Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97229 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Wow. Holy fuck.
I’ve never gobbled up a meal so quickly in my life.
Chapter Nine
I’d had so many fantasies, but none of them had prepared me for the excited but abject terror I felt as I climbed the stairs up to Hans’ bedroom. Every step made my heart pound faster. The reality dawning.
Hans was going to drink blood straight from my throat, and he was going to thrust his huge vampire cock inside me. That was the bottom line. Drink my blood and fuck me.
He was behind me with every step, close enough that I could feel the heat between us.
I was tempted to strike up an attempt at small talk to ease the tension, but I didn’t. I made my way in silence with the vampire at my back, the tension still building with every pounding heartbeat.
“It’s the door at the end of the landing,” he told me.
I saw it, looming tall. A monster of jet-black oak. Yes. Black oak. Or so I thought until I turned the handle. I had to shove it hard to get it to move, shunting it wide with my shoulder.
It was obvious why when I stepped inside. There was thick steel attached to the wood. A huge solid panel on massive hinges.
“Yes, it’s a heavy one,” Hans said. “You’ll get used to it in time.”
I’m sure my mouth was open in awe when I saw the full extent of the bedroom before me. The bed was huge, made up in magnificent black damask bedding with satin cushions. The rug at the side was thick and plush, in glorious black and gold swirls, and the chandelier was wrought iron, hanging low. There was a dark wooden desk, and a beautiful gold banker’s lamp, and antique bedside cabinets fit for a king.
“Wow,” I said, because no true words could do it justice.
“I’m glad you like it,” Hans said.
I jumped when he closed the door behind us. The thick steel bolts made tremendous clunks as he fastened them. There was no way we’d be getting out of here in a hurry.
And no way anyone would be getting in here in a hurry.
“That is true,” Hans said. “We are very security conscious. Both of people as well as sunlight.”
I looked around, trying to soak in every feature. There were old oil paintings – landscapes, and symbols I didn’t understand. And a crucifix. There was a crucifix on the wall above the bed.
“But wha–” I began.
“Not all of the legends are true,” he said. “That one is nothing but a fallacy.”
I looked around some more, admiring a bookshelf filled from floor to ceiling with leather bound tomes. There was a beautiful velvet-covered armchair sitting beside them.
I walked up to the bed, still trying to comprehend the fact I’d be sharing it with the creature watching me. It felt like a very honourable place to lose my virginity. The header and footer were made up of yet more thick bars of iron. Beautifully regal. I touched the bedding, doing my best to believe this was really happening to me.
“Oh yes,” Hans assured me. “It’s really happening to you.”
I gave him a meek little smile, then carried on past the bed to take a glimpse through a window at the street outside. The drapes around the glass were heavy black velvet to complement the bedding. It was when I stepped up closer to the sill that I realised just what was waiting behind them.
“As I said,” Hans told me. “We are very security conscious.”
The shutters behind the drapes were as heavy as the panel behind the door, with the same solid variety of bolts and latches.
“Let me get those,” Hans said.
He closed the shutters with a tug, the metal thumping hard as the glow of the street outside disappeared. He worked the bolts and the locks in a flash, and it was clear we were sealed in so tight it was like a bedroom tomb.
After the dark metal shutters came a blackout blind that pulled down from above, and still came the thick damask curtains on top. He did the same with the other large window as I watched him, and if I was claustrophobic, I’d have been a wreck in this place, no matter the size of it.
“Just as well you’re not.” Hans smiled. “We’re even more enclosed than you think we are right now, by the way.” He tapped the oak floor with a heel. “Under here is solid steel, and there are matching layers in the walls to box us in.”
“And in the ceiling?”
“Yes. In the ceiling, too.”
“So, we’re in a metal box?”
“Yes, effectively. No people, and no sunlight. They’d need an industrial team to get us out of this place.”
I looked around through fresh eyes. Surprisingly, the place didn’t feel all that eerie. I didn’t feel uncomfortable at the thought of being locked in a London City tomb, bolted in tight by steel panels all around me.