I wanted the option to dress up my toy, so I decided to provide a few different styles to see what type of dress looks best on her. I went with a blood-red gown for tonight, primarily because I fully intend to ruin it by feasting on her flesh.
Viviana walks back out of the closet with her pretty eyes narrowed at the bedroom door.
My lips twist upward for the second time today when she tries to open it and finds it locked.
“Ugh,” she grinds out, the sound causing my grin to grow into a smile.
This show of irritation pleases me. I was beginning to worry that she might kneel for me willingly. But this means I’ll have to work for her submission.
And that… that intrigues me.
I like the idea of forcing her to her knees and choking her with my cock.
Making her growl around me while I force her to take more.
Come down her pretty throat.Drown her. Then lay her flat against the table and feast between her thighs on blood and ecstasy.
Mmm.“I’m going to enjoy mastering you, princess.”
I just hope she holds my interest longer than the rest. I’ve spent years pining after this female. It will be utterly depressing if my craving is sated just by tasting her blood.
Like all the others before her,I think.
Except there have never been obsessions quite like this.
I’ve stalked prey. Fed on them. Released them.
But those were passing fancies that lastedminutes, notyears.
Either this is all a yearning crafted in my mind, or this is something more.
I’m not sure which outcome will be worse for her. Disappointing me or being forced to handle lifetimes of lust.
We’ll find out soon.
Tonight.
At dinner…
CHAPTER FIVE
VIVI
I have no cellular service.
Not surprising, given that I’m in the middle of nowhere in the Carpathian Mountains.
Though, I’m not sure what I would write to Gaby if I could.Hi. It’s me, your crazy friend. I went to Negru Castle with a stranger, and now I’m locked in a beautiful room overlooking a courtyard. The count wants to have dinner with me in five minutes. And he’s making me wear a sexy red dress, too.
Gaby would probably reply with something like,Sounds like one of my favorite books, V. Let me know if he glitters…
Or she would freak out and tell me to get the hell out of here.
The latter is probably what I should be feeling. Instead, I’m just staring at the door and waiting for Marius to unlock it from the other side.
I’m not afraid. I’m… I’m something else entirely. I’m a ball of nerves, the flutters in my belly overwhelmingly appropriate. This is it, the culmination of all my research.
Count Negru is real.
