Seed of the Master (Christian’s Kisses Book 2)
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Addison watched him for a few seconds then turned to the woman near her. Christian was standing next to the bed, a large knife in his hand. Addison looked at him as he handed her the woman’s arm. She bit her wrist and drank from her slowly.
"Hey there, little guy." Darien bent down next to Josh and spoke in a soft voice to the baby. "I wanna hold him." He gently took the baby from Josh, walking over to Christian with him in his arms. "Aww, what a handsome little gent you are." Wrinkling his nose playfully, Darien smiled at the baby, his large fangs sticking out of his mouth slightly.
The baby began to cry, Christian laughing as Darien struggled to get him to stop. Addison opened her eyes and pulled away from the woman’s wrist, a fearful look on her face as she quickly turned to the sound of her baby’s cries.
"It’s all right, my love." Christian placed a calm hand on Addison’s back. "Eat." Addison nodded and went back to feeding off the woman. He looked over at Darien, a small sigh escaping his lips as he watched his elite bounce the baby several times in an attempt to halt his tears. Darien looked awkward holding something so small and precious in his bulky arms, but he was extremely loving.
Soon, Addison was done feeding, her color returning to normal. She looked over at Darien, who was making silly faces at the baby, which just made him start to cry again.
"Darien." Christian motioned for Darien to hand the baby back to Addison. "Come." He tugged on the woman and pulled her toward the bathroom.
"Here, momma." Darien laughed as he handed the baby over.
"Thanks." She gladly took him from Darien, immediately cooing to him as she admired all his small features.
Darien walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Addison didn’t care about what they were doing, until she heard the woman scream. Her fearful eyes looked over at the bathroom door, a few more bloodcurdling screams escaping. Addison could hear her cry and beg them to stop.
"Josh." Her eyes quickly turned to Josh, Addison holding her hand out to him. He could see the forming tears in her eyes. Addison hated torturing victims and the sound of their screams still made her sick.
"It’s okay." Josh picked his chair up and scooted it closer to Addison. He heard a scream come from the woman and then it was silent for a few seconds. "I’m sure it’ll be a fast kill. She’s—" The woman screamed again, Josh trying to avoid Addison’s eyes.
"What are they doing?" She looked toward the bathroom, the woman now silent, so Addison assumed she was dead.
"Fear makes the blood taste better." Josh’s voice was low, a hard expression on his face. "The Master wants the very best for his son." A small chuckle escaped his lips, the sound of it making Addison slightly sick. Josh was enjoying it as he imagined the torture that was going on in the bathroom.
"Fear." Addison looked back down at her son, one of her hands going up to her lips and wiping at a small drop of blood that still clung there. She held her finger near the baby’s face, and he started squirming in her arms, making a sucking action with his lips. He began to cry, Addison watching his reaction closely. She slowly put her finger to his lips, the baby happily sucking the blood off her fingertip.
After a few minutes, Christian emerged from the bathroom with a bottle filled with fresh blood. "Is my son hungry?" He shook the bottle, the blood sloshing around inside it. He walked over to the bed and jumped up onto it, taking a seat next to Addison. "Here." He slowly slid the bottle into the baby’s mouth, his hand taking Addison’s gently and placing it around the bottle. "He’s hungry." His eyes met with Addison’s, his icy eyes showing his excitement.
Addison looked down and watched her baby drink, her free hand letting his small one wrap around her thumb.
"What should we call him, my love?" Christian wrapped his arm around Addison’s shoulders, resting his head against hers as he watched the baby drink.
"Michael."
Christian laughed, bending over and kissing Addison’s cheek. "Such a strong name for such a little man."
"He will be great." Smiling lovingly down at her son, Addison’s face was gushing with pride. "I know he will."
*THE END*
About the Author
H.N. Sieverding studied art in college, but writing has always been her greatest passion. Most of her books are contemporary romances, but she is best known for her dark, paranormal/fantasy romances, and unique take on the modern vampire. Her obsession with writing began when she got fed up with endings she couldn't control. She started writing her own stories, all with her own 'perfect' ending.
Seeing her stories in print has been one of her greatest achievements besides her two boys, whom she is most proud of. Aside from writing, she's an avid artist and award-winning graphic designer.
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Other Books by H. N. Sieverding
(List updated September 2015)
The Bloodlust Prince
Forever Mine
The Last Hero
Secret Scarlet
The Trouble with Sweet Hearts:
The Doll Shoppe Murders
The Nightwalkers Series
Book 1: Blood Kisses
Book 2: Forever Black
Book 3: Blood War
The Christian’s Kisses Series
Book 1: Initiation
Book 2: Seed of the Master
The Checkmate Series
Book 1: Black Kat
Book 2: Check Mate
Sneak Peek of Secret Scarlet
One two three. One two three.
Closing her eyes, Scarlet kept repeating this to herself as she tried to relax her raging nerves. She imagined being at the piano and playing a classical tune, her focus on keeping the steady rhythm. She just wanted to disappear, to let the music wash away all her fears and insecurities.
