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  The handsome blond led me into the other room to the bar, where we both sat down. He picked up a glass of white wine. “Want a drink? You look like you could use one.”

  Hell yes. I was no voyeur. And hearing those scuffling noises start up again was unsettling, now I knew what was causing them. “Sure.”

  He motioned to Gary. The bartender poured me a glass of white wine, and pushed it to me, his hand shaking hard.

  “I don’t want any of that shit!” I said belligerently. “Give me a drink! That’s what I asked for.”

  The blond smiled faintly, and motioned for Gary to pour me a shot of whiskey. “You heard her.”

  Gary poured me a shot of some kind of fancy scotch, and pushed it to me. I took it and drank it down in one gulp, admiring the smoothness. I asked for another one, and he poured me more. I downed that one, too. Now I was feeling a little better, I turned to the blond man and offered him a sexy smile. “Thanks. So how’s your night so far?”

  The blond was studying me. “Want to come home with me?” he offered, looking pleased.

  I’d heard a lot of pick-up lines in my life, but this was the first time I’d been propositioned so bluntly. Maybe, but I’m going to make you work for it. “No.”

  “To a hotel, then?” he said, unfazed.

  “No,” I said again. “I don’t go home with men.”

  “Fine then,” he said, nonplused. “We’ll go to your place.”

  “Aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?” I snorted.

  “Don’t you want me?” he said bluntly. “Didn’t you come here to find someone to bed?”

  Well, I had, but doing it and admitting it aloud were two different things. “I—”

  “Don’t lie. I can tell by your eyes you’re thinking about how much fun we could have together.” His voice was a dangerous purr.

  This guy’s not the usual hard-drinking brawler who hangs out here. Maybe Gary had been right to tell me to leave. Maybe I should go. I got up from the barstool unsteadily.

  “Don’t you want to have at least one orgasm, before you go home to your lonely bed?” the blond murmured softly. “Cin is coming right now.”

  The scuffling noises were faint, and very, very fast. There came a woman’s soft cry of climax. A few seconds later, the sounds abruptly stopped. The jukebox had stopped playing, too.

  Utter silence descended. The blond man moved closer to me, and I felt him kiss me lightly, very lightly up my neck. His lips were almost cold, and so were his hands. But his caresses were practiced and skilled, his deft hands and lips moving over my skin like an enveloping fog of pleasure. Before long he had me sighing as he touched me. Then he began to sing to me softly.

  “I can see you lying back in your satin dress, in a room where you do what you don’t confess.”

  His captivating voice washed over me, making my knees go weak and my resistance waver hard. His choice of song wasn’t surprising, but his voice was so beautiful, like an angel’s.

  “Come home with me, Sundown,” he purred seductively. “We’ll have a good time. I’m a considerate lover. I promise you, you’ll love every moment of our time together.”

  I liked the feel of him and wanted more. To hell with him being dangerous. I turned to him and said, “Okay.”

  “I should ask you now, are you willing for other kinds of sex, besides the kind you just saw here tonight?” the blond asked quietly. “I like the full experience, so to speak.”

  Chapter Five

  I felt a thrill, then wariness. “I don’t go in for anything that hurts, or leaves scars.”

  “I’ll do nothing that causes you pain,” he said with a gentle caress. “And if you tell me to stop at any time, I will. I promise.”

  “Then you’re on,” I said with a sultry smile.

  “Good,” he said, a pleased note in his words. “Drink your scotch, and we’ll go.”

  I turned to see Gary had vanished. But there was indeed a scotch there on the bar near my hand.

  I drank it down in a gulp, and then he began to touch me in earnest. “Do you need some money?” he whispered in my ear, massaging one breast through my clothes, his other arm pulling my body close to his. “I’ll give you some, if you’re open to another man joining us.”

  As interesting as I found the idea of a threesome, I took offense at the offered money. “I’m not a whore,” I said mildly. “I don’t fuck unless I want to.”

  “Too bad,” he said with actual reluctance. “I was hoping to pay you, so my friend and I could have you together.”

