Forbitten (A Twist of Fate Novella Book 1)

by J. P. Uvalle

  “You do this to me. Before I met you, I’d forgotten what having a heartbeat felt like. What having feelings felt like. I couldn’t let the one person who made me feel again, die.” Lord Vladimir plants a soft kiss on my forehead.

  Hearing him say such beautiful things resounds deeply within my soul. I frown, thinking how the mark I bear complicates things. I want to tell him, but I can’t find the words, so instead I say, “show me where you saved me.”

  WE STAND IN the middle of an abandoned apartment. Old furniture is covered with white sheets, and particles of dust are floating in the air. I stare at the bloodstain on the carpet. Where he saved me. Healed me.

  Unfortunately, he risked it all for nothing. “I bear the mark of the beast.”

  His fiery eyes dim a shade as he clenches his jaw. His Adam’s Apple moves up and down a few times. “So what you’re telling me is if I don’t let you die, you’ll turn into one of them?” Lord Vladimir flares his nostrils, balling up his fists.

  From his beaming stare, I begin to shake as I say, “Yes,” my voice barely audible.

  Roaring, he goes into mayhem-mode, breaking everything in his path. And in order to bring him back from his murderous tirade, I have to convince him to break another rule.

  “Turn me.”

  He halts, slowly setting down a chair. He turns to look at me, chest heaving rapidly. “Trinity...I can't.”

  “Do it.”

  “We have no clue what will happen to you if I do.”

  “Would you rather me turn into a wing-flapping, blood-guzzling— “

  “Enough,” he huffs, putting up his hand. Lord Vladimir begins to pace like a caged animal. All dark and brooding. When he stops to glance at me again, I can see the insatiable hunger filling his hypnotizing eyes. They're glowing. The corners of his lips curl up. “Okay. But first...I'm going to fuck you.”

  He charges forward, leaving me no time to react. We go flying through the stone wall. Debris lands everywhere as we collide onto a bed, breaking the frame, he attacks my mouth with a relentless passion. I moan loudly against his expert tongue, forgetting the pain harboring along my backside. The chaotic energy Vladimir exudes absorbs into me, and I push back with the same level of intensity. Our mouths, going to war. We can't kiss each other hard enough. Love each other rough enough.

  A ferocious animal starving for affection, he rips the blouse from my chest with his hands. My bra follows as he snatches the clasp in front within his sharp teeth, shredding it apart.

  With my upper body exposed to him, he growls. “There's no escape. You belong to me now.” His lips graze across one of my nipples while he twists and turns the other between his fingers.

  Moaning, I arch my back to offer the rest of body to him—wanting his mark on me. On every inch of me. Feeling his teeth skim along my skin has me imploding on the inside. And when he sucks my nipple into his mouth and nibbles gently, my eyes roll back in my head. “Oh, Vladimir,” I cry out in pleasure, gripping a firm hold on his hair. “Make me yours, baby.”

  “You’ve been mine since the first moment I saw you.” He bites down into my breast, drawing out the essence of life, lapping it up as a scream expels from my lungs. The pain hurts but feels so good. I feel like I’m on a carousel, getting dizzier by the second. He slicks his tongue down my torso in between placing nips and kisses along the way. Feeling any part of him on me sends a rhapsodic current throughout my body. My nerves become overwhelmed by every sensation. Lord Vladimir—a master of sorts—finds my sweet spot. A place which drove him insane the last time we were intimate. I watch him intently as he inhales the scent of me deeply into his chest. He closes his eyes, and a rumbling growl reverberates inside him—the vibrations subtly shake the walls around us. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.” The fire in his eyes ignites, and I know I’m in trouble when his fangs meet the folds of my pussy.

  My back rises off the bed, flinching from the pain and enjoying it all the same. “Fuck,” I whimper, when his tongue darts in to circle around my clit.

  Getting lost in the taste of me, he embeds his claws deep into the meat of my thighs and roughly buries his face in deeper. If I weren’t so taken by this Lord Vladimir—a ruthless vampire—the alarms would be sounding off in my head. He’s literally going to suck the life out of me.