She wondered what stroke of stupidity had led her here. To this place with the skinny girls who made her feel ugly and inadequate. A shy girl like her didn’t belong in the modeling world. But it wasn't just here—Scarlet felt like she didn't belong anywhere.
She stood in line with a few other girls in her tank top and shorts. They all tried their best to suck in their tummies and keep their chins perfectly raised. Scarlet wanted to disappear. To bolt from the line and let her feet take off with her racing heart.
The tall woman in black criticized them as she walked down the line. "You’re too fat. Your nose is crooked. Your legs are too short. You’re an embarrassment." Most of the girls took her words with a fake smile and waited for a compliment to build their fragile self-esteem.
Scarlet opened her eyes. She stared straight ahead, a great distance in her gaze as she tried to get lost in her own thoughts. She did this a lot, disconnecting from the world.
One two three. One two three.
The woman in black was now examining the girls, making them turn and hold their arms out to the sides. She was fast approaching Scarlet. Scarlet’s breath slowed as she went deeper and deeper into her daydream.
Her chin lifted, showing the perfect profile of her face. She imagined the cold ivory of the keys under her fingers. The slow, forced beat of the “Moonlight Sonata” echoed in her brain.
The woman in black stopped in front of Scarlet. There was a calm innocence reflected in Scarlet’s expression that made her look like a porcelain doll. Her features were delicate and lips parted impeccably. The woman walked around and tapped her butt, which was filled out more than the other girls. A small smile peeked through, but it wasn’t visible to Scarlet.
"You are exactly what I’m looking for. Perfect. I’ll make you blonde…" Her eyes were narrowed as she studied Scarlet’s face. She turned Scarlet’s head from side to side then pushed up on her jaw to study her from a different angle. "And your eyes a little bluer and larger." The distant look in Scarlet's eyes seemed to please her. "Just stay away from the sweets, my dear. You nee
d to drop at least ten pounds."
When she left, Scarlet let out a small sigh. Shutting her eyes again, she tried to slow her beating heart. She was happy the woman had liked her, but more afraid of doing the job. Fat—the word made her cringe.
After the audition came loads of paperwork that Scarlet quickly signed. The woman in black, a famous designer, was world renown and someone who seemed trustworthy. She assured Scarlet this was all just routine, boring legal stuff. But the woman was wrong—the fine print meant everything.
A few days later, Scarlet was on a plane and setting out for her first job. And not the modeling one she had signed up for. This was something much different, more twisted. She had become an escort for a very unique clientele.
Scarlet wanted to leave, but she had agreed to do something illegal—willingly. She was not only embarrassed by her mistake, but was afraid of getting in trouble if she went to the authorities. However, there was a clause in the contract that said if she failed her trial tonight, her contract would be null and void.
Scarlet was hoping to fail. She convinced herself it was only this one night. One night and this nightmare she had gotten herself into would be a thing of the past.
The girls were referred to as ‘Dolls.’ Once a client, called a ‘Master,’ chooses a doll, they no longer attend functions with the group. They meet with their master's in private.
Scarlet was told that sex was sometimes a requirement for dolls, but after hearing what the main service of a doll was, sex seemed much better. Scarlet now belonged to a vampire fetish crowd. This made Scarlet sick, but she didn’t say anything. She just kept to herself and hoped she wouldn’t pass this trial.
They boarded a limo at the airport and were taken to a ritzy hotel/resort, where they waited until nightfall to get ready for the big night. The clock on the wall struck midnight.
Lady X, the woman in black, spoke. "You will all do as you are told and show no emotion." Her voice was stern, her hair pulled back into a tight, slick ponytail. "Remember, you are dolls, not women, so keep your feelings to yourself. For the new girls, we offer some medicinal help to deal with your first encounter. None of you have regular Masters, so your goal is to gain one.
“As always, sex is a requirement if your master wishes it, and you will perform this task with the same emotionless expression unless they ask you to do otherwise." Her hands were held behind her back, as each girl was examined. "Sometimes our clients can get a little carried away, and some of you may get hurt, so please do not do anything to provoke them."
Scarlet’s eyes were closed as she listened. She could feel someone styling her wig, and another smearing a thick coat of makeup on her cheeks. Her stomach was turning. She hadn’t eaten since this morning.
Opening her eyes, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t look like herself. Her hair was a whitish blonde, the thick wig making her look like a living doll, perfect and flawless. Her eyes were painted a sparkling red that brought out the intense blue of the contacts, which widened the size of her irises. She wore a lot of makeup, false lashes glued to her lids with fake diamonds at their base.
The women dressing her didn’t speak. They just motioned for her to stand before slipping off her robe to reveal her matching bra and panties. They pulled a puffy underskirt up her pale skin, layers of crinoline making it bounce as they tied it in place. A red mini dress followed, an intricate pattern on its edge. It resembled a ballerina’s gown with the playfulness of a doll’s clothes. Fingerless gloves finished the look with a small black bow on the elbow.
When they were done, she looked inhuman. Her skin was pale and flawless. The women adjusted her outfit so that nothing was out of place. No one would know her real identity, and she was given the name Lady Rose.