Page 33 of The Nephilim's Finesse

“Why are you asking me these things?”

He raised an eyebrow in response, and I cleared my throat before continuing. “I expected you'd ask the same questions you did in the beginning.”

“I want to know some of your background to understand you better.”

I didn’t believe him.

“I want to know you,” he said softly.

And with that, he turned to leave.

“You said you would use your mouth on me," I called after him, my cheeks aflame as I remembered what particular promise he had made to me not too long ago.

He raised an eyebrow. “I did.” He seemed amused by my embarrassment.

I blushed even more and swallowed nervously. “I meant down there.”

A wicked smile spread over his face, and he nodded firmly. “Tomorrow,” he promised, sending shivers down my spine with the potential pleasure that awaited me. I was crazy. How could I possibly crave such intimacy with someone who held me captive?

I sat in the comfortable chair when he was gone, and my mind drifted back to Thorne. Who was my sire? I had experienced so many things with him. Suddenly, a memory came to the surface.

“You’ll do as I asked!”

“Why? Why do you treat me like a servant?”

Thorne crocked an eyebrow. “Because I’m your sire, your master! You do my bidding as I see fit!”

“For how long?”

He laughed. “For how long? As long as it pleases me!”

I escaped the slavery of my husband into the slavery of Thorne. Of course, Thorne wasn't beating or raping me; in fact, he had never touched me in any way other than how he would have touched a beloved sister, so I was a lot better off than with Goodwyn. I was strong, fast, and immortal. Yet, I wasn’t free.

Thorne must have seen my disappointment. He walked over to me and laid his hands on my arms. “I promised you revenge, and I gave you revenge, didn't I?”

I nodded, defeated. “You did.”

“And as gratitude, I expect you to run some small errands for me.”

“Kill innocent people?”

He shook his head. “Your perspective is lacking, my dear. You are superior to them. They are no longer humans to you, but food. You still have so much to learn. But this will come with time.”

I asked myself how Thorne had been as a human. Was he this cruel from the beginning, or had he turned to this monster through time? Maybe his sire did this to him, as he was doing to me.

“Why aren’t you serving your master?”

His stare got cold. “Who says that I don’t?”

At that moment, I realised that as long as I walked the Earth, I'd still be a slave. If Thorne died for good, I'd be free of him. But would his sire be my new master, then?

Cuddling in my chair, I understood that I would never be free, even if I ever got out of here.

10 Raph

I entered the room, and Victorija was standing there, her arms held stiffly at her sides. Her gaze flitted around the area as anxiety emanated from her. The tension had been slowly rising for weeks, with every encounter between us hyping her curiosity more and more. I planted that seed in her mind, and now she was eager to experience my mouth on her pussy. Yesterday was a big step forward. As expected, her curiosity got the better of her, and she was eager to explore my body. A little complacency came over me when she graced John with only a brief span of her attention. When she took my cock in her mouth, I nearly lost it. How those green eyes observed everything with curiosity. How her copper lashes closed when she sucked me with pleasure. Her pink lips around me were the best sight I'd ever seen. John was right: she was a little vixen.

When she came undone, it took all of my will not to bend her over and take her right there. No, I had to be patient. I knew it was worth the wait. To rush things would destroy the trust she had built piece by piece. Yet, I couldn’t fuck around anymore, pretending it was her underneath me. It simply didn’t work. I had to endure the torture until I could bury my length inside her. Soon, I told myself while focusing back on her.

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