Page 19 of Dark Souls

I tried reading their minds but their inner thoughts were spoken in their native languages. French? And the other Russian perhaps?

“Didn’t think so.” He smirked. “Turn around, little girl, and go back to your party.”

I made one last-ditch attempt. Perhaps using my name would make a difference. “You are speaking to a Romano. You better watch your fucking mouth, asshole.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his harsh features and a look passed between them both. They straightened their spines, a little unsure now but still holding their ground. “No proof. No entry.”

Shooting them with one hellfire glare, I turned abruptly and walked away with frustration. That riled me up even more. Like I mentioned before, I didn’t like being told no. Feeling my restraint snap; I yanked the leash in my fist until my human blood bag’s neck was forced forwards into my hand and slammed him up against the wall. Rue was feral now and demanding to come to the surface.

I allowed my eyes to adjust as the red haze clouded my vision and my fangs snapped down from my gums. Fear swarmed the man’s eyes but before he could say a word, my fangs sunk deep into his neck. I closed my eyes, moaning as I let Rue take over. The euphoria that hit was as good as any orgasm as his warm blood trickled down my throat like silk and my hunger slowly ebbed away, making way for the insatiable arousal that took its place.

I ripped my head back from his neck, his blood dripping down my chin and met his brown eyes that were no longer scared but full of desire. When done for pleasure and not punishment, I’d heard being fed from was a high like no other and he sure looked like he’d been enjoying it. The long outline in his leather pants was a dead giveaway as he panted rapidly.

“Fuck, that was amazing. Will you do it again? There are private rooms just over there,” he pleaded. Rue was firmly in control right now, which was always dangerous but she was in a naughty mood rather than a deadly one, so I tried to relax and go with whatever she had in mind. Lifting the leash over our shoulder confidently, we walked our human straight towards another curtained door with a vacancy sign above it.

As soon as we were in the isolation of four small walls, I shoved his chest so he fell back on the chair and straddled his waist. Grinding up against his erection, I sunk my teeth into the other side of his neck and started feeding again. It was hard not to get carried away with the frenzy of the environment. The booming music vibrated beneath us, causing ripples of pleasure through our bodies and the musky scent of sex and blood filled the air. My fingers threaded into his blond hair, tugging aggressively to expose more of his neck to me. My mind took me somewhere else. To the man in the back of the bar with dangerous eyes. Heat coiled in my core and I moaned louder. If I weren’t careful, I’d be having sex with this stranger in two seconds flat.

Forcing some control, I stopped feeding and wiped the blood from my chin. The man stared up into my eyes but I looked away quickly. I didn’t want to hear his thoughts and break this fantasy. As sick as it was, I wanted to pretend this was someone else for a little longer.

Surprising me, the man suddenly turned in the chair, swapping our positions as he lowered himself to his knees.

“Let me please you. I promise I won’t stop until I make you come.” He started unbuttoning my leather trousers and I hesitated, at war with what I knew I shouldn’t do but also what I wanted. Fuck it. Who was I to deny myself an orgasm? I wouldn’t have sex with him. But if he wanted to—

Oh.

All thoughts ceased the moment his tongue found my clit. He hooked my legs over his shoulders and I dropped my head back in ecstasy as he went to work on keeping to his promise. A soft moan left my lips as I gripped the seat of the chair with my hands, my spine arching with pleasure.

I was so lost in the moment; I didn’t notice the curtain open. I didn’t hear someone enter. But the sickly sound of a neck-snapping was hard to miss. My eyes slammed open as I lifted my head to see the human drop to the side of me. His neck was twisted unnaturally. Dead. A shocked gasp left my lips as my heart flipped in my chest. And then I glanced up at the man standing before me. The clean-cut image of Harry Gould, except his eyes weren’t brown. They were entirely jet-black. Brooding. Dark. Dangerous.

Heart Thief.

“I guess you found me, Snow.”

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“Iguessyoufoundme,Snow. But forcing me out from my hiding place with this… you don’t play fair.”

His voice.It was unlike anything I had heard in my life. He spoke in such a deep and dangerous drawl that I could almost feel the vibrations crackling through the air between us, licking at my skin. And the accent was so unusual as if it was alive with ancient, dark secrets. Spell-bindingly mythical yet undoubtedly sinful.

The unexpected shock jerked me back in control of my body as my vampire’s blood-red eyes returned to fuchsia, staring wide-eyed between the body on the floor and the man standing before me. No, not man. Psychopath. His dark, lethal gaze slammed into me and pinned me in place. The viciousness that exuded from the pores of his skin was crippling, paralysing me against the chair.

He bent down with predatory elegance, his black soulless eyes never leaving mine as he picked up my discarded leather trousers from the floor. With a hiss through his teeth, he held them out to me.

“Unless you want me to finish what he started, I suggest you get dressed before my self-control snaps.”

Self-control?He was certifiably insane. What self-control? He just mercilessly murdered an innocent before my very eyes. As the shock ebbed into rage, I snatched my trousers from his grip and frantically pulled them on as I levelled him with my fiercest glare.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? You just killed an innocent man! You havezeroself-control,” I shouted, standing up to button my trousers. His eyes narrowed into slits when I leaned down to check for a pulse on my human submissive, even though I already knew it was pointless. Fuck, I was so screwed. He’d been in my care.

“He was not innocent in my eyes. He was touching what was mine.”

My head snapped up. His face betrayed no remorse, no recognition of the life he had just taken. Before I could think about the potential consequences of assaulting a serial killer, my rage overpowered all logic and I used my vampire speed to slam him into the wall, holding him there by his throat.

“Yours? So, you’re delusional as well as unhinged,” I hissed up at his face, allowing Rue’s power to come to the surface. “Let me set one thing straight in that twisted brain of yours, H. Or whoever the fuck you are. I belong to no one. And I will do as I please. So, the next time you try to excuse your sadistic acts of murder as some deranged possessiveness over me, think twice or it’ll be the last thing you do.”

His dead black eyes shone like onyx crystals as Harry Gould’s lips curved into an award-winning smile showcasing the whites of his human teeth. It was such a paradox to the devil inside the man and it sent a sliver of unease skating down my spine. I tightened my chokehold with my claws extended to show him how serious I was, digging into the flesh of his neck where I was holding him.

“There she is,” he groaned in pleasure at the pain. The purr of his baritone voice and the erotic moan that followed it caused my stomach to flip and unwelcome heat to spread between my legs. The ache only increased when his tongue darted out over his bottom lip as he searched my tormented face. I couldn’t understand why my body was reacting to this monster. Why was his lack of morality and the longing in his dark eyes a temptation unlike any other?

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