by Hart, Shauna
“Who is the girl you have been coming here with?”
She chewed on her lower lip as her gaze moved around the room. “No one,” she replied.
He chuckled. “We both know that’s not true.”
She turned to look at him, her fear evident. “Why? What are you going to do to her?”
He put a hand on his chest. “I’m hurt that you would even think I could harm your friend. I just like to get to know the people in my club,” he lied.
Her eyebrows furrowed together. “I thought Genevieve owned the club,” she murmured.
He smiled. “I try to stay out of the limelight. Now, why don’t you tell me all about your friend,” he suggested.
“I…”she trailed off as she looked around the room.
He knew what she was looking for. She was looking for someone to come save her. Of course, no one would. No one would dare to.
Reaching out, he pushed a strand of hair over her ear, his hand guiding her chin so that she was forced to look at him. “I’ve always had a fondness for you, Mina,” he began softly.
His eyes met hers. “Why don’t you come upstairs with me?”
Slowly, she nodded. The corner of his mouth quirked up on a grin as he took her hand and led her through the crowd. She followed him in a daze as he led her up the staircase. He stopped at the end of the hall, opening the door to one of the private rooms. Waiting as she went ahead of him, he closed the door behind them. A deft move of his fingers secured the lock to assure that they wouldn’t be disturbed.
As he walked up behind her, he could sense her fear, her nervousness. She was right to be afraid of him. He circled around to stand in front of her.
“How long have you been coming here, Mina?”
Her gaze fluttered up to meet his for a brief moment before she looked away. “Um…I don’t know…maybe a year,” she stammered.
He walked slowly around her, his gaze firmly trained on her. “In all that time you’ve enjoyed yourself, haven’t you?”
“Uh huh.”
“But, in all that time, I don’t remember you bringing anyone else to the club with you,” he observed.
Her gaze shifted around nervously as he continued to saunter around her.
“So, you can imagine why I would be…curious about the person you decided to bring now.”
He stopped in front of her, his gaze penetrating as he silently commanded her to obey him. “Who is she?’ he demanded.
“Kat Montague,” she confessed.
“Why is she coming to the club?”
Her worried gaze met his. “She thinks that the club has something to do with the girls who have gone missing.”
Interesting.
So, his mystery girl was trying to expose the club.
He couldn’t allow that to happen.
Even though he was dying to taste the delectable Katarina Montague, he would put an end to her if she endangered their way of life.
“I will admit that this information surprises me. That you would knowingly bring her to the club considering you know her motive for coming. It makes me wonder why you would do such a thing. “
“She…well, she—she paid me,” she admitted in a rush.
He swept her long black hair over her shoulder. “Are you that desperate for money, Mina?” he asked softly, his voice lulling her into submission.
“It’s been pretty hard,” she explained, her voice barely above a whisper.
“What if I told you that I could help you?”
The hopeful look on her face almost made him feel guilty.
Almost.
“You could?” she asked.
He let his long fingers trail down the length of her arm, content to see a shiver run through her body. “But you must do something for me in return,” he explained softly.
“What?”
The corner of his mouth quirked up to reveal the tip of his fangs. “You must agree to serve me in whatever way I desire.”
Her quick intake of breath filled the silence of the room as he gazed at her. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly as she struggled to breathe.
“If I agree, you promise you’ll…”
“I will take care of all of your money worries if you agree,” he offered.
Her gaze returned to meet his. “Okay,” she agreed. “What do you want me to do?”
A smile stretched across his face as his gaze traveled over her length. Her short dress revealed far more than it covered. The blood red color enticed him of pleasures soon to come. But the best part was the buttons that drew a line from the middle of her breasts to the top of her thighs.
“Unbutton your dress,” he instructed.
Her nervous gaze met his before looking away. Her fingers shook as they rose to hover over the first button.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice low.
Her eyes met his as she released the first button. Slowly, the dress began to part as she continued to bare herself to him. Once she had finished her work, he could see the strapless black corset she was wearing beneath it. It proudly displayed luscious breasts he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into. Hooks held the corset together to mid waist and a scrap of black satin wrapped the gift between her legs.
“Turn around.”
Slowly, she spun in a circle on her heel before revealing that she wore a thong.
“Mmm…Mina. You are most certainly prepared for a night of decadence.”
Her fingers playing nervously with the hem of the corset.
“But I want to see you, Mina. Not the pretty packaging you brought along,” he said.
Hesitantly, her fingers returned to the task of unhooking the corset. When she had finished the corset fell to the floor. Full breasts with rosy centers held nipples that seemed to beg for his attention. Unable to resist the temptation he took a step closer, his hand reaching out to claim one satiny globe. A sigh rushed through her lips as his fingers captured her nipple.
Her eyes glazed over and the aroma of her arousal teased his nostrils. Releasing his hold on her breast, he ran the back of his hand down her chest drawing a line down to the elastic edge of her panties.
