How many vampires do you know that rape their victims before killing them? Vampire Slut has begun stalking her latest victim, Human 42. He's a famous public figure, and appears on television and various other forms of media. He's sexy as hell, if one likes humans. Vampire Slut may have to "play with her food" before consuming him but why does Human 42 seem so different...
WARNING--this short story is 50 shades of HOT. Need a cigarette afterwards HOT! If you can't stand the heat, baby, you may not want to go into this kitchen!
Excerpt from the book: (For those 18 or Older Only)
I run my hands down my body, watching his eyes flare as they rivet to my fingers tweaking my nipples. I'm not doing it for him, though. I'm doing it because I like it.
My suspicions are playing out right in front of me. He's so hard he looks like a bruised grape. There's more blood in his cock than the rest of his body. He has to be my lifemate. Most vampires would do anything to find their lifemate, but I know this is all about controlling me.
I step towards him, my cunt so wet it's dripping down my legs. His eyes track one of the drops and I can't help but smirk at him. Tied to the bed and about to die, and he can't take his eyes off my body.
"Tell me you don't want it, and I'll just kill you and go away," I promise. I'm not lying, either.
"That's not a very good option," he tells me. "Either way, I die."
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