Captivated by a Vampire: Billionaire, Rock Stars, Vampires in San Francisco (Immortal Hearts of San Francisco Book 2)

by Griscom, Susan

  “I’m sorry you were sick. I’m just glad you’re here now.” So much so, that I wanted to drag her body against mine and drink in the essence of her soul. But I didn’t need to. She stepped close to me and draped her arms around my neck then briefly pressed her soft lips against mine.

  “Me, too.”

  She pulled back a couple of inches and I studied her. “You do look better, now that you mention it. Your complexion is much brighter and colorful. You must have been sick for a few days before without realizing it. You look much healthier now.”

  She smiled. “Yes, I…um had walking pneumonia. I would have come to see you but I’ve been in bed recovering.”

  “Wow, walking pneumonia. That’s some serious shit. Did they put you on some heavy antibiotics?”

  “Oh, yes. They started working almost immediately and I’m feeling much better.”

  “Well, I wish I’d known. I would have brought you flowers or chicken soup,” I said, still holding her close to me. I didn’t want to let her go, and I had a feeling she felt the same.

  “Hmmm…flowers would have been lovely.” Her hands went to the buttons on my shirt as she started undoing them, slowly, showering my chest with kisses after each and every one; my cock grew harder with each press of her lips.

  “You’re driving me crazy, woman,” I said as I took her face in my hands and crushed my mouth to hers. I tugged her jacket down her arms and tossed it on the sofa, then swooped her up in my arms and carried her to my bed.

  I placed her on the mattress and straddled her, kissing her again. “I didn’t send you flowers, but will you let me make it up to you?”

  “What do you have in mind?”

  “Will you let me pleasure you?” I asked.

  “Yes. Anything you want,” she huffed as her hand went to the button on my jeans. I pulled far enough away so she couldn’t reach me. I had other things in mind.

  “Before I pleasure you, I think you need some punishment for leaving me high and dry for so long.”

  “But I was sick,” she pouted, and I wanted to bite her bottom lip.

  “No excuse. You ran out on me.”

  I glanced around my room. Thank Christ, I hadn’t put yesterday’s clothes away and they were within reach. I grabbed the tie I’d worn the day before from the back of the chair. “Clasp your hands together and hold them out.”

  I wrapped my tie around her wrists.

  “Oooh. This is getting exciting,” she purred.

  “Just wait, baby.” I shoved her arms above her head, securing the tie to the headboard. After I had removed her pants and undies, I undid all the little hooks of her…whatever it was called. “I love this…thing,” I said, and she giggled.

  “It’s called a bustier.”

  “Yes, I like busty.”

  “No,” she laughed. “Bustier.”

  “Whatever. It’s sexy as hell.” I slid it out from underneath her back and slung it over the chair where my tie had been. Now she was completely naked and tied to my bed. My pants became tight in the crotch as I watched her pretend to struggle. I tugged my t-shirt over my head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. I flitted little circles and applied pressure to her clit with my forefinger as I laved my tongue up and down her folds, darting in and out of the entrance to her tight walls. She squirmed under my grasp as she came in my mouth. The creamy texture delighted my senses. I looked up at her. Her eyes heavy with lust, her hips bucked under my hold and her arms wiggled to be free.

  “How long are you going to torture me?”

  “As long as I think necessary.”

  “Mmmm,” she moaned.

  I chuckled. “I think you’re enjoying this punishment too much.”

  “Never enough.”

  I flipped her over, propped her up so her backside stuck up, and smacked my hand across it. Not hard, but enough to get her attention. She gasped. “That is your punishment for running out on me.”

  “I won’t do it again.”

  “You promise?”

  “Yes,” she giggled.

  “You really are enjoying this too much. No laughing.” I slapped her again. Not too hard, but a little harder than last time.

  She flinched, but remained quiet. She wanted more.

  “You promise?”

  “Yes.”

  “Say it, Chelle. Say you won’t walk out on me again.”

  She didn’t say anything. So I smacked her again. “Say it.”

