Ensnared (7 page)

“Do you want more?”

“
Please
.” I squeezed my eyes shut, my body tightening with every thrust of his finger.

I felt him moving down, his hands pushing my legs up to form a wide W. I looked down just in time to see his head disappear between my legs. And then there it was, his warm hot tongue flicking against the sensitive bud.

I screamed.

His tongue started to play with my clit, and I screamed once more. Again and again until I saw stars and it was so hard to breathe. When he started to suck on my clit, the same time his finger moved in and out of my pussy, my body began to shake. Something inside me was unfurling, something so strong and powerful, wracking my body—

My Master slid a second finger inside me, thrusting hard and deep just as he caught my clit between his teeth.

That unfurling force inside me burst, releasing a wave of pleasure so intense I was drowning in it. My body jerked with every gush of wetness flowing out of me. I clutched at him helplessly as I came, never imagining that an orgasm could feel this strong. This consuming. This beautiful.

As I drifted into a deep, heavy slumber, I thought I heard my Master whisper in my ears, “This is what I want you to remember when you feel alone, sweet pet. I will come back to you, I promise.”

Such tender words, too tender for a man as private as my Master to speak of.

When I woke up, my Master was gone.

When I woke up, I knew that the words weren’t a dream. My Master was worried about me. My Master
cared.
The thought had me swallowing. Even though he was as contrary as ever, I knew it was just a front, a way to keep himself apart.

He was a good man, my Master.

But then I saw what he had saved on my phone – a photo of him, naked and holding a piece of paper. A message was written on it—

My pet told me that if I gave her a hundred photos like this, she would be the happiest pet in the world.

I gritted my teeth. I take it back. He was
not
a good man, my Master.

Definitely not.

But somehow, I couldn’t make myself delete the photo in my phone.
 

A bad man, my Master, but he definitely knew how to not make his pet feel lonely.

A knock sounded on the door. “Lady Zari? I’ve been asked to remind you that classes are to start at seven in the morning. Do you need me to help you with anything?”

The words had me reaching for my robe. Today, a brand new chapter in my life would start. Alexandru and even my parents had risked many things to keep me alive, and it was a gift I was determined not to waste.

I glanced at the mirror mounted on the wall next to the bed and practiced smiling. I didn’t want anyone to think that I was so childish and unprofessional, pining away for my Master, even if it was true.

“Lady Zari?”

Tightening the robe’s sash around my waist, I called out, “Coming!”

A voice slipped inside my head, familiar and sly.
Coming? Are you really coming, pet? Does that mean you’re touching yourself?

I tripped on my way to the door.

The End

Watch out for Book 1: Beholden!

Sneak Peek:

Zari forgot her troubles soon enough when she heard a commotion at the edge of the courtyard, which was near one of the school’s main gates. There were lots of shouting, and the sense of urgency surrounding the men who came running into the courtyard was unmistakable.

They were carrying a stretcher with a bloodied and injured man on top of it, and one of them kept shouting “Ajuta” over and over.

She understood enough of the language now to recognize the word ‘help’ and Zari didn’t hesitate, hurrying towards the men. She kept one hand behind her, making sure that her skirt didn’t inch up and expose her cotton undies as she ran. The preppy uniform LSL insisted on was ridiculous, the way its buttoned-up top was so tight and its skirt so short.

When she reached the men, she asked, “May I be of assistance?”

“You’re human, aren’t you?” The one who appeared the leader asked, a desperate look on his face as he gestured for his men to lower the stretcher on the ground. “Are you Unclaimed? Lord Erou has lost a massive amount of blood, and he needs to feed right away. It’s the only way he can fight off the poison’s that entered his body.”

She was not Unclaimed, but—

Zari looked down at the man on the stretcher. He was extremely good-looking, she noted absently, but what made her swallow was how pale he looked. Vampires were extremely strong, and even that was putting it mildly. She could only imagine what this man had gone through in order to be near death.

“Miss? Could you tell me if—”

Zari wordlessly offered her wrist.

“Thank you,” the man said feelingly.

She expected him to use a knife or any other sharp object to slice her flesh, but instead he pulled her forward, and she found herself falling on top of the man on the stretcher.

A second later, she felt warm breath warming the side of her neck before fangs pierced her flesh.

In her mind, she heard Alexandru hiss in displeasure. Who dares taste my pet?

Beholden is now available!

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“Excuse me.” The guy on
her
table taking
her
seat was tall – enough for him to be almost the same height as she was even while seated. Maybe the fact would have been intimidating to others, but not her.
 

