Dark Seduction (Vampire Royals of New York #2) - Sarah Piper Page 0,72
Not until you come for me.”
She caught his gaze, her eyes dark and glassy, defiance sparking in their coppery depths. But Charlotte was, as ever, eager to obey. With another desperate moan, she closed her eyes and slid her fingers inside, then back out, frantically circling her clit, harder, faster, faster still…
She came for him hard and wild, the blush spreading across her body like a sunset, chasing the waves of her orgasm until she was spent and panting, her body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat, her legs trembling, her heartbeat like a thunderstorm.
When she finally met his eyes again, Dorian growled, hungry and possessive. Fucking feral.
He’d never seen a sight so beautiful.
And she was his.
Right. Fucking. Now.
Chapter Twenty-Six
A deep, erotic growl rumbled through Dorian’s chest—Charley’s only warning before he blurred into her space, capturing her shoulders and pushing her onto her back.
He pinned her down on the backseat and kissed her mouth, her neck, her throat, her collarbone, his cock pressing hard against her thigh. Everything about the moment conspired to sweep her out to sea again, lost to those dark, dangerous currents she so craved.
Charley was drowning in him again, and she didn’t want it to end. The possessiveness in his gaze, the weight of his powerful, muscular body as he settled between her thighs, the teasing brush of his cock against her already aching pussy…
Hell yes. Yes to this. Yes to all of this…
“I can’t get enough of you, Charlotte,” he whispered, nipping her neck. “You’ve entranced me again, and I don’t even care. If this is nothing but a dark spell, may it never break.”
“It’s not a spell. It never was.” Charley reached for his shoulders and pushed off his suit jacket, desperate to feel his bare skin beneath her hands. She’d just started in on his shirt buttons when the limo hit a bump, jostling them both. Dorian fell forward, his chest briefly smothering her face before he righted himself again.
But it was too late.
That moment—however brief, however unintentional—changed everything.
The dam broke, and memories flooded her mind, making her sick and panicked.
She was no longer in the back of a limo with the vampire she’d fallen in love with. The one she knew, logically, would never hurt her.
She was in an old sedan outside an abandoned pizza joint on Long Island—a thin, scrappy child trapped by two impossibly strong men.
Don’t struggle, D’Amico bitch…
Fear gripped her chest. Her throat closed on a scream, and Charley thrashed her head back and forth, shoving hard against Dorian’s shoulders, desperate to escape.
To make it all go away.
“Charlotte?” Dorian stilled, his voice tight with concern. “What’s—”
“No! Stop! Stop!”
He backed off in a heartbeat, and Charley sat up and scooted to the far side of the seat, curling in on herself, squeezing her eyes shut to block it all out.
“Tell me what you need, love,” Dorian whispered, gently draping her in his suit jacket, careful not to crowd her.
Charley sucked in a deep, shuddering breath and slid her arms into the sleeves, willing his warmth to penetrate the sudden chill. She opened her eyes, and slowly, the limo came back into focus.
Outside, the city had already faded away, the highway a dark and comforting escape.
You’re safe, girl. Just a bad memory. Let it go.
“I’m okay,” she said, her voice thin and watery. “I just… I need a minute.”
Dorian backed off completely, giving her some much-needed space, though the air between them was thick with his obvious concern.
Charley’s hands and feet tingled with the leftover effects of the panic attack. She tried to slow her breathing. Her lungs ached, her throat burning with unshed tears.
God dammit. She was naked in the back of a limo, and instead of putting that nakedness to good use with her sexy, commanding, hot-as-fuck vampire, she was sitting there shivering, embarrassed, and pissed off—at herself, at those fucking animals who’d hurt her when she was a kid, at her father and uncle. She wanted her fucking life back. Yet every time she got a little closer, the past stomped right back into her heart and snatched it away.
Was this her eternal punishment? Would she always be a scared little girl inside, chasing after those big-girl dreams that would forever remain just out of reach?
“I’m sorry.” She finally turned to face him again. “For a split second I couldn’t breathe, and you were on top of me on the seat, and I just… My mind flashed