“That must mean he doesn’t get involved if your life isn’t in danger, which it is not now.” He gestured to the room. “You are in a soft, cozy bed in an unlocked room with a man who has no intention of killing you.
“How many others out there would be content with just keeping you? With whisking you away and taking only enough?”His voice slithered into my ear. “Who will protect you then? Will your skewing hell lord even try? Will he care if the next hands you fall into are even bloodier than mine?”
“Stop.” I turned away, refusing to let him see me cry. “Just... stop. You made your point.”
“Good.” A soft, barely there kiss brushed my shoulder. “I knew you would see things my way, sweet Charlie. You finally see that I’m a very good friend to have.”
Three Weeks Later
OR AT LEAST I THOUGHTthree weeks had passed.
There were no windows in Radu’s room, and there was no sun to rise and fall through them even if there were. The only way for me to keep time were the three meals a day, four bathroom breaks, shower, and, oh yeah, the feedings. Radu fed from me every two days, on the dot, without fail.
And that wasn’t the only thing he did every two days.
“Ah,” I moaned, eyes rolling up in my head. “Ah!”
Radu fed from my thigh, his orbs black as night as grunts of ecstasy poured from him. You’d have thought he was drinking the world’s finest wine at eight hundred thousand dollars a bottle—savoring each priceless drop. But it seemed the man wasn’t selfish.
Determined for me to share in the pleasure, he had one hand gripping my thigh and holding it still, and the other one plunging in and out of my pussy.
I don’t know when it was decided that every feeding would be served with a side of orgasm, but I’d gotten one every two days for a total of eleven times—which put my count at a little over three weeks.
But to be fair, there could’ve been a bunch more times that I simply didn’t remember. For all my hazy, blood-deprived mindknew, it could’ve been three years since Radu brought me to this room.
A room where, as promised, I wasn’t chained or locked in. He wasn’t even with me for most of the day because he had classes to teach.
I could’ve walked out the door at any time. Sure, it wouldn’t be ideal if Radu outed me to all of hell. I couldn’t comprehend the target that would be on my back if he did, but as it was, more than a couple of attempts had been made on my life already, and Lucifer came through.
So it wasn’t losing my life I needed to worry about. No, my much bigger concern was the fact that three weeks had passed, and the red-eyed jerk hadn’t bothered to free me from the vampire’s lair.
He wasn’t coming.
No one was coming. The only way to get out of this place was to walk out the door, and that was something my weak, venom-drunk body refused to do.
Radu pressed downhardon my clit with his thumb while three other fingers continued working their magic.
I should’ve been fighting him. I should’ve been kicking, screaming, and trying to drive my dinner fork through his heart, but every time Radu fed from me, the very last thing on my mind was making him stop.
My body hummed and thrummed with new life. I felt everything a hundred times more keenly than before. I felt the silkworms spinning the cocoons that became the soft, cool sheets wrapping me in their embrace. The flickering candles seemed to burn twice as bright, and the shadows they cast were more vivid and real than the items creating them.
Dessert that night was dulce de leche cheesecake, and as impossible as it was, I swore I could taste each ingredient individually. The hot, boiled milk; the smooth cream cheese;the melted butter; the pure vanilla; and the whisked eggs. They each tickled the right taste buds, and then came together in a symphony of sweetness that was still delighting me an hour after I’d eaten.
Even my ears would’ve picked up every sound, if there was another sound to be heard other than our shared moans.
Radu picked up the pace, heightening my body temperature to the fever pitch. His cool fingers stretched me in all the right ways and places. I could feel each knuckle stroking my walls. I felt every goosebump pebbling my skin as he stroked that spot over, and over, and over, and ov—
“Ahhh!” I screamed, coming so hard black spots danced in my vision.
Radu stopped feeding with a wet, squelchypop. Flopping down next to me, my dearest kidnapping professor had the most satisfied smile on his face for as long as it took for me to smash my fist into his nose.
“Asshole!”
Santino burst out laughing.
“Don’t laugh at me, you prick!” I punched him again even though it was hurting me more than it was hurting him. “I told you to keep your hands off me when you’re feeding!”
“Did you?” The dead prick couldn’t sound any more smug. “Because I seem to recall you saying something more to the effect of—fuck me, Professor, please, please, fuck me and make me come.”
