Dangerous Kiss (On Hold)

Chapter 10

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Arya cried out in pain as a body suddenly slammed her sideways, aggressively pinning her into the wall.

Arya felt her eyes widen as the person was a total stranger. Red filled his hungry eyes. She quickly glimpsed around her surroundings and internally groaned. It was a secluded hallway without anyone nearby.

The vampire pinning her down chuckled; a deep husky laugh with a tinge of sour. "My. My. Isn't it Devonshire's little mortal mate." The man spit the word like it was poison.

The man himself was tall and well-built. He had reached the century of aging, but it didn't seem to affect him like Isadora or Horace. He looked like a male in his late 30's!

Arya snarled, feeling past memories burn into her present as his body pushed hers into the wall and his hands pinned her to the wall.

Trapped.

Arya's heart rate picked up as her biggest fear flickered on. Trapped, unable to move, stuck, as a free meal for a vampire.

Her vision went blank as her breath quickened.

Pain blooming like a fire.

Vision fading.

Red eyes,

Gleaming silver.

"A mortal for a high vampire's mate... smells like a lie to me." The deep voice of the sleazy man brought her back.

She was shaking.

The man took her horror as fear of him. He grinned, flashing his fangs as he animalistic tilted his head, his red eyes raking down her. He leaned him and Arya's stomach knotted. The vampire took a deep breath, his nose trailing down her neck. Arya whimpered, struggling but totally immobile. The man pulled away, a new hunger lurking in those dangerous depths of his.

"You smell divine, my dear..." He chuckled, "And like you are unclaimed."

The blood flooded from Arya's face. Devonshire never claimed her!

First surprise mixed with gladness entered her turmoil of emotions churning in her stomach, then hard regret.

"Pity that my creation wasn't able to claim you. I'm guessing he is too weak hold up the pretend of being the soul mate too you." The sleazy man leaned in, his nose trailing down her neck.

Vision fading.

Red eyes.

Gleaming silver.

The vampire chuckled by her ear, "Pity. Now you will be mine and everyone will see that he is a liar..." The man laughed darkly, "But god you do smell heavenly, I'm sure you will taste that way to, dear weak mortal." He licked her neck slowly and Arya gagged.

She her the 'zinc' of the man's fangs sliding out and she felt as she tensed. No. No. No! NO! His fangs just barely racked up and down her neck, teasing her. He was going every single moment of this. Her fire flared like a firecracker. She squirmed like an eel, her fear tearing at her gut.

Red eyes.

Gleaming silver.

Darkness.

"No! Let me go! DEVONSHIRE!!" Arya shouted, trying to get free and biting. The vampire snarled at her, his red eyes furious as he bared his fangs. "ENOUGH!"