Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,2

am incredibly curious to see that body of yours. Show me.”

With the final two words the spell on my lips seemed to break. I took a gasp of air and felt his hand upon my body. As I looked down, I realized it wasn’t his hand, it was mine.

“What’s happening?!” I said, watching in horror as my thumbs slid the straps of my top down over my shoulders. My hands carried on moving of their own accord, thrusting my top down to my skirt. Before I could stop myself, they took my skirt down too, pushing it over my hips and letting both garments drop to the floor.

I was now standing before him in just my bra and panties. Fat. Curvy. Exposed. Stripping myself for a mob boss.

And I had no idea why I was playing along.

Some semblance of control seemed to come back over me. I covered myself with my hands and turned so I wasn’t facing him. I was scared and confused, and I wanted to know how he was doing this.

“What the hell is going on here?!” I demanded.

“I’m looking at a beautiful woman,” he said simply. “The woman I’m going to marry. The woman that is going to give me an heir.”

The words beat through the air as notes of dread, spoken with such utter confidence that they shook me to my core. “Excuse me? Marry? Heir?”

“I’ll spell it out for you,” he said, turning and walking to a bookshelf on the wall leading into the lounge. It was the bookshelf where I kept my bibles and religious studies. At the center there was a large cedar cross which was about the height of a small lamp. It was a confirmation gift from my parents, given to me when I was younger.

The Don stopped in front of this cross, held out his hand and then I heard the faintest hissing sound. I then saw smoke rising from his hand. He turned back to face me, and I saw a red band of burning skin across the center of his palm. My brow knotted as I fixated on the bizarre sight, which only got stranger as it rapidly started to heal.

“I don’t understand—” I began to say, but the words were cut short as he suddenly flashed across the apartment with enough speed to make me scream. He moved as a blur on the air. One second he was by the bookshelf, the next he was right in front of me.

“Are you getting there yet?” he said, his red eyes burning brightly as he grinned at me in a wicked manner. “I needed an invitation to step inside. I can control you with my voice. I’m not so fond of religious symbols—or silver. I possess speed and strength the likes of which you have never seen, I’m—”

“A vampire,” I said, finishing the thought for him.

Those perfect lips of his curled in the most wicked way. “I’m glad we got that out the way.”

“But—”

“We don’t exist. This can’t be real, this is just a dream, it isn’t happening.”

In another flash he moved on me, our bodies crushing together, and he took me in his arms and flew forward across the apartment. I hit the wall with a gentle thud and then he was kissing me.

The kiss was long, deep, and totally unexpected. My mouth opened up to him instantly, and I found myself hating how little fight I gave him. One of his hands was around the back of my head, his fingers threading through my long dark hair in a way that felt amazing.

The other was cupped gently over my panties.

Which appeared to be dripping wet.

It was over nearly as soon as it started. He broke away, looking like he had practically tore himself from me. With another flash he bolted to the other side of the kitchen and doubled over a counter, steeling his palms against the top.

His breathing was fast and deep.

“I’ve heard it all before, so spare me,” he said, his breath seeming to slow as he stood up again and faced me.

I was still reeling from the kiss. My heart was pounding, my nipples were hard, and I was undoubtedly wet for him.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

“There’s only one thing you need to understand,” he said calmly. “You have betrayed me, and marrying you is the only way you can begin to gain my trust back.”

I didn’t understand at first, but then the answer appeared to me.

“Because I can’t testify against