  “I promise I won’t walk out on you again.”

  “Good girl.” I kissed the cheek I’d slapped several times and rubbed my hand over the tender spot I’d made. Her ass was beautiful, pink and round, and oh so lickable. I couldn’t resist, and slid my tongue down her crack and over her anus, lingering there for a few seconds. She moaned and her cheek muscles flexed under my touch. I slipped my hand between her thighs where she was wet and very ready for me.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, Chelle.”

  She moaned and wiggled her bottom at me. She was so ready. I tugged at my zipper, shoving my pants down to my knees as I fisted my cock, stroking it a couple of times before sliding the tip over her folds and slipping inside from behind. I pumped into her hard, and she held on to the top edge of the bed. Her hands were still tied, but loose enough to allow her to give herself support, and she shoved her ass back at me with each thrust I gave.

  I pumped hard, unable to contain the need, and when I felt her walls contract around me, I released into her.

  I freed her hands from the binding and collapsed onto my side, spooning her against me, holding her close to my heart. Satiated, for the time being. Chelle sighed as I drew tiny circles around one of her nipples with my fingertip.

  “You do amazing things to me.”

  “You’re the amazing one. And you have the most perfect nipples.”

  She laughed.

  “Perfect for sucking,” I added and turned her toward me, giving me access, I leaned down, taking the closest to me into my mouth, suckling gently and licking the soft little nub until it hardened against my tongue. My hand skated over her flat stomach, she was perfect in every way, and I wanted to touch and feel every inch of her so that every curve, every indent, and every muscle would be ingrained in my memory forever.

  She tugged on my hair, taking a few strands and curling them around her finger. I understood the reason for her bolting last time, but that didn’t explain the other times she’d insisted on leaving in the middle of the night. I had so many questions.

  The spankings were fun and playful, but I’d meant what I’d demanded. I never wanted her to walk out on me again, but I also wanted to know why she’d done it.

  I raised my head and locked my eyes with hers. “You know, I don’t really know very much about you.” I didn’t want to spoil things, but I had to know. “And you never answered my earlier questions about why you leave in the middle of the night. Is there someone, a husband or a boyfriend, that you go home to when you leave me, Chelle?”

  She sighed and turned to face me.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chelle

  He’d given me an opening. I could take this moment and tell him everything about me. Lane’s warning came to my mind. If you tell him and he doesn’t accept it, you will need to wipe his memory. Was I prepared to do that?

  “There’s really not much to know,” I began. Of course, I was stalling. “You know I’m twenty-one, you know I like milkshakes, and, apparently, I like spankings.” I smiled.

  “The spankings were fun. But they also served a purpose. I don’t want you to leave in the middle of the night. It makes me feel…well, I hate it if you want the truth, and I want to know why you leave me, Chelle.”

  I sighed. “I can’t tell you that. I want to tell you, believe me, but I can’t. You’ll just have to trust me. But I will tell you this, I’m not, nor have I ever been, married. Can we just enjoy each other’s company for the time that we have and leave it at that?”

  “That’s all
you’re going to give me?”

  I nodded. “I’m sorry. But yes. For now.”

  He liked being in control. I liked being the submissive, and I could give that to him when we were having sex, but I couldn’t give in to his request to know why I needed to leave before the sun came up. That would ruin everything. So, for now, I needed to be in control. At least, of that.

  “If that’s all you’ll give me, I’ll let it go for now, but I’m not okay with it.”

  I understood. He’d give me time. But not much.

  I shoved the sheet off and got up.

  “Don’t go. Not yet. It’s still early,” he begged.

  “I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be back in a second.”

  I finished my business, and when I came back to the bed, Josh was gone. I padded out to the living room and heard some clattering in the kitchen. “Josh?”

  “I’ll be right there, just getting a snack for us to nibble on.”

  I went to the sofa and plopped down. I poured some whiskey into the glass then leaned back and sipped, letting the burn of the light brown liquid coat my throat. His laptop sat opened on the table. While I waited for him to return, I skimmed my finger over the pad and the computer beamed to life.

