His Captive Mortal A Vampire Romance - Renee Rose Page 0,13

let sunlight in while I slept.”

Her shoulders lower and the fists unclench, as if my argument holds some merit with her. “Oh.”

I’m mildly surprised she’s acting so reasonably. She might be more easygoing than she lets on.

I head past her into the living room.

“Well, you might have just left a note or something instead,” she says, following.

I turn and lift my brows. “After what you tried to do to me last night?”

She bites her lip. “Well…”

“Well, what?”

She stares at the floor. Her shyness is adorable. “Did you give me the dreams?”

I remember the way she rocked her pelvis over my thigh when she woke and smile. I felt the dampness of her arousal through her shorts, and now, fully awake, I wish I helped her come. I can’t wait for a repeat of that scene. “What were you dreaming about, anyway?”

She flushes, and the smell of her arousal blooms, making me want to forget Operation Break My Curse and carry her off to the bed to ravish her naked body until she screams. Last night I tasted her lips. Now I want to taste between her legs.

“Nothing! I don’t know…”

I let her squirm a bit more under my scrutiny before confessing, ”I didn’t wish to wake you with my hammering, so I suggested you fall into sweet dreams...literally.”

She nibbles her lip as she digests that.

“Were they?”

“What?”

“Sweet?”

“Oh...um. Yeah.”

I can tell she’s torn between being pissed off about my manipulation and appreciating the gesture.

“Don’t do it again,” she says although she lacks conviction.

I ignore her, seating myself on her couch like I own it.

“Did you hear me? Vampire?”

“Charlie,” I correct her. “Charles Edward Holbrook, the third. Come over here.” I crook a finger.

I don’t expect her to come. She was all sweet defiance last night, but after a moment’s hesitation, she walks over to me.

I catch her hand and guide her over my lap. She goes willingly. Almost eagerly.

Interesting.

“Who gives the orders around here?” I ask softly.

I hear her swallow, the increased rate of her delicious heartbeat. “What?”

“I said, who gives the orders around here, you or I?”

She kicks up her chin, tossing her hair as she looks over her shoulder at me. I’m surprised she stayed in the position I put her. She must enjoy my games as much as I do. I’m certain of it when she dares to snap, “Go to hell.”

I chuckle and slap her ass pinning her wrists with my other hand. “I thought you didn’t curse, little mortal.”

She holds her breath like she’s waiting for more. I smack her other cheek then squeeze roughly. She has a full, juicy ass. I want to sink my cock between those cheeks and show her who her master is.

“Who says you get to give the orders?” Her voice is breathy, and it goes straight to my cock.

I spank her again. “It’s a given. Little mortal, you’re lower on the food chain.”

“Fork you!”

I love it that she doesn’t have a filthy mouth. It’s so damn cute.

I turn her around to face me and give her a taste of vampire strength, lifting her by the waist to sit her up on the arm of the couch. She blinks in surprise. I pull her shirt off over her head.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Even though she’s wearing a bra, she covers her breasts with one forearm.

“Every time you sass me, you will lose an article of clothing. You may earn it back by showing your subservience to me.”

“Are you forking kidding—wait,” she cries as I reach for her shorts. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, your royal highness.”

I hide my smile and purse my lips. “I think I’m going to go with sassy on that one,” I decree, grabbing her pink bra in between her breasts and lowering my head. I slice the fabric in two with my fangs and let it fall down her arms to the floor.

Her hands fly to cover her breasts, and she flushes with outrage. This time she seems to consider her words before she speaks. “You owe me a new bra,” she says sullenly.

Aw, I love it way too much when she pouts.

I lift a brow. “You may never get to wear a bra again at the rate you’re going.”

And my eternal case of blue balls will probably kill me.

She glowers.

I make a show of letting my eyes travel to the two pert breasts protruding from behind her hands. I let her see my hunger. “Do continue to defy me, little mortal,” I drawl.

She glances down at