''Come closer and I will scream!'' His prey whimpered.
''Scream. I dare you.'' He growled.
Twenty-three-year-old Ilona Bukowski has always been fascinated by the supernatural, even when she shouldn't. This fascination takes her to Romania, where she...
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She had not screamed. She had not begged. She had not wept. And he had been left unsatisfied.
Vlad took a big sip from the substance in his glass and grimaced. Where blood normally tasted like Heaven– at least that was what he thought it tasted like, since he would never actually end up there – it now tasted like mud.
He leaned back in the leather chair behind his desk littered with papers, which was mostly correspondence that he had not bothered to read ever since his new guest had appeared on his doorstep. His finger still throbbed painfully, together with the anger that consumed his body. That woman had a set of teeth on her, he had to give her that.
Ilona.
That name haunted him more times than he liked to admit. Had made him question his sanity as well. A soft knock reverberated on the wooden door.
''Enter.'' Vlad commanded. Not soon after the door creaked open, and the sweet smell of jasmine and arousal filled the room. He averted his eyes from the jar and locked them with the petite blonde standing in the doorway.
''My Prince.'' Her voice was soft, barely a whisper as she bowed at the hips. He stood up from the chair and walked over to the woman.
''Mia. Welcome.'' He purred, noticing how her heart skipped and delighted he took her hand as he led her to the middle of the room. ''You know what to do.'' He brushed a long, blonde strand of hair behind her ears. Mia nodded, turned her back towards him and bent over the desk. Her short skirt rising up and baring her ass to him. Tonight, she had chosen to wear a black, skin-tight dress that clung to her lean figure.
He made quick work of his belt and zipper and with each minute that passed her sweet scent filled the room. He did not bother with foreplay, needing to quench the thirst building within him. Taking his usual place between her thighs, she let out a squeal of surprise when he entered her in one fluent thrust. Her warm wetness coated his cock made it easier for him to set the pace. Not bothering to let her adjust he started pounding into her from behind, grabbing her hair and pulling her head up. This movement exposed the woman's neck and because of her arousal his eyes fell on the protruding vein. His fangs itched and without asking for consent he sank them deep into her neck and drank his fill.
Involuntarily his mind wandered towards long red hair and piercing green eyes, which reminded him of the forest he chased her through. The green eyes seemed to stare right through his soul and if he did not know better, he would say they oozed pure judgement. Vlad kept drinking with feral need and Mia kept moaning in pure pleasure, keening, and whispering praise to her Prince. He felt his orgasm approaching and without a warning he stilled within her and spilled his warm seed. Mia gasped and finished, right then and there, with him. Vlad ripped his fangs out of her neck and slipped out of her warm cunt, seed slowly trickling down her thighs.
''Thank you, my Prince.'' Mia murmured with a small smile on her face.
''Get out.'' Vlad ordered her, his eyes never once looking back as the woman he nearly drained. He heard the rustling of clothes and not soon after the door shut behind the blonde vampire. His breathing was ragged, and his hands were shaking as he grabbed the edge of the desk and stared. Stared until his eyes watered and the stench of loathing filled the room.
