“I watched as she grew fangs right in front of me, just before she pinned me to the floor with a strength I never thought she would have possessed. Her dark eyes went completely black, the pupils seeming to block out all else as she chanted something in a foreign language. A pain like no other slashed through me. It was so agonizing that all I could do was whimper in abject misery, until the blackness finally closed in and took hold. When I awoke, it was to find a strange thirst coming from within and a lust that did not even compare to what I’d felt before.”
Davien kept his eyes on Cosette as he finished the rest of his sordid tale. “I had turned into a ravenous beast with an insatiable hunger, so I went in search of something—anything—to appease it. I roamed the streets until I found a willing whore. I pushed her up against the wall of an alley and ripped the front of her bodice down the middle. I cupped her breasts and ran my thumbs over her pert nipples. I don’t even remember what she looked like, only that I wanted those pink lips surrounding my cock. When she put her hand between us to stroke my raging erection, I pushed her down to her knees. I held on to the back of her head as she performed her ministrations on my swollen manhood. The sucking sounds of her mouth soon drove me over the edge of madness, and I ejaculated over her exposed breasts in greedy spurts—”
“That’s enough!” Cosette stood and put her hands over her ears. “I don’t want to hear anymore.”
Davien leaned back in his chair, appearing at ease, but his inner beast was rumbling.
“What was the point of this?” she demanded hotly. “If your objective was to make me feel sorry for you, then you failed miserably.”
“Are you having trouble accepting my salacious nature, dear Cosette?” he purred, knowing that it would unnerve her even further.
Her dark eyes flashed, the color on her cheeks high. “I think you are nothing more than a devious, sadistic bastard who deserves what he has become.”