When he still didn’t turn around, she cleared her throat and said more loudly, “Excuse me!”

He turned slowly, his move screaming of reluctance, and it made Bobby grit her teeth. The glass of soya
milk on her tray slid a little to the left.
Drat.
“That’s my seat, mister,” Bobby said as she adjusted her hold on the tray. “So if you could please—” Bobby looked up and forgot the rest of what she had to say.

Bobby blinked.

Twice.

Thrice.

Beautiful
was her first thought.

Was it truly possible for anyone to be this beautiful? It didn’t seem fair. Midnight black hair and olive skin that spoke of a Mediterranean heritage as well as stormy blue eyes fringed with long dark lashes that she would personally kill for. He wore a simple white shirt and a rugged-looking pair of jeans, and he had what looked like a
griffin
tattoo wrapped around his arm.

When she didn’t say anything, he turned his back on her.

Beautiful…and rude!

Bobby’s temper snapped. “Excuse me,” she said again, this time between clenched teeth. Her arms were beginning to ache at the weight of the tray as well, making her even more annoyed.

What the hell was her problem?
The sound of the pissed-off voice had Leandro Christopoulos closing his eyes. This girl seemed to be more insistent than most. Or maybe it was because he was in America and people weren’t yet familiar with his moods. Back home, girls had known by his reputation that Leandro didn’t care to have his privacy interrupted unless he had given the signal for them to approach him. Otherwise, he was left alone – like he should be now.

“EXCUSE ME.”

The words and how the girl was practically hissing at him had Leandro incredulous. He turned around again and demanded curtly, “What do you want?” He just wanted this over with.
 

He looked at her more closely this time. Auburn hair that had him almost snorting.
Typical.
Flashing green eyes and an oval face that was flushed with anger. His gaze traveled down. Oversized buttoned-up blouse –
boyfriend shirt
was how his younger sister described it, if he remembered correctly – paired with regular jeans and flats.

She told him frostily, “You’re in my seat.”

He made a show of looking around and even checking the back of his chair. “I don’t see anything here that has your name on it.”

Bobby gasped, unable to believe someone so beautiful could be such an
ass
!
But she should have expected it
, she thought, teeth gnashing. Beautiful people were always like this. She really should have known better.

Juggling her tray because her arms were killing her already, “I left my book on the table so that people would know I reserved it.”

Following her gaze, Leandro saw that she had indeed left a book on the table – something he had failed to notice because he had been too distracted with his thoughts. Leandro rarely found himself in the wrong, and the fact that he was now didn’t sit well with him at all.

He said brusquely, “You may sit down on the other chair then.” He waved towards the vacant chair opposite him like a king bestowing a favor on a slave.

May? She may sit down?
Who the hell did he think he was? Fed up completely now, Bobby slammed the tray down on the table.
 
“Are you
dense
? I was here
first
so I have the right to kick you out of the chair.”

Leandro answered by slowly looking at the girl up and down. She was – what? Two inches over five feet? He was more than a foot taller than she was and probably double her weight. He said dismissively, “You can try.”

Why, the—

Without hesitation, Bobby kicked him in the shin.
Hard.

The sudden pain on his shin almost had Leandro cursing. His gaze snapped back to the girl, incredulity and rage lining his voice as he growled, “What was that for?”

“You have to ask?” she snapped back. He suddenly shot to his feet and Bobby almost took a step back. He really
was
tall. And
lethal.
There was an air of danger about him that she was only beginning to realize and the words
I take it back
hovered on her lips.
 

If this guy went berserk and Hulk-smashed everything in his sight, she was pretty sure she would be his first victim.

So say sorry,
her conscience urged.
You know you were rude first.

Bobby stubbornly pushed the thought away. Rude or not, she just couldn’t make herself say sorry. She was too proud to do it.
 

When the girl didn’t even say sorry and simply glared up at him mutinously, Leandro found himself experiencing a strong urge to pull her across his lap and put a stinging slap to her backside. Girls in his homeland were not like this. They knew their place, and it was to respect and serve the men in their life.

His gaze swiftly scanned their surroundings and saw that everyone inside the cafeteria was looking at them. He knew he had to leave the table. It galled him to admit that she had indeed “claimed” the table first, but Leandro knew it was true.

However, he did not intend to let her have the last word.

He gestured to the table. “It’s all yours.”

“It really is—”

Leandro stepped forward, held her by the nape, and closed his lips over hers.

She froze, shock rendering her immobile. When her lips instinctively parted in surprise, Leandro did not hesitate to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving in to brand her with his taste, making sure that she would never forget
him
and his kiss.