Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
So it wasn’t losing my life I needed to worry about. No, my much bigger concern was the fact that three weeks had passed, and the red-eyed jerk hadn’t bothered to free me from the vampire’s lair.
He wasn’t coming.
No one was coming. The only way to get out of this place was to walk out the door, and that was something my weak, venom-drunk body refused to do.
Radu pressed down hard on my clit with his thumb while three other fingers continued working their magic.
I should’ve been fighting him. I should’ve been kicking, screaming, and trying to drive my dinner fork through his heart, but every time Radu fed from me, the very last thing on my mind was making him stop.
My body hummed and thrummed with new life. I felt everything a hundred times more keenly than before. I felt the silkworms spinning the cocoons that became the soft, cool sheets wrapping me in their embrace. The flickering candles seemed to burn twice as bright, and the shadows they cast were more vivid and real than the items creating them.
Dessert that night was dulce de leche cheesecake, and as impossible as it was, I swore I could taste each ingredient individually. The hot, boiled milk; the smooth cream cheese; the melted butter; the pure vanilla; and the whisked eggs. They each tickled the right taste buds, and then came together in a symphony of sweetness that was still delighting me an hour after I’d eaten.
Even my ears would’ve picked up every sound, if there was another sound to be heard other than our shared moans.
Radu picked up the pace, heightening my body temperature to the fever pitch. His cool fingers stretched me in all the right ways and places. I could feel each knuckle stroking my walls. I felt every goosebump pebbling my skin as he stroked that spot over, and over, and over, and ov—
“Ahhh!” I screamed, coming so hard black spots danced in my vision.
Radu stopped feeding with a wet, squelchy pop. Flopping down next to me, my dearest kidnapping professor had the most satisfied smile on his face for as long as it took for me to smash my fist into his nose.
“Asshole!”
Santino burst out laughing.
“Don’t laugh at me, you prick!” I punched him again even though it was hurting me more than it was hurting him. “I told you to keep your hands off me when you’re feeding!”
“Did you?” The dead prick couldn’t sound any more smug. “Because I seem to recall you saying something more to the effect of— fuck me, Professor, please, please, fuck me and make me come.”
My cheeks would’ve been redder than a fire engine if I hadn’t just been drained nearly dry. “I also told you to ignore me when I spout nonsense like that. I only say that because you drug me!”
He heaved a sigh. “Honestly, sweet one, how many times must I say this? When I feed, my fangs secrete a venom that induces euphoria and acts as a mild paralytic. This is all to discourage you from fighting and running away. What it doesn’t do,” he said, turning that shit-eating smirk on me, “is induce arousal or lower your inhibitions.
“The begging for me to plunder your pussy is entirely coming from you.” He laced his fingers through mine and kissed my bruised knuckles. “And I’m too much of a gentleman to deny a pleading woman.”
“You mean you’re too much of a shitbrain to be a rat bastard.”
Radu laughed free and heartily. “What does that even mean?”
My eyes narrowed on the chortling undead menace. It was wild how much a fresh dose of blood changed him. Starving Radu was bored, listless, and uncaring of everything and everyone. Fed Radu was bright, joking, and dare I say, peppy.
“Go try your lies on someone else,” I snapped, shaking him off. “I know you’re drugging me with your venom; otherwise, I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten-foot pole. Not even if the end you were holding was doused in holy water!”
“You’re upset, sweet one, and I do so hate it when you’re distressed.” This man had the nerve to fake pout at me. “How about a distraction? Tell me everything there is to know about your sister and the men who took her. Even the smallest detail can help me find her.” He hummed. “Speaking of small details, tell me everything about you, your parents, and your family history as well. It might give some insight into why, of all the sisters in the mortal world, the two of you were targeted.”
I glared fit to explode his head. “What part of I’m not telling you a damn thing about Dora do you not understand? Give it up!”
He tsked, shaking his head. “Really, Charlotte, aren’t we past this? Think of the time we’ve spent together these past weeks. Haven’t I cared for you? Fed you? Bathed you? Clothed and pampered you? Haven’t I given in to your every sexual demand even though you beat me before and after? Don’t you know I’d treat your sister just as well?