“Continue,” he commanded.
Her tongue snaked out to wet her lips as she hooked her fingers in the waistband of the lacy scrap and slid it down her long legs. A small patch of downy hair covered her pussy, teasing him with the silken flesh that lay beneath. His eyes feasted on her bare skin, the beat of her heart calling out to him.
“You have a beautiful body, Mina, one that should not be hidden by clothing.”
Leaning down, he opened his mouth to tease her nipple with the tip of his tongue. Her low moan vibrated through her chest. The smell of her arousal and the sound of her blood pounding through her veins called out to him.
“Spread you legs for me, Mina,” he instructed, his voice little above a whisper.
His hand covered her mound, his fingers invading her pussy.
“Mmm, you’re wet. Do you want me to taste you?”
A quick glance up proved that her head had fallen back in surrender, her long black hair trailing across her back.
“Yes,” she answered, completely lost in the spell he had created.
“First, you must do as I say.”
Her eyelids fluttered open.
“Keep your eyes closed,” he admonished.
She immediately squeezed them shut.
He lifted his wrist to drive his fangs into the thin skin as his other hand grabbed the back of her head.
“Open your mouth.”
When her lips came open, he lifted his wrist to fuse it against her mouth. She resisted for a moment, her nails digging into the skin of his arms. But after a moment, she submitted. Taking his wrist away, he licked the line of blood forming. The wound sealed itself in an instant.
Looking at her, he could see the confusion on her face, her blood stained lips hanging open. He supposed he could have done the deed the easy way and disguised his blood in
a drink, but he kind of enjoyed the sheer force of it. The struggle. It made the prize more worthwhile. Whether she understood what happened or not, she was bound to him now. A few drops of his blood was all it took.
She belonged to him.
She would never be able to refuse him no matter what the request. He rarely used the trick himself even though it had definitely come in handy once in a while…especially centuries ago. It enabled him to stay in a village without killing anyone. He could just command a peasant girl to feed him when he wanted. Once they were his, they had no volition of their own. And they would never reveal his secret. No, they would defend him with their lives if that is what it took. He rarely needed the trick now, especially with the amount of girls ready, willing, and able.
But Mina was different.
For one, she was his only link to Kat.
Still, that wasn’t the only reason he decided to take her. His hungry gaze traveled over her bare body.
She definitely had other attributes. Ones he could use to his advantage.
“Why?” she asked softly.
His eyes met hers. “You don’t need answers. You are mine now. You will do anything I want. And you will never ask me questions. Do you understand?” he challenged.
She nodded, her eyes glazing over the submission already becoming ingrained in the fabric of her soul.
He leaned in and kissed her lips lightly. “Good girl,” he murmured.
Bending over, his mouth took possession of her breast, his fangs trailing lightly over her nipple. Her back arched involuntarily as he continued the sweet torment. But the scent of her arousal taunted him, drawing him down to his knees. With his fingers, he parted the soft folds of her pussy. His tongue snaked out to ease through her slit before drawing lazy circles around her clit. Her hips pushed inward, silently begging him for more.
Grabbing one of her legs, he eased it over his shoulder, opening her wide. His tongue speared inside of her, loving the way her pussy contracted around him. He drove a finger inside of her as his tongue continued to tease her clit. Driving another finger inside of her, he felt her getting closer to orgasm. Closer and closer he brought her to the edge.
When he felt the first wave go through her, he turned his head to bite into the soft flesh of her thigh. Her blood rushed into his mouth, and he sucked it greedily. The femoral blood was so much sweeter than blood from the neck. And femoral blood while the victim was in the throes of a climax was simply exquisite. He felt her body shudder as the last waves of orgasm pass through her body.
He pulled away, yanking his shirt over his head, before running his tongue over the puncture mark on her leg. Climbing to his feet, he pushed her back against one of the banisters on the bed. The wood made her arch her back and thrust her breasts out. Unable to resist the temptation, he bent his head to tease a nipple with his tongue.
Lifting his hand, he used his fingers to paint her nipple with the traces of her arousal before leaning over to lick it off. When she reached for the button on his pants, he grabbed her hands spinning her around till her breasts were cradling the wood of the post. Reaching above her, he grabbed the cuffs that were attached to the wood. He quickly secured each of her wrists, before grabbing her hips and pulling them back until her ass was arched in welcome.
Ripping open his pants, he parted her with his fingers. He positioned his cock at the entrance of her still drenched pussy. Keeping his grip on her hips firm, he drove into her. She cried out at the intensity of his penetration as he began to move inside of her. He went deep allowing no space between them.
His gaze was inevitably drawn to the oval mirror across the room. Mina’s lips were parted her eyes squeezed shut, her head thrown back in abandon. Her full breasts bounced with the violence of each thrust.
Still, he wasn’t satisfied.
