Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112849 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 564(@200wpm)___ 451(@250wpm)___ 376(@300wpm)
She’s got me there. I shrug lightly and come over to her, reaching for her hand and grasping it in mine. “I want them to be someplace safe,” I admit. “They’ll get the proper treatment at the school, and those who need to see them can see them. No point in having such things if you can’t share them with the world. Besides, I’m not the only one who donated. Richard Wagner donated his fair share.”
“Can I ask why you have all these rare artifacts and shit, or does that have something to do with you also not being just a teacher?” She pauses. “You’re not the real-life Indiana Jones, are you?”
How about the real-life Dracula?
I shake my head gently, giving her hand a squeeze. “I wish I were. No, I just happen to be a count.”
“A count?” she says measuredly. “Like, Count Chocula?”
Interesting that’s where her brain went. “Sure. Like Count Chocula.”
Honestly if she said Dracula, if she asked if I was a vampire, I don’t think I could lie to her. I think I would tell her the truth and she would believe it and the darkness in her veins would call to the darkness in mine.
What is it about this woman that I want to drag her down to hell with me?
“A count for what country?” she asks. “Where are you really from?”
“Perhaps that is an outdated word. I am a lord.”
Or perhaps that’s outdated too.
“So I can call you my lord?” she asks in an overly sweet voice, a heated look coming into her eyes.
Oh, this precious girl.
“I fucking insist that you do,” I tell her, grabbing her by the back of her neck and bringing her mouth to mine in a hard, bruising kiss. Her lips feel like they’re made of the softest velvet, her tongue deceptively innocent of the havoc it’s causing in my body as she kisses me back, a beautiful whimper escaping from her throat.
I had warned her I could be rough but from the way she is grabbing my shoulders, my back, her nails digging in through the fabric of my shirt, I know rough is how she likes it.
I place my lips at her neck and she stiffens for a second, a pulse of adrenaline spiking the air, the scent spicy. It’s like she’s afraid I’ll bite her…
Then it fades, replaced by the heady scent of her arousal and her hands are all over me, reaching down for a hard squeeze at my cock, making my toes curl and my hips buck forward.
“Fuck,” I growl against her neck, nipping at her skin for a moment, relishing the taste of her before licking up toward her ear.
My hands roughly skirt down her sides and I want to tear off her dress. I want to fuck her on the floor with her just this way, her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands gripping her hair. I want to see her tits bounce as I pound into her, but then I don’t want to stop. I want to fuck her until she can’t even walk. Until I pass out from exhaustion and then I have to have her again.
She’s a drug and I’m an addict on his first hit and this strange chemical reaction between us is only beginning.
I kiss her again, deeper this time, my hands gathering up the hem of her dress, sliding over her bare hips and I pause.
“What is it?” she asks as she pulls back slightly, already breathless.
“I think we left your underwear on the floor of the concert hall,” I tell her.
Her eyes go wide and I laugh. “Don’t worry. I’ll go early and retrieve it,” I assure her, trailing my lips back to her neck. I nip at her earlobe, going lower, right to the hollow above her collar bone, and breathe in deeply through my nose so it goes straight to my head. That sweet, sweet scent of her blood. I distract myself by slipping my fingers between her thighs. She’s so warm and gratuitously wet, achingly ready for me, and I slide my forefinger down over her clit. “Open for me,” I say and she does, her stance widening, and I slip two fingers inside her. She moans, her back arching, bearing down.
But I pull my fingers out and she lets out a soft whimper of disappointment at their absence.
“What?” she asks, staring at me with need. “You can touch me.”
I will do more than touch you, I think.
“You know you’re mine now,” I whisper, licking at the shell of her ear as I caress her with my fingers again. “I told you last night that there was no turning back and I meant it.”
“Yes, my lord,” she purrs.
Fuck, I love that. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her, plunging my fingers back inside her. “And what else will you do for your lord?”