  But first, he’ll have his way with me.

  Greedily devouring every drop of my sweet nectar, his growl and groans vibrating against my wet flesh propels me into a vision-blurring orgasm. My whole body convulses, and the feel of his fangs ripping into my skin intensifies the heat consuming my body. How could something so deviously dangerous feel this euphoric? A cross between a moan and a scream escapes my lips.

  Lord Vladimir stands with a twisted smirk on this face. Evidence of my excitement along with blood paints down his chin. “You love when I bite your pussy, don’t you?”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lord Vladimir

  SAVORING THE TASTE of Trinity’s sweetness on my tongue, I pace back and forth to prolong this moment as long as I can. She has asked me to do the unthinkable. Kill the woman I am falling deeply for. Turn her into something she hates, and who knows what else? A Dycipher? A crossbreed? There’s no sure way of knowing, and it scares the dead out of me. I don’t want this life for her. But looking at her laying on the bed, legs spread, swirling her finger around her clit to entice me, provoke the animal out of me. No longer able to resist temptation, I go in for the kill.

  Zipping on top of her, I connect our lips together once more while my hands freely roam the length of my body. Her lips are feathery light and tender. Gently, I nibble on her lower lip, making her giggle sweetly. The cutest sound I’ve ever heard.

  Her hands find the button and zipper of my pants, quickly freeing my cock from its cage. I move fast to get the rest of my shoes and pants off. “I need you inside me now, my Lord,” she whimpers. Gripping on to my shaft, she strokes me up and down, then places me at her entrance. She withers underneath feeling the differences in our body temperatures.

  I’m driving into her hard, her pussy slowly opening to adjust to the size of my length. Soft whimpers linger on her lips. She looks so beautiful underneath me. I get lost in her, burying myself as deep as I can go, connecting our bodies as one. I rise up, continue to work her slowly, and lifting one of her legs over my shoulder, I growl seeing how good my cock looks disappearing inside her. Trinity’s eyes are hooded, and she licks her lips at me sending me off a cliff. I pick up my pace, gripping her around the hips. Slamming her pelvis into mine.

  “Yes, baby, fuck me harder,” she screams.

  I love how wild this woman allows me to be with her. The fact that she wants everything I’m demanding to give her turns me on to no end. The animal inside of me is out of control, wanting to claw its way out. I flip her over and pull her ass to me. I pound away, gripping her around the neck with a firm hold. “Feel me, baby?”

  “Yes,” she pants.

  Heat shoots up my cock at the same time as I pull her by her hair, positioning her upright. I tilt her head to the side, still rocking our bodies to a rhythmic beat. I growl, and my cum pulses into her while I widen my mouth, sinking my fangs into her delicate skin with locked grip. She grasps my hand on her hip and squeezes. The power of her blood electrifies my veins as I pull her in closer to me—her back flush with my chest. I know I’m close when her grip on my hand loosens. My love has fainted, and in the morning, she’ll be what I am.

  A monster.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Trinity James

  DEAR HARPER,

  I want you to know, I love you. And always will. You’re the greatest friend a girl like me could ever ask for. You’ve always stuck by me when I needed you the most. Held my hair when I was wasted off my ass and had to puke. You’re a godsend, and I need you to know that whatever happens, I will do everything in my power to be there for you. But right now, I am in some
serious trouble that unfortunately, I can’t tell you, or anyone about. I must go away for a while. I know what you’re thinking, “What a bitch, right? How dare she skip out on me just weeks before my wedding?!” I’m an awful friend, and I hope that one day you can find it in your heart to forgive me.

  Miss you already,

  Trinity

  Two Weeks Later

  OUTSIDE A RESTRAUNT, standing in the pouring rain, I watch what could've been my future unfold before my eyes. Fabine gets down on one knee, proposing to someone who isn’t me. My whole body tenses when the girl he is proposing to flips her hair to the side.

  Bernadette.

  Of all the eligible women in the city of New York, he picks to marry that fucking slut. I glare at them as if my eyes are laser beams and I plan to incinerate the shit out of them. How could they do this to me? A growl erupts in my chest, catching the attention of pedestrians walking past me on the street. That’s supposed to be my fairytale ending. Not hers. But I’m here, doomed to remain in hiding like a dirty little secret. This isn’t fair.