  “I don’t do blondes,” a disgusted, hissing voice said. “You know that. And I have my own woman. Leave me out of your games.”

  I turned. The dark man from the back room was standing there in the doorway, dressed now, his dark woman beside him. She was baring her teeth at me, and they looked kind of funny, almost too long.

  “She looks like that topless dancer from over on Prospect Ave.,” the woman said with a sneer to the blond man. “I should have known you were paying for it, now that you’re nothing.”

  “Go fuck yourself, Cin,” the blonde said pleasantly, “You’re done here for tonight. Get your ass out that door before I kick it out myself.”

  Cin gave the dark man a look, like he should defend her. But he just motioned with his head that she should leave. She hissed at him with those odd teeth of hers and he just looked back at her as if he wasn’t impressed.

  “Fuck you!” she hissed at him. He reached out to grab hold of her, but she jerked free. “Don’t come to O’Malley’s again, expecting me to lie with you,” she hissed once more, then left, grabbing a purse and going out the door.

  I eyed the dark man. He was eyeing me in return. But his expression had no lust in it, no real emotion at all. Weird. Doesn’t he care he’s just been broken up with? Well, maybe she hadn’t meant it, for all I knew this scene played out every Saturday night; I hadn’t been here in more than six months.

  “You should reconsider joining me, seeing as it looks like you’re single again,” the blond said snarkily to the dark man. “I’d love you to show her your other form, and then watch you have her.”

  “Other form?” I said in confusion, my words slurring. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m not into threesomes unless the other partners are male.”

  “I don’t want any of her, or what you are planning,” the dark man hissed. “Leave me out of it.”

  “You sure, Lash? She looks just like her.”

  I fainted, or passed out, because the next thing I remember, I was waking up in bed beside another woman. She was naked and also blonde, but platinum blonde. I thought I recognized her from a club across town, but I could have been wrong. With enough makeup and a wig, one woman can look like the twin of someone she normally wouldn’t resemble at all.

  “Who are you?” I said, pushing myself up, only to discover my clothes had been replaced by a black velvet robe. What the hell? Why is she naked, and I’m not? “Where are we?”

  “I’m Cassy,” she said quietly. “Where are we? I was in a bar with a blonde—”

  “So was I.”

  “And here I am,” the handsome man said, reappearing and strolling over to us dressed in a gray robe. “Cassy,” he said enticingly. “Come into the shower with me.”

  “But I’m clean,” she protested.

  “I asked you to do it,” he said with a growl. “Do it now. Or else leave.”

  Cassy got up, and followed him into the bathroom. Water began running.

  The next thing I knew, I was waking up again on the floor. I got to my feet unsteadily. The water was still running. With effort, I got to the doorway and looked in.

  The man was kissing Cassy in the shower, touching her intimately, and she was moaning and writhing. The guy suddenly reared back, I saw long fangs, and a second later, he’d buried them in her throat. She cried out, then pulled him to her, caressing him with longing, her moans loud over the rush of the water.

  Suddenly, the
blond jerked backward, and blood fountained up. He had ripped out Cassy’s throat. She struggled weakly, her mouth gasping soundlessly. He pushed his face into her neck, closing his eyes as her blood covered him, running down his face. He fastened his mouth over her throat, and began drinking.

  The fangs, the cool skin, the blood... God, he’s a vampire.

  I slid down to the floor, and collapsed.

  I awoke back in the bed. I screamed when I opened my eyes and saw the blond beside me. I tried to run, but he grabbed my arm tightly, preventing me from leaving.

  “Vampire...you’re a—!”

  “Shh,” he said calmly. “You just had a bad dream. I had to wake you. You were screaming.”

  I rubbed my eyes, noticing that I still had on my own clothes, not the black robe I thought I’d been wearing. What happened?

  “You passed out in the bar briefly. But you drank six straight scotches, so that’s not unexpected. You passed out again in the car on the way here. Do you remember?”

  “No,” I said hesitantly, wondering if he was lying about the amount I’d drunk. “And I usually do.”

  “Lay there and rest then,” he said reassuringly. “You’re safe. We’ll have sex when you wake up, if you want to. If you don’t, I’ll have one of my men take you home.”

