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Good As Dead
“I just wanted to see if you could obey orders. Congratulations. It appears that you can. Now be a good girl, run upstairs and put on the clothes I’ve laid out on the bed.”
“I’m not doing…” This time her sentence was cut short because two strong arms had lifted her feet out from under her and in less than a blink of an eyelid, she found herself back in the guestroom and looking at a short navy wool skirt with matching jacket neatly placed on the bed. In addition, there were two wisps of blue lace almost resembling a bra and panties bar the lack of material, a sheer silk blouse, and a set of nude stockings with a matching garter belt. A pair of patent leather sandals in the same colour scheme completed the look.
“Oh no! There is no way in hell that I am wearing that around you.” Lainey folded her arms tight across her chest and gave him a mutinous look. Her foot tapped out her agitation on the floor and it was a Beethoven 5th symphony type of tune—angry, fiery and passionate. Only, her refusal had no effect on him in the slightest.
Strolling casually past her, his hand reached out towards the ridiculous pair of panties and he rolled them slowly into a ball. He then strode into the en-suite bathroom followed by the sound of a flushing toilet.
“Naughty girls don’t get to wear panties,” he said as he returned, wearing a look of dark determination.
“I’m already wearing panties,” she bit out, “and I repeat, I am not wearing any of that.” She pointed to the garments on the bed in a fit of rage, in case he was in any doubt.
The infuriating vampire went back to the bed, plucked up the bra between his finger and thumb, and headed back to the bathroom. Lainey’s foot tapping became even more agitated but before she could hammer her foot through the floorboards, he was in front of her once again, crowding her in and sucking all of the air out of her body. He had to know the effect he had upon her because she was sure the bastard was doing it on purpose.
A single finger lifted her chin up so she had no choice but to look at him. “Before you act without thinking yet again, let me give you a little advice. In case it has escaped your notice, I am much stronger than you are and can move considerably faster. I can also control you, making you do all sorts of amusing things for my benefit, should the fancy take me. Let me give you a demonstration.”
With an infinitesimal flick of his finger, Lainey suddenly found that she couldn’t drag oxygen into her lungs. Somehow, without touching her, he had managed to close off her air supply and as her hand rushed to her throat in panic, she gurgled desperately. With another flick of his fingers, she dropped to her knees heavily, stretching her arms out and placing her head on the floor in a gesture of supplication.
“You might want to remember that if you’re intent on living a long and fulfilling life, because I’m your only hope at getting that wish, sweetheart.”
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