Once Bitten, Twice Dead - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,112

She might have bruises on her ass tomorrow from his grasping fingers, but it’d be worth every last little black and blue.

She let loose with a high-pitched groan as she came. It was a compromise between the scream she ruthlessly tamped down and the growl of pure animal delight at the way he took her. It seemed to spur him on. Xavier came with a gasping groan that echoed in her ears, a complement to the sound she’d made, only much deeper.

As he was much deeper. So deep inside her she didn’t quite know where she left off and he began. She felt the warmth of his come and gasped as the new sensations heightened her pleasure.

“Mon Dieu.” Xavier’s breathing went from ragged to under control a little faster than hers as he continued to stand between her thighs, his spent cock still held tight within her quaking body. “Baby, you’re going to be the death of me.” His eyes twinkled as she met his gaze.

A sudden, harsh movement behind Xavier caught her attention.

She tried to scream, but nothing made it past her paralyzed vocal cords before the butt end of a revolver smashed into Xavier’s temple from behind. He crumpled to the ground, pulling her off the counter as she scrambled to hold him upright. The floaty skirt of her short nightgown fluttered over her thighs as she stood, allowing her some modesty at least. She did her best to ignore the rivulets of come dripping down her inner thigh as she faced the threat in her kitchen.

“Leave him!” Sellars barked the order, waving his weapon in her direction. “You’re coming with me, Sarah. We’re going to take a little walk.”

Weighing her options, she realized she had none. She was the next thing to naked, and unarmed. Sellars kept a close watch on her movements. Anything she could have used for a weapon was well out of her reach.

“Stop dithering, woman! Out the back door. Do as I say.”

Sarah saw no alternative at the moment. She prayed silently that Xavier would wake up in time to help her. Or maybe outside she would find some opportunity to help herself. She’d been doing some gardening last week. Maybe she’d left a rake or shovel near enough to grab. She headed for the back door as slowly as she could. She had to buy time for Xavier to come around.

“Why are you doing this? You got the samples of my blood. You don’t need me anymore.”

“Au contraire, Sarah.” Sellars stuck the barrel of the gun into her ribs, prodding her down the steps and into her backyard. “You’re the prize sow I plan to show off to my buyers. The guinea pig they can cut and watch heal over and over again. You’re the proof in the pudding. I wasn’t about to leave you behind.”

Great. The plans Sellars had for her were even more disturbing than she’d imagined. She didn’t like this at all. Casting her eyes around furtively, she cursed herself for putting away all the gardening equipment. There wasn’t even a stray spade she could grab to try to defend herself.

Her property backed up to a small strip of pine trees, and the shape of the cul-de-sac she lived on prevented her neighbors from seeing into her backyard. When she’d bought the house, she’d thought it was a good feature. She valued her privacy. But right now, she’d kill for a nosy neighbor.

A fine mist hung in the air and crept along the ground. The unusual fog had been around the past several nights, giving every bush and tree branch a creepy aspect. Something moved in the woods ahead of her and she paused midstep. Had Sellars brought along more of his undead friends?

“Move, bitch.” Sellars prodded her again with the gun barrel and she dragged her fuzzy pink slippers off the concrete stairs and into the grass.

She shivered as the damp wisps of white drifted over her bare legs and under the high hem of her nightgown. She really wasn’t dressed for this, but then, what did one wear to an abduction at gunpoint, anyway? She stifled a laugh that was just this side of hysteria as Sellars walked her toward the small strip of woods at the rear of her property.

Across that small expanse of gloomy pine trees there was a road. It was a back road, and Sellars no doubt had a car stashed there, ready to take her wherever he wanted. The bastard.

“You should let