  I eyed him dubiously, but he didn’t make any moves, just looked at me with a bemused expression. I stretched out, and fell asleep again. When I woke up, I felt a lot better.

  I rolled over to see the handsome man beside me. He was naked now, and I drank in the sight of him. He not only looked sexy as hell, he was well-hung, a solid ten-plus on the scale of one to ten. The sight of him stiff for me excited me as though I’d been without a man for a year.

  “Are you feeling better?” he purred, his odd-looking eyes almost happy.

  “Yes,” I said, my tone like thick syrup as I hurriedly undressed. “I want to feel you in me so bad—”

  “I aim to please,” he said and chuckled. He slid me over to him, helping me with my clothes and pushing them aside, so he could see all of me. He caressed me with his fingers, and I shivered beneath his hands, spreading my legs wide so he could touch me intimately. He slid his finger inside my vagina, and sighed, feeling my instant wetness for him.

  “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he hissed, his eyes suddenly red-gold. “Say it!”

  Vampire. He’s a vampire for real! I did see him kill that girl, Cassy! Strangely, I wasn’t afraid. I knew on some level I should be, but I wasn’t. All I could think of was how much I wanted him. “Fuck me, please,” I moaned. “Please!”

  “Beg me!” he said with a sneer.

  “Please!” I said, almost crying. “Please, I’ll do anything.”

  “Anything?”

  “Anything! Please, please!”

  “Come here then,” he purred, rolling onto his back. “And show me a little appreciation first. And then I’ll fuck you, I promise.”

  I knew what he wanted, just from the expectant look on his face. With how large he was, it would probably be uncomfortable for me to deep throat him. But I didn’t care. There was only my need for him that was insatiable. I have to have him. I have to!

  I got up on my hands and knees, and crawled to him. I put my hands on his dick, and saw belatedly he wasn’t wearing a condom. “We need protection.”

  “I don't use any, ever,” he said arrogantly. “I’m sterile. Now get to it!”

  “I—”

  “Get to it, or leave,” he said scornfully. “I have plenty of others to ask to my bed. You can go back to the bar I found you in.”

  I was drowning in a well of loneliness and hopelessness. I couldn’t leave: I wanted to be loved! “No, please, you promised—”

  His tone was tender and soft when he spoke, though his words were cruel, his expression pure relish. “Suck me now, or leave, you bitch.”

  I bent my head, and took him in my mouth. He immediately thrust the full length of himself into my throat. I gagged a little, but managed to take him all in.

  Terian was big too, I’d had practice...

  Tears began to fall down my cheeks at thoughts of Terian. Of how he would feel, to see me like this, doing this to someone else.

  The blond was thrusting into me hard, and a second later he came. When I felt him begin to come, I tried to draw back, to get him out of me, but he had hold of me, and he wouldn’t let go. Worse, he pulled himself out of me enough so I tasted him on my tongue, as he pumped into me over and over, growling loudly. “Take it,” he spat at me, his eyes fully red now. “Swallow it, bitch!”

  I was crying hard now, feeling so debased. But I did what he said, choking a little on his semen. He slipped out of me, his penis still hard. Abruptly, he pushed me onto my back, and slipped inside me with a growl. He stroked me skillfully as he thrust, his fingers rubbing my clit, and within minutes, I was coming for him hard. The orgasm was so powerful I felt as though a train had hit me. I convulsed under him, screaming out loudly.

  “You want me to fuck you!” he hissed, stroking me as I cried out. “Tell me you do!”

  “Yes, I do! So badly! Please fuck me!”

  “Harder? Deeper?”

  “Yes!” I gasped.

  I felt him grab hold of my hips, and then he was plunging into me, bringing pain. There was too much of him to take. But I also couldn’t seem to get enough.

  “You’re mine,” he panted. “Not his! Say it! You’re mine! Not his!”

  “I’m not his! I’m yours!” I screamed. “All yours!”

  “Ahhh!” he cried out, shuddering, and I felt him spurt into me again.

