The Vampire's Kiss (4 page)

Her guess was correct. “I am no one’s slave.” Polly turned her back on him in defiance. She would play this her way or not at all.

Aran laughed at her words. “Face me, woman.”

“No, I have no need for conversation with you.” She picked up her embroidery basket, which sat beside her bed. She employed herself with this when she could not sleep.

“Polly. Turn around.”

“I have no time for you. I’m busy.” She gasped out loud when the heat of a solid, male body slammed into hers. His hands wound around her waist and pulled her back into him. “Let me go.” Her words were stilted and as calm as Polly could make them.
I will not
panic
. Fear was an emotion that could be turned back on you as a weapon. When he refused to free her, she kicked her bare foot back into his shin.
Oh, if only I had my boots on.
But she didn’t. Polly was dressed in her nightgown.

“If you want to make this harder than it has to be, then so be it, woman.”

Polly felt herself pushed forward and over the bed, her ass up and the man close behind her. “Do you think by raping me I’ll submit to your plans?” She felt the cool rush of her night air on her backside and thighs as her nightdress was thrown up.

Aran covered his body with hers. “This will not be rape,” he whispered into her ear.

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The warmth of his embrace made her shiver. Polly wanted to be repulsed, but she wasn’t. She wanted to fight him, but the urge to do so wasn’t there. That scared her more than the man.

When Polly felt his lips on the small of her back she froze. “What are you d-d-doing?” The gentle touch of his mouth on her skin made her hot all over.
Oh no, anything but this.
Polly wasn’t sure if she pushed back in an effort to dislodge him or to encourage him.

Either way, Aran was not deterred. He placed a long line of soft, sucking wet kisses down her back to her ass, his hands gently caressing the soft cheeks. “Open your legs.”

“No.” Oh, but she wanted to. It had been so very long since Polly had enjoyed a man between her thighs.
But I will not submit.

“You’re too stubborn for your own good.” His knee nudged between her thighs and parted them. Aran knelt down between her legs and started to tongue her clit.

Polly choked and gripped the bedding. This was torture of the most pleasurable kind. How smart of him to know that this would get to her more than a beating. “Stop it,” she whimpered, her words weak with need.

Aran didn’t answer. He continued to lick and suck her.

When one long finger penetrated her cunt, Polly jerked forward.

Every spell to deter or wound a man became jumbled in her mind.

How could she concentrate on ridding herself of him when he was taking her with a sweet insistence that answered the needs of her body and soul?

“Please don’t do this to me.”

Aran paid no attention to her pleas. He licked from her anus to her clit and back again, his finger thrusting inside her body.

Polly was helpless under his mouth and touch. As much as she wanted him gone, she wanted him inside her and that scared her.

Once inside, Polly knew she would be doomed.

He lifted his head. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Never.” She jumped as the hand slapped down hard on her butt.

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“You will be mine. You will do as I command.”

“Fuck off.” Her words were greeted by another swift volley of slaps. The stinging pain made her crave more from him. She wanted his touch, the pain, his cock. It was humiliating yet exciting for Polly.

She pushed her ass out for more.

Aran chuckled. “You’re enjoying this.” He spanked her again and again. “Tell me what you want.”

“No.”

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

Yes.
“Go fuck yourself.”

“I think you need to be taught a lesson, woman.” Aran raised himself up and moved close to her ass.

Polly knew what would happen next. She needed it to happen. The thought of being taken from behind by a dominant partner excited her more than it appalled her. As his dick thrust inside her soaked cunt, she cried out his name.

“Soon it will always be like this for us, Polly my love.”

The sound of his balls slapping against her ass and the heat of his thrust had Polly panting in need as she tried to take more of his cock inside her. “I hate you.”

Aran leaned in close to her neck. “You hate so delightfully.” His tongue licked the side of her neck.

“No.” She knew what he wanted to do. Sex and blood-letting were one and the same to a vampire. “I will not allow it.”
If I do I will
always be yours.

