My Beautiful Killer

MBK 5

Sorry sorry! I've had bad writers block on this one but I'm back in the swing of it and I hope you enjoy this chapter! =)

FIVE

A HEARTLESS CREATURE

*Anthro*

A growl slipped past my lips as I dug my nails into the mattress. Bundling up the smooth silk blankets in my fists, ignoring the tearing sound that played through my ears as my fingers dug through the material. My eyes wandered over her creamy skin, dragging along up her legs and torso. Her deep red dress hanging off her shoulders and her long hair falling around her body face messily, sexy. The neck of her dress plummeting down revealing the tops of her perfectly rounded breasts. Fuck me she looked edible, better than that!

Her hips swayed as she walked to me, her legs long and toned, begging to be opened as she strut to me. Her small hands gripping the bottom edges of the dangerously short dress and she lifted it a bit as she moved her legs, positioning them at either side of my body as she planted herself on my lap, moving her hands up to my chest only to push me onto my back roughly. Her teeth raking across her bottom lip as she leaned over me, looking me over as if I were a meal. I growled lightly and she gave a small hiss.

“No,” she tskd  “Be nice.”

Another growl left my lips and I pulled back my lips, running my tongue over her neck and letting my fangs lightly scrape over her smooth hot skin. A low sexy moan released itself from her lips and she shoved on my shoulder, pinning me to the bed. Her fangs long and point made their way to my neck and she let them rake over my jaw and down to my neck making me shiver lightly. She nipped me lightly, pulling back and letting her deep red eyes gaze down at mine.

“You did this to me,” she said quietly, before sinking her fangs into jugular and chomping down on me.

I sat upright in my bed. Looking around wildly and found Cara already cleaning up the room. She flinched slightly and took a quick step back from the mantle. I felt a wave of sadness like no other wash over me as I saw the panic in her beautiful eyes.

I groaned lightly, hating myself for being mad at myself because I had upset my slave! Why was she able to make me feel this way?! I punished her, sometimes for my own sake and sometimes for hers, sometimes because she broke the rules and I couldn’t show mercy. I wouldn’t show mercy… well no more than I already have. I had made everything harder for her, trying to make her loathe me. She did, I knew she hated me, that I had accomplished my goal, yet it made me grow weary, wishing she wouldn’t hate me so. Wishing that she would see why I had to be the way I had to be or else it would be much, much worse for her.

There was only so many options left and what had happened last night was not to ever happen again. No matter how much I wanted it to happen again, it couldn’t. And I was afraid that I wasn’t strong enough to push away my own self greed for her safety. She was weakening me and it was driving me mad. Mad for her, and mad at myself. Mad at the risk that it put both myself and her. If only she knew why. I couldn’t tell her though, she would use it against me like any clever woman such as herself would. She would use it against me, make me eat it from the palm of her hand and treat me like a rag doll. I couldn’t tell her that I do what I do to keep her safe, not for my own reputation. I couldn’t confess that all I really wanted and cared about was her safety. I couldn’t confess that I wanted her more than any woman I had ever laid eyes on… I couldn’t confess that I loved her, that I wanted her with me for the rest of my life.

I watched her clean, my eyes captivated by her every move, step, breath and blink. I couldn’t not think about last night. How her body reacted to mine, how her voice moaned and cried out for me, how she cried out my name… She was the first woman to ever call my name. They all referred to me as Master, King, Sire, or Sir. It had probably, no… it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard in my life! It ignited something within me. It opened my eyes, and I actually felt. Last night I had not just fucked my slave. I had made love. I had made love to my Cara. And for once, in my many, many decades of living on this Earth I actually felt something for someone. The hallow feeling in my chest becoming full. I, Anthro Vic, have felt love. The ruthless vampire king, has felt love.