Wipsters, it’s that time of the week where we look at what I’m writing… and yep, you guessed it – we’re still with vampires 😉
Kicking the door to the guest bedroom open with his foot, he held her, rocking her gently until the worst of the tremors that shook her body had subsided. A nagging sliver of guilt had started to worm its way inside him. He needed to go easy on her. She’d had a rough day. Chances were that things were shortly going to get a lot worse before they got better, though, so the little chit needed to toughen up. To be fair to the girl, she didn’t waste too much time on tears. A few minutes later, there were some sniffs and snuffles, and then she stiffened in his arms.
He released his tight hold on her and laid her out flat on the bed. Keeping his voice devoid of any sympathy or pity, he looked down at her and said, “All cried out?”
There was a long pause, before she finally answered, “I guess that depends on what you’re going to do to me. What do you want?” Her voice was a whisper of sound. His eardrums were thankful.
“To get you out of my life as quickly as possible, but as that seems unlikely, I’ll settle for your co-operation as I try to get you out of the Grand Canyon sized hole you seem to have found yourself in. How can one little slip of a girl be wanted dead by so many people?” He gave her an enquiring look, but it seemed the art of conversation was lost, or at least for this evening, in any case. Raising an eyebrow at her lack of communication, he then shook his head. “You’re going to have to talk to me sooner or later, darling. If you don’t, we’re really going to be up against the odds.” He sucked in a long breath and lay down beside her, his head resting on the chintz-patterned quilt as he turned to stare at her.
“I want to go to sleep,” she whimpered, backing away from him.
“You need to relax before you stand a chance of accomplishing that feat.”
“Exactly,” she bit back. “So get the hell out of here.”
He snorted. This might have been the first time ever he had been ejected from a bedroom by a female. He found it wasn’t a particularly pleasing experience.
“I’m not having sex with you.”
“I think I’d know if you were.”
There was an outraged pause. “You’re not funny. I mean it. Other women may fall at your feet but I don’t find you remotely attractive, so don’t bother with the bedroom ‘technique.’ You’ll be wasting your time. If that’s what you want from me, you might as well kill me now.”
A ghost of a smile played across his lips. “So melodramatic, princess. Relax. Everyone else wants to kill you, but I have the unfortunate task of trying to keep you alive. So let me make this clear: I do not want to have sex with you. I have no designs on your body. I do not need another unwanted house guest in my life. If you play nicely, I’ll play nicely. Do we understand each other?”
There was anger in her eyes, but she managed to acknowledge his question with a stiff nod of her head.
“Now roll over.”
If you enjoyed that, you may enjoy this!
Violetta is an executioner… of vampires. Famed for her fiery beauty and mesmerising personality, she has never failed an assignment.
Monsieur Martinet is no ordinary vampire, though. He is a master at his craft and can control humans with the merest flick of his eyelids. The vampire huntress with the porcelain skin and flaming red hair has killed all of his brethren, without exception. He now seeks the ultimate revenge: her submission in HIS bed.
If he’s allowed to stay alive long enough, that is.
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