“There’s always a way,” I say and draw my knee up and ram it into her stomach.
She lurches forward, her palms slipping off the wall enough for me to dash out of her grip.
I make it five feet.
Five.
Before she yanks me by the wrist and spins me, pinning my back to her chest.She sinks into the shadows, taking me with her.
Shit.
“I’m going to ask you again, who the fuck are you?”she breathes into my ear.
Adrenaline spikes through me.I should be running, screaming.But I’m frozen in place, desperate to know if I’ll end up like that human girl: fucked, bitten, orgasming for days.It’s so wrong.So.Fucking.Wrong.And yet my pussy clamps down, my underwear sticking to me.
The vampire leans in, inhaling.
What the hell?She’s literally sniffing me.Oh gods, I hope she can’t smell my arousal.
The only option is hardball.“Do you get off on this?Pinning women in place and forcing them to do whatever you want?”
“What if I do?This club is designed to dish out your darkest desires,Stranger.So tell me… have you ever fucked a vampire?”
She smelt my arousal, then.Shit.My heart rate quickens.She must be able to sense the thudding beat because I hear the smile in her sneer.“I’ll take that as a no, but you want to.”
I lunge forward and shove back, smashing her into the wall hard enough she releases me.Spinning around, I face her, knowing that if I try and run, she will just catch me again.I have to think my way out of this.She’s masc.I can tell from the air of confidence filling her gaze and jutting her jaw.The muscles bulging under her shirt are a giveaway too.The question is, is she also a dom?
“I see you’re the kind of brat that likes to fight back…” she says.
Yes.Then.And I’d bet money on the fact she likes to tame a brat.This is my play.“What’s your name?”I ask.
“Dahlia.What about you, Princess?”
I smile.She has no idea.“I think I’m rather fond of Princess.”
She cocks her eyebrow at me.“Hilarious.The cute blonde brat fancies herself a real-life princess, hey?”
“Something like that.”I shrug.
She folds her arms and looks me up and down.“I could just torture your secrets out of you.Spank you until you tell me exactly what you’re doing… Or maybe I’m in the mood for real torture, it is one of my kinks…”
She watches me swallow that information.I force myself not to tremble, to breathe slow and deep.She likes a brat.And I am the brattiest of them all.I just need to be me.
I take too long to respond.She grabs me by the arms and pins me against the wall.We’re face to face.Oh gods.The last vestiges of very sensible and needed fear vanish.She’s hot, she’s masc and from the way she’s pinning me against the wall, she’s clearly a dom.I should absolutely not be fantasising about her fucking me like this.
What I need to do is locate a heavy dose of panic.Maybe throw out a few first-class screams.Running for my life is probably sensible.
And yet I do absolutely none of those.
What in the ever-loving fuck is wrong with me?But the more I think about how much danger I’m in, the wetter I’m getting.
“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous, and I can tell you’re just a human.Albeit a very nice smelling one.”
She leans so close our breath mingles, my skin heats, goosebumps rise, but this time not from disgust, but lust.I should be ashamed of myself.Their species killed thousands of ours.My eyes fall to her lips.All I want is to place mine on hers.
Fuck.
She grabs each of my wrists in turn and grips them above my head.Then she pushes her knee between my legs and drives her thigh up to meet my cunt.
