Hunted By The Barbaric Vampire King

|39|~Who Do You Think You Are? ~

Unedited.
Beretta POV.
Luscious in media.

From the top of the morning, the sun shines. The sky is clear blue with big fluffy clouds, the tall hills and trees are vibrant shades of green and the mountains surrounding us are mighty. Nido Verde de Boyacá; ("Green Nest of Boyacá) is what the old human settlers used to call this place because of its refreshing beauty and it still is.

Yup! Iza, Boyaca is pretty perfect just like I remember it. Besides the fact, that the village is now occupied with the lifeless. Happy little leeches are going about their everyday lives with no cares in the world.

I take in the colonial buildings, local art, and the famous Iza church while I roll up the window. My eyes lock on some interesting iron sculptures as well that I don't remember seeing the last time that I was here. The humans here seem happy enough, and that thought alone is disturbing.

However, I have to say that slavery in small villages like such is far different than it is for humans in the city. Typically, the humans here are treated like the family's favorite pets instead of their favorite little punching bags.

How fucking disturbing!!

"Here," says Luscious handing me a pair of sandals, after opening the car door for me.

Oh, would you look at that? He is such a gentleman. "Why thank you, sir!" I tease, sounding like such a lady while placing the sandals onto my feet.

Great, they are the perfect fit. "You're full of shit, Beretta." He flashes that stupid sexy grin at me.

How I so badly want to knock out his pearly white teeth! After stepping out of the truck, I run my hands through my hair while checking my reflection in the sideview mirror.

Gods, I look like crap! Meanwhile, the vampire king looks like he just woke up from a marathon of beauty sleep. Stupid, freaking leech!

"So Beretta Banks," His glittering eyes are staring at me intensely. "First breakfast and then I'll take you shopping. How does that sound?"

Shopping! Hmm, I wasn't expecting that one. Either way, that's cool with me. Who am I to stop a filthy rich leech from spending his funds on me?

"Sounds good to me," I cheese from ear to ear.

"I bet it does! I was going to order my men to buy you some belongings, but something tells me that you are the type of woman, who rather milk me dry yourself," he speaks my love language.

"You thought correctly," I tell him while getting out of the car.

"Although I wouldn't mind you sending your subjects to go shopping for me, surprising me with my every desire. Treating me like the queen that I was born to be," I over-dramatically state as he closes the truck door behind me and then places his right hand on my lower back, ushering me forward like the true gentleman he is.

Sparks transmit. Unable to help myself, I shiver and my heart suddenly feels like it's about to explode inside of my chest.

As if he can read my body and my mind. An ignorant, sexy, naughty grin stretches across his Luscious lips.

"Ain't it funny how a single touch from me sends your body into pure bliss. How astonishing is that?" he dares to say simply because he's an arrogant piece of shit.

"You fucking wish," I sass. Although, I low-key agree with him.

"You're a terrible liar, Beretta." He calls me out before grabbing my hand to lead the way and proving his point at the same damn time. Once again my body shivers on its own accord and my heart rate skyrockets just because he touched me.