Dark Seduction (Vampire Royals of New York #2) - Sarah Piper Page 0,29

his eyes changed his whole face—a chilling, ominous mask she hardly even recognized.

“You think you could hurt me?” he whispered against her neck. “You think I would allow you—a mere human blip on the timeline of a vampire’s immortal eternity—to hurt me?”

“I… I don’t know.”

He dragged his mouth up the side of her neck, fangs grazing the skin just behind her ear, unleashing a flood of memories from last night.

The skin at her wrist warmed, the euphoria of that deep, penetrating bite rushing through her again, making her shudder.

Dorian pushed deeper inside, harder this time, his control starting to slip.

Her thighs trembled, her pussy clenching around him, her heart thundering, her body warring with her mind. She wanted so badly to give in, to let the explosion of pleasure burst forth, but she couldn’t disobey him. Not now.

It was their final time, just like he’d said. And she needed to make it last.

She clenched her teeth and beat back her desire, muscles trembling with the effort.

“Are you frightened, little prowler?” he groaned, those sharp fangs dangerously close to her artery.

“Not of you, Mr. Redthorne.” It was the barest whisper, but an honest one, and Charley forced herself to hold his punishing gaze, even though the words left her even more exposed than his hands. “I know you won’t hurt me.”

“You know nothing,” he growled, his skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat as his own pleasure built. “I’ve slaughtered foes for lesser offenses.”

Charlotte swallowed the tightness in her throat. She didn’t need him to elaborate; she’d witnessed it firsthand the night of the fundraiser, when he’d ripped out the heart of a vampire who’d threatened her.

He could do that, she reminded herself now. Rip out hearts, tear off heads, kill without hesitation or remorse. He was, as he’d warned her so many times before, an apex predator. And in his powerful hands, at the mercy of his bite, Charley could easily become his prey.

Especially after what she’d done.

Still, she wasn’t afraid.

Charley had spent her entire life around vicious, terrible men. Men who’d hurt women for pleasure, or because they were bored, or because they had some sick need to assert their power. She didn’t have to look any further than her own fucked-up family tree for an example.

But when it came to the vampire whose fangs grazed her flesh now, she trusted him. Completely and without question.

“You won’t hurt me,” she repeated, her confidence growing, her blood still singing for the rapturous bite those sharp fangs promised. “You wouldn’t.”

“Tell yourself all the pretty stories you wish.” He stilled behind her and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply, his cock heavy and thick inside her. “But pretty stories can only keep the nightmares at bay for so long.”

Still fisting her hair, he slid his other hand across the front of her hip and dipped down between her thighs. When he brushed her clit, she cried out, leaning back against the solid wall of his chest.

“How long, I wonder, can you hold out for me?” He nuzzled deeper into her hair and licked the back of her neck, his tongue a hot tease that sent tiny sparks skittering across her scalp. “I can feel it, Charlotte. You’re so tight, so close, you can barely breathe. All you want is for me to say the word. To order you to come. Isn’t that right?”

Despite the truth in his words, she did not want to give in now. To let him win.

But in so many ways—beautiful, impossible, dangerous ways—he already had.

She arched her hips, pulling him in deeper, another soft moan escaping.

Dorian growled behind her, and for a moment she feared he’d pull out completely—that he’d punish her for disobeying his commands by leaving her in this crazed, manic state of unfulfilled passion. Instead, he increased the pressure on her clit and rocked forward again, fucking her harder, the friction building, the heat making her gasp.

“Watch,” he demanded, pulling her hair. “Watch me make you come. And don’t make a fucking sound.”

She pressed her lips together, and he fucked her harder, his fingers slipping faster over her clit, his jaw tight as the pleasure rolled through him, rising unchecked on his face in the mirror.

Charley saw the precise moment his control finally unraveled. The look in his eyes turned feral, his lips curling back over his fangs as he slammed into her one last time and let out a primal growl, his body shuddering as he came inside her and finally