  I sat forward instantly when I saw the pictures on the screen. It was me! What the fuck? Not just me, but me as a small child, and two of me as a teenager. I moved the cursor a little to reveal more pictures. The faces of the two most important people who had ever been in my life loomed before me. My mom and dad. I hadn’t seen their faces for so long, not since the night they’d been taken from me. Not since I was a small child, no older than the picture of me that Josh had on his computer. I’d forgotten what they looked like. In my dreams, their faces were always blurred. Here in this picture, they seemed like strangers, yet I still felt the love. The connection. I skimmed another file that was opened on Josh’s laptop. Alan’s face popped up. My foster dad? Josh had been investigating me. Why?

  I sat stunned on the sofa. Unable to move. Josh came out, carrying a plate of cheese and crackers, and froze in his steps when he saw me looking at his computer.

  “I can explain,” he said, quickly setting the plate down on the table and sitting beside me. He took my hand in his. “I was going to tell you.”

  “Go on. Now’s your chance.”

  “I know more about you than I said I did.”

  “No kidding.” I took a sip of the scotch. I should have been more upset, but considering this was exactly why I’d started seeing him in the first place, I could hardly be mad that he’d discovered all this stuff without knowing I wanted him to.

  “I know you grew up in witness protection. I know you may have seen who murdered your parents and how. I also know that you are on the missing persons list now, as we speak. But Chelle, you can trust me. I promise I won’t turn you in to the cops.”

  “I…thank you.”

  “You don’t seem upset.”

  “I’m upset that you thought it was necessary to investigate me when you could have just asked, but we will get to that in a minute. In truth, I wanted to tell you all this and ask for your help before now, but I couldn’t figure out the best way to do it.”

  “Because you didn’t trust me?”

  I bit my bottom lip. I hadn’t trusted him. Not enough. But I should have. I shook my head. No more lies.

  “Godammit, Chelle, Do you really believe I would sleep with you and then just turn you over to the cops and let them place you back in witness protection, taking you away from me? I understand how these things work, and believe me, you’d disappear from my life without a trace faster than you could blink. And if you think for one minute that wouldn’t crush me, it would fucking tear me to pieces. If you believe that, then I don’t know what we’ve been doing here for the past several nights.”

  “Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t trust you. Not at first. Not completely. But I do now. That’s got to stand for something.” And I did trust him. “But now, I want to know why you thought it was necessary to investigate me in the first place? Trust goes both ways, you know.”

  “You’re right. I wouldn’t have been investigating you at all had my boss not requested I do a story on the missing kid in that photo.”

  “Why did your boss ask you to do that?”

  Josh clicked on the picture of Alan. “Do you know who this man is?”

  I nodded.

  “You do?” The surprised tone in his voice worried me.

  “Yes, he’s my foster dad.”

  “He’s also the half-brother of my boss. This all makes sense now.”

  “What?”

  “The reason they wanted me to do some investigating on this, to find you before the Feds did.”

  “Oh,” I said.

  “Which leads me to my next questions, why did you run away?” he asked before I had to chance to think about what to tell him.

  “I…I don’t want to talk about it right now. Come on,” I said, standing, extending my hand for his. “It’s still early. Let’s go back to bed.”

  He shook his head in defeat, but I was glad when he linked his fingers with mine. “You don’t need to ask me twice.” He stood and gathered me up in his arms again.

  “Why are you carrying me?” I giggled and nuzzled my face into his neck.

  “Because I can.”

  “They’re outside,” Daddy whispers, holding his finger up to his lips so that Mommy and I will stay quiet. Mommy holds me tight. Too tight, and I squirm under her embrace until I feel wetness on my arm. I look up into Mommy’s face to see tears dripping down her cheeks. Why is Mommy crying? Mommy isn’t supposed to cry. I’m scared. Daddy is crouched down in front of us as we sit on the hardwood floor in the closet that smells like Skittles’ cage in my room. We are hiding from someone, but I’m not sure who. Daddy kisses Mommy on the lips and then me on the cheek and tells us to stay in the closet. That he will take care of things. He leaves us in the dark, and Mommy holds me even tighter.