“Yes, you will, Polly. I will take you and make you mine.” Aran’s cock slowed its pace as his mouth fastened on her neck.

When his fangs pierced her throat, Polly knew she was doomed to serve him. “You bastard.” His response was to thrust and suck as hard as he could. To Polly it was like he was staking his claim on her and she was helpless to do anything but submit. When the orgasm hit, she bucked and pushed against him, milking every drop from his cock.

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Aran’s mouth left her neck and he turned her head to kiss him. Polly tasted her own blood on her lips and knew she was his.

* * * *

“Fucking bastard,” Polly muttered as her mind came back to the present. She cared not that he could hear her. Aran had not come to her since that night. Although once more trapped within the walls of the house, he had won. He had no reason to approach her, however, she could always feel him around, waiting and watching. Like now.

The fine hairs on the back of her neck rose. Polly knew Aran was near.

“I’m doing what you want. Now back off.”

Polly pushed her bleached blonde hair back from her face.

Normally her hair was brown, her eyes hazel, and her age thirty-four.

But these were not normal times, and she disguised herself to deflect Richard and Alaric’s attention from her.

“Those two vampires are as horny as goats.” She was not for them. “I belong to no one.” Polly liked the sound of defiance in her voice. It made her feel strong. That was, until the solid heat of a male body pressed against her. Every so often Aran did that as if to remind her he was there.

Like I could forget
.

She closed her eyes and sighed. Polly was annoyed with herself that she once more craved the feel of his cock inside her. She could not forget that feeling. Polly had taken no man since that night.

“Go away.” The lightest touch of what felt like a finger brushed her cheek. “I mean it. I will get those boys both married and then it’s over.”

That had been Aran’s plan. Why? Polly had no idea. It was in the letter that she had found the first time she had walked into Maverick House. Why marriage? From what little she knew of Aran, she

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doubted he was a romantic. He had taken her with passion, but there had been no love.

“The minute they are with those they love, I’m leaving. I want my life back.” Even as she said the words Polly knew it would never be as simple as that.

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Memphis sat up with a start and looked around her. The luxuriously appointed bedroom was foreign to her. She saw her discarded swimsuit on the floor.

She was naked. Memphis clutched at a sheet to cover herself.

“Okay, now what the hell happened?”

She had just come out of the deepest sleep of her life and her mind was fuzzy as she tried to remember. She looked once more at her swimsuit. A vision of gentle male hands came to her.

Richard. The vampire
.

“I had sex with a vampire.” Strangely, that didn’t sound as weird as it might have to Memphis. She touched the left side of her neck.

The small wound was tender but not painful.

“Crap! What the hell was I thinking?” She scrambled off the bed tugging the sheet with her. “Sex with immortals is bound to be wrong.

Great, of course, but wrong, wrong, wrong.” Memphis stumbled as she bent down to pick up the only clothes she had.

The door opened and Richard appeared. “Hello.”

Her eyes went instantly to the sexy vampire. Her heart beat madly as she felt a rush of wet heat between her legs. He was gorgeous. That was bad. In a good way. But still bad.
Very, very bad.

“Stay away from me!” Memphis wanted to get dressed and be gone before she had a chance to do something stupid.
Like have sex
with the luscious vampire again.

Richard took no notice of her words as he walked over to her.

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

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“’Scared I’ll touch you some more and you’ll like it?”

“Yes. I mean no. I mean—”
What the hell do I mean?
“I have to leave.” Yes, that sounded smart.
Flee. Run. Scarper.

“You can’t leave.”

Memphis hugged the sheet to her breasts. “You’re not the boss of me.”

“No.”

Oh.
That response was unexpected. “Well, let me go, then.”

“You have to kiss me.”

Memphis looked at his lips. They were infinitely kissable but something held her back. “Why?”

Richard smiled. “Because I need you to.”

His words held a sweet kind of desperation to them. Memphis almost believed the need to taste her was genuine but then her mind went back to his words at the pool. “If I kiss you now you get ownership of some house.” So much for wanting her. This was about real estate.