  But he didn’t stop. He didn’t even pause, his thrusting still hard, deep and fast, the sex too rough. I couldn’t seem to care, though. It felt incredible, what he was doing to me, better than any sex I’d ever had, ever!

  I came again and again, shuddering in his arms, and he kept having me, over and over, kept telling me repeatedly to say I was his. Soon I was slick with sweat and our come, but he wouldn’t stop. I didn’t want him to. Not ever! This was the most incredible sex I’d ever had.

  I began to feel weak, but I couldn’t seem to care about that, either. Nothing mattered but my next orgasm.

  He cried out again, shuddering.

  Something was pricking me a little. I looked down to see where he was holding my hips. His nails had grown to talons an inch long. They were sunk into me, the deep wounds seeping blood. I was sitting in a puddle of it. There was some blood on his hips, and on mine, mixed with glistening semen.

  Was this real? This can’t be real. I can’t feel anything but pure pleasure.

  My vision blurred, and my head lolled. He was licking at my neck, and moaning. He came again, and then finally rolled off me. I looked over, blinking my eyes, trying to clear my head.

  The bottom half of his face was shiny with blood. My blood.

  “Want to know my name?” he said with a smile, his fang tips showing. “Or can you guess it?”

  Horrified, I grabbed all of my willpower and resolve, and fought my desire for him. “No,” I whispered, shaking. “I want you to stop. I don’t want you to touch me again!”

  The man’s grinning face became a mask of rage, and he bolted out of bed with a growl. He picked up his phone, and began speaking into it. Two minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

  The blond man got up and answered the door, letting another man in.

  “You wanted me, Boss? Hey, she looks like—”

  “You want a piece of her?” the handsome man offered with a grin.

  “You offering, Boss?” The man’s tone was rough and lustful.

  “Sure, Kev. Sun said she was open to a threesome, so long as she was the only woman.”

  “Whatever I want?”

  “I know your proclivities,” the blond purred. “That’s why I called you.”

  Kev unbuckled his jeans, and started toward me. I wanted to move but I couldn’t. My muscles just wouldn’t obey me.
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br />   “Use protection,” the blond cautioned.

  “I’m clean,” the other man protested.

  “You were with Klara last night. I can’t be sure of that.” The handsome man pointed a taloned finger. “Obey me, or leave, Kev. Now.”

  “Okay, Boss, but why do you care?” the man said in surprise. “She’s not special.”

  The handsome vampire’s expression darkened. “Yes, she is. I enjoyed this night with her a lot, more than anything for the last few months, and I want her to last more than tonight,” he growled. “Have her, but don’t hurt her. You do and I warn you, you’ll have the same done to you ten times over.”

  Kev slipped on a condom the blond tossed him, then rolled me over to lay on my stomach. I fought to move, managing only to clench my hands. Kev began easing into me, groaning. I didn’t feel pain, but I knew where he was putting himself. I twitched in revulsion and fear, scared he was going to hurt me. Keep calm, you’re fine, hold still, you know it’s easier to take when you hold still.

  “She’s tight,” Kev groaned. “God, she must never have done this before, it feels so good.”

  “Take her hard,” the blond growled. “Make her scream. I want to see you bring her to climax.”

  “She probably won’t—”

  “Oh, but she will,” the blond replied with a nod. “Sundown’s on a drug that makes her reach orgasm quickly. Just stroke her a little with your hand, and she’ll come. I want her to feel nothing but pleasure.”

  Kev began to slide himself in and out of me, but it wasn’t painful, it was gratifying. And I felt him touching me gently with his hand, manipulating me. I began to groan almost at once, my enjoyment building. Kev sped up, and soon I was climaxing hard, screaming. He roared loudly, pushing himself all the way in as he came. Something seemed to give way inside me, but there was no pain.

  Kev slipped out of me, then pulled on his pants. “Thanks, Boss,” he said with an easy grin. “I loved pretending it was—”

  “I know you did,” the blond answered with a brief nod. “So did I. But I need to tend to her bleeding, or she’ll have scarring, something she specifically spoke out against. So leave now. If you’re good, I’ll invite you back next time she comes to play.”