“Stark,” I warned, “what are you doing?”
“I am very sorry, Masie, but…” That lusty gleam turned into a wicked twinkle.
My blood went cold.
“In order for this to work, I must turn you. For real this time.” He flashed his fangs.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Stark threw me over his shoulder while I kicked and screamed. “I don’t wanna be no dang bloodsucker, Stark!”
He marched up the staircase, toward the master bedroom. “It is the only way,” he grumbled.
“You can’t do this to me!” But of course, he could, and it had been his plan all along. For all I knew, he was making up everything he’d just told me in that room, all to convince me to play a role that got him what he wanted: to be the undisputed king of vampires. “Daddy! Daddy! Where are you?” I cried out.
Daddy didn’t officially live in Stark’s mansion anymore. He lived with Mamma—sort of. She’d mentioned a few times that Daddy didn’t like sleeping at their place. Not dark enough. I used to think he just hopped over here and grabbed one of the many bedrooms, but now I wondered where any of them slept. According to Teri, vampires preferred to be underground, so maybe there was more to this mansion than I knew.
Either way, Daddy still spent a good chunk of time here, helping his “master” with whatever crap Stark needed. The rest of his waking hours, he spent at the Rooster, bartending on the late shift.
“Daddy! Help!” I yelled again.
“Your father is not here.”
Shit!“He’s gonna kill you when he finds out.”
Stark pushed open the master bedroom door and walked in, flipping on the lights. The blackout curtains were drawn, and a peaches-and-cream-scented plug-in filled the space with relaxing fruity vibes. Still, I continued pounding on his solid back.
“Your father begged me to turn you months ago. He says you are a danger magnet.”
“I don’t believe you!” I screamed.
Stark plopped me down on the huge bed with the red velvet comforter and piles of soft down pillows stacked against the headboard. It was a bed I knew well.
The sizzling hot memories flooded back. The way he moved on me, in me, holding me down, picking me up, and pretzeling our bodies into ecstasy.
As if reading my mind, Stark licked his lips. “I, too, enjoyed our time in this bed.”
My face flushed. My lady part plumped up. “Don’t know what you mean,” I lied.
“Then do not look at me like that,” he growled.
“Like what?”Like my skin is hot and my body’s thirsty for something I shouldn’t want?I knew he wastrouble and everything bad, but the truth was, I still loved him.
Why? Well, obviously I was insane.
Also, he was hands down the finest male specimen I’d ever seen. If anyone should live forever purely based on looks, it was this man.
“I am warning you,” he said, “if you do not cease, I will be forced to fuck you, drink you, and turn you all at once.”
Doesn’t sound too bad to me.“Wait. No.” I sat up. “I don’t want any of that.”
His eyes moved to my perky nipples pointing through my Rooster T-shirt. “Your breasts seem to disagree.”
“Yes, I want you. Okay? I can’t seem to shake off whatever chemical reaction you trigger in my ovaries, but I’ve changed, Stark. I want—”
“Anal?”
“No!” I chucked a pillow at him, which he didn’t bother dodging. It hit him on the chest and landed on the floor.