Parting the cheeks of her ass, he probed the hidden rosette of her ass with his finger. Unable to resist, he pulled out and drove into her from behind. Despite the natural resistance of her body, she didn’t pull away. His power over her was complete. After a few intense pushes, he was all the way inside of her ass. He began to drive in and out, the muscles of her tight ass squeezing the cum right out of him.
Yes, Mina had definitely pleased him tonight.
And she would continue to do so until he tired of her.
When he did, he would dispose of her just like he had the others.
By the end of the night, he had used her body in ways most people would never imagine. Now, as she stood before him, her clothing and hair a mess, he took her by the arms.
“Tomorrow, you will call Kat. You will tell her that you have a lead on the missing girls, and you will bring her to the club,” he commanded.
“Bring her to the club,” she repeated with a mechanical nod.
“Don’t disappoint me,” he warned.
He watched her leave the room before turning to the window. Looking out at the street below, he smiled.
Tomorrow, he would take care of the beautiful Katarina Montague.
Chapter 10
Alec followed her up the stairs to her loft apartment. In truth, he wasn’t sure what he was going to say to her. He had only agreed to this to get her out of the club. As he trailed behind her, he couldn’t help but watch the way her ass swayed back and forth with each step she took. He squeezed his eyes shut as images of the other night assaulted him.
The sound of the key turning in the lock made him open his eyes to watch her open the door. He followed her inside gently closing the door behind him.
As soon as it was shut, she spun on him her eyes flashing. “So, we’re here. Talk.”
He glanced around the small room. He had been here many times, but never through the front door. He couldn’t help but be pleased at being invited, even if it was just to get answers he couldn’t give. But when he looked into her eyes, he could see that she was definitely not enjoying the experience as much as he was.
He shrugged. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
Her lips formed a thin line as she tossed her purse on the couch. “I want you to tell me what happened the other night.”
His eyebrows crowded together in mock confusion. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”
She crossed her arms over her chest, her back straightening in a defiant stance. “I think you know exactly what I mean.”
He stared at her for a moment in silence.
When he didn’t speak, she continued. “Look, I don’t remember much about that night. But I know that something happened between us.”
When he remained silent, she asked, “Did you slip some sort of drug in my drink or something?”
“Of course not.”
She sighed heavily. “Then, what? Fill in the blanks for me here…” She shook her head as she looked away. “God, I don’t even know your name.”
One corner of his mouth curved up. “It’s Alec,” he offered.
Her eyes met his. “Alec. So, why were you at the club? Are you a member?” she prodded.
“No.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Then, why were you there?”
“You could say that I watch the place,” he hedged.
“Watch for what?”
“There have been strange things happening there lately. I thought I should check into it.”
“Are you a cop?” she asked.
He let out a low chuckle. “No.”
“Okay…”
He took a step toward her. “Let’s just say I’m someone who wants to help.”
She backed away.
“I’m not going to hurt you Kat.”
She lifted her chin slightly. “What happened the other night?” she repeated her tone firm.
He had to tread carefully with her. With Damien setting his sights on her, it was very important that she trust him.
“We met at the club,” he began.
“That much I remember,” she replied sarcastically.
He ignored her barb as he contin
ued. “It was pretty clear that you were on something,” he explained.
Her jaw clenched. “I don’t do drugs. All I had that night was wine.”
“Was it the house wine?”
“Yes,” she said.
He let out a heavy sigh. “The house wine is laced with a mild aphrodisiac.”
Her gaze bounced around the room as what he was saying began to sink in. “They’re drugging people?”
He gave a slight nod.
Her eyebrows drew together. “Why would they need to drug people?”
When he didn’t answer her, she pinned him with a serious stare. “It’s about the missing girls, isn’t it?”
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The fact that he looked away let her know that her question had definitely hit the mark. Even though, she had a million questions piling up, one was at the immediate forefront.
“How do you know all of this?”
“I’ve been investigating them for some time,” he explained.
Her eyes narrowed. “Are you a private investigator or something?”
“No,” he said shaking his head. “I just hear things. Things that make me concerned.”
She tilted her head to the side, a frown forming on her face. “And why exactly are you so concerned? Did you know any of the missing girls?”
He stared at her for so long that she began to think he wouldn’t answer. But then he spoke.
“One of the girls who went missing is a friend of mine’s sister. He asked for my help.”
“I’m sorry,” she managed.
He nodded, not making eye contact.
“So, that’s why you were at the Dragon’s Lair the night we met?”
He shrugged. “I wanted to see it for myself, to see if I could get any information about what was going on.”
“And?”
“I saw you.”
Her breath caught in her throat.
“I could tell that you were under the influence, and I couldn’t watch it happen again. Especially to you,” he said solemnly.
With that answer, all of the air in her lungs seemed to evaporate. The attraction between them seemed to smolder in the air. It was undeniable, almost palpable as he looked at her, and there was no avoiding it.
