All I can focus on is his intense stare and the flicker of red that appears in his otherwise black irises. I feel hypnotized. Lost.Utterly consumed.
“This is how I expect to be greeted, Ms. Dalca. Preferably with your lips parted just like that so I can feed you my cock as I please.”
His words send a jolt through me, one that seems to stir me from my delirious mental state. “Excuse me?” The words leave me even as a flurry of sensation warms my lower belly.
Because something about kneeling for him feels right.
And the idea of him feeding me his cock?
My thighs clench. Yeah, I like that a little too much.
Which is insane. Or maybe it’s magic.Am I enthralled?
Of course I’m enthralled. I’ve been enthralled by the myth surrounding his existence for years.
Count Negru’s grip tightens in my hair as the tip of his tail slips up my leg—beneath my dress.
My eyes widen, my body tensing.
Then I gasp when he strokes myhip.
“Cotton?” he asks, then tsks. “That is not what I expect you to wear. Satin, lace, ornothing. Understand?”
I blink. “What?”
He gives me a bored look. “It would be wise not to vex me with cluelessness, Ms. Dalca. We both know you heard me without issue. So be a good pet and remove that offensive material from between your thighs.”
My jaw…drops.
I… I’m torn between being offended and doing exactly what he’s requested. It’s confusing. It’s thrilling.It’s wrong.
“I don’t even know you,” I manage to force out.
Of course, the words lack heat since they’re not really true. I know everything about him. Rather, I’ve… I’ve researched him for a long time.
But I thought he was a vampire.
And I actually have no idea what to call him other thanNegru. Maybe that’s his first name. I’m not sure because hedidn’t really introduce himself. Just called himself a Strigoi King.
Then proceeded to start talking about kneeling and?—
His grip in my hair tightens. “Human formalities don’t exist here.” His tail traces my underwear, the pointed tip making me shiver as it slides beneath the fabric. “This ismynest. My expectations. My kingdom.My rules.”
A gasp escapes me as his tail slices through the thin cotton strip, freeing it from one hip.
“You will obey,” he goes on as that triangled end glides along my lower belly. “You will feed me. Pleasure me. Do whatever it is thatIdesire. Because I’m the king here. And you’re my new pet.”
Fire licks up my spine as the fabric loosens on the opposite side, his appendage having cut right through the fabric with a tiny flick.
I’m frozen.
Not with fear.
Not with uncertainty.
Just… justfrozen. Because I have no idea how to respond to any of this.
I knew he would be dangerous. Cruel, even. It was a risk I was very willing to take. Heck, it was a risk Idesired.
