he’s a powerhouse, supernatural, unstoppable, and I don’t know how the hell to make a run for it.
Then he reaches back a bit to grab his dick to position it against me, ready to thrust inside, and while I want nothing more than that right now, the audience be damned, my instincts are telling me to take advantage of the distraction and run while I can.
I quickly make my move, pulling my neck away from his teeth, rolling out from under him, and then I’m stumbling off the leather bed and onto the floor, making a staggering run for the stairs.
I’m screaming as I go, the adrenaline taking over now, and while no one is stopping me, I’m worried I still won’t make it out of here.
Valtu roars behind me like some kind of hellish creature, and then I feel the rush of him at my back and I’m at the stairs now, scrambling up them, hoping I can get up them to the door in time.
But of course I can’t.
When vampires want to use their speed, they’re quicker than the blink of an eye.
I make it up one step before Valtu grabs me, hands at the back of my dress, ripping it in half, his nails scratching down my back, and I scream. I’m struggling, half-naked, trying to escape, crawling up one more step before he drags me back down. I try to hold onto the steps, to move, but I know it’s no use. This is what I signed up for, isn’t it?
“You’re mine,” he says, guttural and mad, and he pushes aside the remains of my dress. “I’ve claimed you.”
He flips me over so that my back is on the edge of the stairs and I’m staring up at his face, red eyes, wild hair, those fangs, those fucking bloody fangs, and I fear that he’s going to bite my face clean off.
But instead he kisses me.
It’s passionate and deep and when his tongue slips into my mouth I can taste the blood on him. My blood.
Then he shoves his hand between my legs and parts them roughly, leaving bruises. I’m wet and I’m succumbing to him, only trying to put up a little bit of a fight because I know that’s what makes him excited.
Turns out it’s what makes me excited too.
He pins my hands down above me with one hand and then drives his cock inside me with one deep, tight thrust, the air knocked out of my lungs.
I gasp into his mouth as he fucks me, captive, locked together and no way out, right there on the steps of the Red Room, with everyone watching. He grabs my jaw, my hair, he’s lost in a frenzy and I can tell he’s trying not to hurt me, trying to regain control. He wants so badly to feed on me it’s making him insane.
I can barely breathe as Valtu slams into me again and again, his passion and his lust overpowering me, making me dizzy and wild. I am his to do with as he pleases, and there is nothing that I can do about it.
Finally he gives in and bites my neck again, this time the other side, a groan of relief escaping him, like an addict finally getting their hit. It hurts like fuck but the fact that he has his dick in me helps. And the more blood he seems to take from me, the bigger he feels.
Enough that I think I’m imagining it. It’s like my blood in his body is going straight to his cock, doubling in size until I feel full and stretched in the most delicious way, my body adjusting to his new mammoth size and melting around him.
Holy. Shit.
Now this is something I didn’t know about vampires. I’d been with them before, but never while they were feeding, and oh my god, no wonder all the humans are lining up around the door to donate here.
But soon my thoughts aren’t coming easy to me anymore and I don’t know if it’s because I’m losing blood or that I’m lost to the feel of his supersized cock as it squeezes into me. I let myself be swept away in a haze of pleasure and pain as Valtu takes what he wants from me, my blood, my body, my breath. I cry out in euphoria as he plunges into me again and again, taking what he needs while bringing me to the edge.