“This house.” Richard spread his arms wide. “Maverick House.”

“I don’t care if it’s a tin shack. I’m not kissing you.”
I do have my
pride
. Kissing someone for their own personal gain did not appeal to Memphis.

“Why not? Don’t you like me?” He moved closer to her.

She edged away. “No.”

“Okay, then. You do like me.” He shadowed her moves.

“I didn’t say that.” Memphis stumbled once more on the sheet trailing at her feet.

“So, kiss me, sweetheart.” He waved his hand, and his clothes disappeared.

He was beautiful. If there was ever a reason to throw herself into a man’s arms and be consumed by kisses, Richard was it. Memphis swallowed hard. “I’m picky who I kiss.”
Look him in the eyes. Keep it
above waist level woman.

“We had sex.”

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“Yes.”

“It was great.”

It had been fucking amazing
. “It was okay.”

Richard looked amused. “‘Okay?’ Oh, how badly you lie.” He leaned forward and pulled her to him. “Kiss me.”

“No.” Memphis tried to pull the sheet from out under her feet. In doing so she fell down onto the carpet. She rolled over and tried to get up.

But Richard was too quick for her. He dropped down onto Memphis, pinning her body under his.

“This is so uncomfortable.” And yet as she said the words, her thighs parted under him.

“Liar.” Richard slid between her legs.

Full, hot cock rested against her inner thigh. Memphis felt a rush of wet heat between her legs in anticipation of the first sweet thrust.

“I’m not having sex with you again.” It sounded lame to her own ears. She could, if she chose, fight him, claw at his face, and demand he get off her.
Yes, I certainly could do all those things.

“Okay,” Richard responded pleasantly, his fingers toying with her nipples.

“I mean it.”

“Sure you do.” His mouth moved to her neck and began nuzzling her.

Oh, he feels so good on top of me
. “Stop it.”

“Or what?” Richard’s teeth nipped at her neck.

“Or I’ll—er, well, um, this is wrong.” It had to be. This much naughty pleasure was bound to have a cost.

Richard lined up the head of his cock against her pussy lips.

“Does this feel wrong?”

In answer, Memphis arched her hips upwards without thinking. “I need to go home. I can’t keep having sex with you.”

This amused Richard “Why not?” He pushed just the head of his cock inside her cunt. “You want me.”

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Memphis wiggled against him to entice more of him inside her.

“Okay, I do, but it’s just because I haven’t had good sex before.” It was an educational experience for her.
Yeah, that’s it. I’m being
educated and everyone knows knowledge is power so…

“Just good sex?” Richard pulled his dick out.

Memphis whimpered at his withdrawal. “Pretty good sex.”

“Pretty good?” Richard started to lift off of Memphis.

She pulled him back down to cover her. “Okay, great sex.”

“Hmm,” he murmured sounding unconvinced.

“Fine. Fucking amazing sex that made me so hot I thought I’d pass out as I came.”

That made Richard smile. “Want to fuck some more, sweetheart?”

“Yes, for God’s sake, get inside me now.” Memphis sighed as the first thrust pushed into her body.

“You like that?” He began fucking her slow and deep.

“Harder.”

Richard looked down at her. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not made of spun sugar, vampire. Now fuck me hard.”

“You’re the boss.” He pulled out and slammed back inside her.

Memphis cried out in excitement, her hands cupping his ass and holding him close. She wanted to feel every inch of him on or in her.

“Like I’m the boss. You kidnap me and fuck me into submission.”

He smiled. “It’s been fun, though.”

Yeah, it had
. “The biting thing is interesting.” Memphis wanted to feel that again but she wasn’t sure how to ask. It wasn’t something that was the norm when it came to sex. Memphis wrapped her legs high around his waist.

“You just have to ask and I’ll do anything you want, Mem sweetheart.”

“Bite me.” Her words came out in a breathless rush. She was being fucked hard and fast. Just what she craved.
I want everything
this man can give me.