  Life’s a royal bitch.

  LURKING IN THE shadows, I wait for them to leave the coziness of the little restaurant he took me to on our first date. He lifts an umbrella over their heads as the rain continues to fall gracefully from the midnight sky. He pulls her in close and they walk down the block, enraptured in their own blissful heaven. The sight is destroying me, making bubbles form in my belly. She giggles the exact moment he places a gentle kiss on her forehead. The bright smile he wears across his face is the perfect representation of how genuinely happy he is. With her. My ex-best friend. The non-marrying type. The friend known for being nothing more than a good-time was getting married. Not me. Her. The city slut. I swallow the ever-growing ball of anger down my throat. I jog my memory, sifting through all the moments I had with Fabine—I can’t remember the last time I’d seen him smile like that around me from something I said or did.

  I don’t understand…I thought I made him happy?

  Apparently I didn’t because it’s written all over his damn face. The face I want to smash into a brick wall over and over. Just watching their genuine display of affection feels like I’m being forced to endure having ice picks jammed into my eyeballs. It’s heart wrenching. I don’t know how much torture I’m willing to put myself through.

  This can’t be real.

  Maybe I’m just hallucinating. I am still going through my transformation of whatever the hell I’m supposed to be. Plus, I’m going crazy, trying to keep all these hypersensitive emotions in check. And going to war with the evil lingering inside me—part of me wants to turn around, but the other half wants revenge.

  I stalk them back to Fabine’s. They laugh and joke along the way. Once they are inside, I watch from behind a tree. The lights go on, and I can see through the window. Bernadette is peeling out of her clothes and leaving a trail for Fabine to follow up the stairs.

  Another one of my tricks!

  I’ve seen enough at this point. I climb up the siding and pry open the bathroom window with my long nails and sneak inside. I hear giggling coming from the bedroom. I’m determined to ruin their night—a night that should have been mine

  It’s time for me to have a little fun.

  I kick open the bedroom door. Bernadette goes tumbling off the bed, screaming at the top of her lungs. Fabine reaches for the drawer where he keeps the gun. I zip up next to him, grabbing it out of his hand before he has a chance to aim it at me. I hit him in the face with it. “You fucking, asshole!”

  He gulps. “Trinity? Wh—what happened to you?”

  Something inside me snaps when I hear the sound of his voice. My breathing becomes shallow, and I feel my fangs erupting through my gums. “Coming to claim what should’ve been mine all along.” Reaching down, I death-grip onto his cock and roughly twist the shaft in my hand. His eyes grow wide. I tear his prick from his body, blood spurts from the hole where it used to be. I laugh menacingly as he hollers like the little bitch that he is. The life is leaking out of him, staining the bed sheets. The smell of blood has me on a high as I catch the whiff in the air.

  At this moment I should feel guilt. Remorse. Sadness even.

  But, I feel nothing.

  Bernadette bravely stands up to run. I give her a head start because I want her to suffer the most. She broke several cardinal rules of friendship, and she is going to pay a hefty price. I walk after her as she makes her way down the stairs. She trips on the third to last step and tumbles the rest of the way down.

  “You’ve always been a clumsy bitch.”

  “Trinity. Stop. You don’t have to do this.” She cries. “I’m sorry.” She tries to crawl towards the door.

  Surprisingly, her apologizing only pisses me off more. Growling, I jump from the top of the staircase and land over her. “Your timing is pathetic.” I snatch her up by her hair and drag her away from the door. And even though she’s doing everything in her power to escape my grasp, she’s no match for my new strength. I force her up from the ground and position her onto her knees. I want to see the expression on her face when I do this, so I grip her chin.

  “Please, Trinity. I’m so—sorry. Please. Don’t. Kill. Me.” She’s shaking and sobbing uncontrollably—mascara and eyeliner painting thick lines down her cheeks.

  I don’t care.