  “Mommy,” I whisper. “What’s going on?”

  “Shhhhh,” she coos. “Don’t worry, Charlotte, Daddy will be right back.”

  I’m scared for Skittles. He’s all alone in my room. I hear a loud sound, like a firecracker. But louder. A gun? I’ve heard them on TV. Mommy gasps and tells me to stay put. She gets up and leaves the closet, closing the door, leaving me all alone in the dark. I want my hamster. I know he’s just as scared as I am.

  I hear Mommy scream. I open the closet door and tiptoe to my room to pick up Skittles then begin to pad my way back to the hiding place Mommy and I were in when I hear Daddy. “No, leave her alone. I’ll do anything you want, just don’t hurt her.”

  “Too late. You’ve already betrayed us.”

  I can’t resist a peek at what is happening, and quietly make my way to the top of the stairs to see what is going on.

  A man grabs Mommy and shoves her down to the floor. Mommy screams again, and he slaps her face before hiking her nightgown up to her waist. He’s on top of her. Mommy is crying. “No, no,” she says, and the man slaps her again.

  Daddy cries, “Please stop, you don’t need to do this.”

  The bad man smiles down at Mommy as she whimpers, and I almost scream when I see his sharp teeth sink into her neck, but I put my hand over my mouth like Daddy taught me when I needed to be quiet but couldn’t.

  Then another loud pop, pop! And Daddy is lying on the floor. Red, dark liquid pools under his neck and head.

  I scoot backwards, away from the stairs. If they find me, they will hurt me, too. I turn and hurry back to the closet where I hide beneath a pile of dirty clothes on the floor in the corner. They smell like Daddy’s aftershave. I sit underneath the clothes with my legs crossed in front of me and rub the fur on Skittles’ tiny back to keep him calm. My breaths come in gasps with uncontrollable hiccups. I cover my mouth with my hand again to make sure I stay quiet when I hear footsteps right outside the closet door.

  I whimpered in
my sleep. I’d been dreaming again. I knew this as I lay in that state between unconsciousness and cognizance of what was real. I woke to gentle nudging on one of my shoulders and Josh’s sweet voice cooing in my ear. “Wake up, Chelle, you’re dreaming, sweetheart, wake up.”

  Still sobbing, I opened my eyes and grabbed hold of Josh, wrapping my arms so tightly around him; I never wanted to let go. “Don’t let them find me. Please, Josh, whatever you do, don’t let them find me.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Josh

  Chelle’s sobs were real and frightening and it broke my heart to see her this way.

  “Don’t worry, baby, I won’t let anyone find you.” I held her close, stroking her hair, kissing her cheeks, her chin, her mouth. She met my kiss with a fervor she hadn’t bestowed upon me before. The intensity so strong there was no denying the fire of her passion. My cock hardened. Oh God, every muscle in my body tensed when she dug her nails into my back, the sensation heightening the intensity of my erection. Holy shit, it throbbed to be inside her.

  I worried about what she was thinking. Why such intensity from her all of a sudden? I gently lifted her chin with my finger to look into her eyes. The need and desire I saw in them bowled me over.

  “Josh, please, make love to me,” she breathed, the words a whisper against my neck. Her tongue glided from my ear to the top of my shoulder. “I want you.”

  “Oh, baby, I want you, too,” I huffed as my now completely stiff erection pressed against her thigh. I almost came right then when her thumb slid over the moisture on the tip. I reached between her legs and found her wet and ready for me.

  Perching myself on my knees in front of her, lifting her legs, I pressed little kisses against her ankle. I smiled when her body trembled under my touch as I kissed my way up the inside of her right thigh.

  I squeezed her ass with both of my hands, tugging her up, giving me better access to her treasures so I could suck her clit into my mouth. She groaned with pleasure with each suckle, each lick and twirl of my tongue.