Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Lena’s eyes open wide then, focusing on mine and holding there with an intensity that cuts through everything else around us—the noise of Tatiana’s laughter behind me; the murmur of voices drifting up from below; even the burning in my own veins as desire runs riot through body and mind alike.
“Victor,” she whispers again; this time it’s not a question but something closer to a command—a lifeline thrown across dark waters for both of us to clutch at desperately before we drown without knowing how or why it happened so fast or so completely.
And somehow that single word—my name from her lips—is enough for my first clear thought since arriving here tonight:
I have to get us out of this place before it swallows us whole.
But I can’t.
Or is it, that deep down, I don’t want to.
I want to see where this leads.
Katya moves down Lena’s body, her mouth tracing delicate paths across her milky skin. She pauses at the curve of a hip, kisses the inside of a thigh, and Lena writhes beneath her touch, moaning. Her fingers wind through Katya’s hair, pulling her closer, breath coming in ragged gasps as the blonde woman pushes her legs further apart.
I watch without blinking, the scene before me unfolding like some kind of fevered hallucination that only nudie parlors can dream up.
Tatiana slides off my lap and onto the floor, pulling my hips toward the edge of the bed with surprising strength. Her dress falls away; she’s naked beneath it, all alabaster skin and long limbs. I should be trying to stop this—but instead I feel myself harden. It’s not because of her, though. As perfect as her body seems, there’s still a hint of something sour underneath, the taste of her bitter.
No, I’m hard as a rock because of Lena. She’s the one I can’t look away from.
Even as Tatiana lowers her mouth to me with calculated slowness, a triumphant smile playing at the corners of lips that are warm now against impossibly hot flesh. My entire world narrows to that single point of contact—the unbearable pleasure and the building pressure as she plays my body like an instrument she’s mastered over centuries. All while I pretend it’s Lena.
Across from me, Katya’s head moves in a rhythm that matches Tatiana’s perfectly. Lena’s hands flutter helplessly at her sides as groans become wilder now, faster—her eyes locked on mine while we’re both undone by these vampire women who seem to know every secret place inside us.
“Tell me,” Tatiana purrs, staring up at me with a wet mouth. “If I dropped the compulsion now, if I let you have free will, would you stop this? Or would you have me continue? Go on. Ask yourself.”
I try to think, try to push back the haze. The truth is, I want to watch Lena as she comes. I want to come while she does it.
But more than that, I just want her.
I just want her.
The room blurs again; sound and light merge into one dizzying crescendo until time collapses entirely…
Until there is nothing but Lena and me, eyes locked, mouths open as we plunge into a shared release so intense it leaves me gasping for air—gasping for reason—grasping at anything solid enough to hold onto once it finally passes through us.
Tatiana pulls away first, wiping her mouth with languid satisfaction before standing and drawing me up with her. “See?” she whispers again as if nothing else needs saying—like this was always inevitable.
But I shake my head, that fierce protectiveness surging back for an instant of clarity before she claims my lips once more.
On the chaise lounge Lena lies motionless except for her heaving chest. Her eyes stay on mine even as Katya stands and adjusts her gown so it clings perfectly to every curve.
“Now,” Katya says, pointing at me with her sharp fingernail. “Time for you to fuck her.”
22
LENA
Katya’s words echo, my brain fuzzy like cotton balls.
Callahan is going to fuck me.
“Yes,” Katya coos. “That’s what you both want, isn’t it?” Her hand is between my legs now, teasing, and I hear myself moan as Victor rises from the bed, moving toward me like a man in a trance. The man I want more than anything. I know that much is true.
He’s naked. Erect. His cock thick, stiff and wet, bobbing between his legs as he walks. His skin glistens with sweat or candlelight or both, and I feel a thrill of pleasure that is mine and not mine as he kneels between my thighs.
Tatiana perches on the edge of the bed, watching with eager eyes, her mouth curving into a satisfied smile. “Go to her,” she urges him softly. “Make her yours.”
Katya pulls away just as Victor spreads my legs wide, positioning himself above me with trembling hands. His eyes are wild with need, his breath ragged.