  “It’s a little too late for your apologies, Bernadette. You wanted it. Now, you’re going to choke on it, bitch.” I grab her by the neck with one hand and shove the sorry excuse for a dick down her throat with the other. Covering the opening of her slutty-ass mouth, I watch her gag on the thing she allowed to ruin our friendship. Her eyes go big as more tears fall. I force her to look up at me while she suffocates to death. “Was it worth it? Losing the best friend, you ever had?”

  She struggles against me in a panic, trying to unlatch my hand from her mouth. The thought of her running out of oxygen makes me giggle. I tackle her to the ground and push down harder on her mouth. She flails underneath, and when the life in her eyes evaporates, I lift my hold.

  Now you really are dead to me.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Lord Vladimir

  TRACKING HER SCENT, I end up at a two-story townhouse in the meatpacking district. The light is on, but it’s too quiet for my liking. Instantly, I feel a knot form in my gut. Something is seriously wrong. I knock. No answer. I turn the knob, and it opens to a brunette lying on the floor. Her eyes are absent of life, and I see the outline of something lodged in her throat. She choked to death.

  Bloody Hell.

  I smell blood; however, it’s not coming from her. I bend down to get a better look at the human only to realize I’ve seen this girl before. “The waitress?” I ponder and finally her name comes to me.

  Bernadette.

  Curious to find the source of the smell, I walk up the stairs and cut a corner into a bedroom. The door is hanging off the hinges. When I walk in, my eyes catch a glimpse of a shadow in the corner of the room. A womanly figure.

  “Come here now.”

  Slowly, the darkness unveils Trinity’s face and her eyes—a frightening shade of red—connect with mine. Trinity is not a vampire. Not a Dycipher. But a mixture of both. The deadliest breed of evil. She’s what real nightmares are made of. And, I’m responsible for creating this monster.

  “What is the meaning of all of this?” I growl, forcing down the anger whirling inside me. Reminding myself that the blood is on my hands. This is a result of my decision to break the rules. I should’ve let her die.

  “I guess, I wasn’t over what they did to me,” she whispers, hanging her head.

  The fact she is showing remorse is a good sign. I haven’t completely lost her. Dyciphers lack empathy and the basic human emotions, which makes them extremely dangerous, killing machines.

  “What did they do to you?” I raise an eyebrow.

  “Bernadette was my best friend and this guy here
...” She turns to glare at him. “…Was my ex-boyfriend. They were sleeping together behind my back.” Tears trickle from her eyes. “I watched him propose to her, my Lord.” She falls into me, and her cry intensifies as she squeezes onto me.

  I let out a sigh and embrace her, not quite sure how to feel about the whole situation. I too had fallen for Bernadette’s charm once, but my attention always stuck with Trinity. It still does.

  I hear the door creak open. We glance at each other briefly and jet for the stairs to find Delia lingering at the bottom with her hand over her mouth. Trinity pulls back into the shadows and watches from the top as I descend the stairs.

  Delia looks up at me. Her eyes burning fiercely. “You. What the fuck did you do to her? My God…” She leans over to look examine Bernadette’s mouth more closely. “…Is that a di—”

  “Yes,” I groan taking, a seat on the bottom step. I rake my hands through my hair.

  “I read you were into some freaky shit, but this takes the cake.” She walks over to me and puts her hands on my knees in an attempt to move them away. “This that your di—”

  “NO!”

  She gives me a sideways glance with a smirk. “A foursome, eh? I take it things went south. So, who’s the unlucky bastard?” Although she’s trying her best to make light of the situation, we both know nothing good can come of this. I’m more screwed than a bloody whore on Saturday night.

  I don’t answer because I don’t know the poor saps name and I can’t risk her going upstairs and finding the out the other person in this so-called foursome is a woman I turned into a …

  Bloody Hell. I don’t even know what to call her.

  Delia’s smile is soon replaced by a frown unable to pretend that this is a laughing matter but a serious one. Sighing she takes my hands into hers. “Please tell me what happened, my Lord? Did you mean to kill her?”

  I ponder up a lie. I have to take full responsibility for this mess even though these humans didn’t die by my hands. “No, I didn’t mean to kill her. I got lost in the heat of the moment an—”