His Captive Mortal – A Vampire Romance Read Online Renee Rose

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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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“Come, Aurelia. You and I both know you aren’t serious about that.”

I slide my fingers between her legs again, wiggling to get through her tightened thighs until the tip of one finger touched her slick entrance.

“Your kitty’s ripe for me,” I murmur, my voice sounding thick.

She lets out a shaky moan.

I screw one finger inside her, and she wriggles against me, wanting more.

“Beg me for it,” he said.

“No.”

“No?” I remove my fingers.

“Wait—”

“Ah,” I say with satisfaction. I wrap one arm around the front of her and splay my hand across her belly, bringing my lips to her ear. “What are you more afraid of, Aurelia? Enjoying it or giving in to me?”

Her legs buckle, as if her knees went weak. I hold her up and nip her ear. “You can let go of that pride, can’t you? Admit you want pleasure from your master?”

“Please—”

I flick her earlobe with my tongue. “Please satisfy me, Master? What would you like me to do?”

“I don’t know,” she whimpers.

I step back to give her another spank.

“Ooh!”

“You do know, but you’re too afraid to admit your desire.”

“No,” she insists, sounding stubborn.

“No?”

“No,” she repeats firmly.

I draw back to study her face. She lifts her chin. Her face is lit by her magic, fairy light illuminating her skin. She literally glows. It’s amazing she doesn’t see it.

What am I doing? Aurelia isn’t my lover. She’s a means to an end. I could seduce her, but with the curse still on me, there’s no point.

As soon as she lifts the curse, I’m gone. Anything else is a distraction—her hot body, her fearlessness, her pretty face. And I swore I’d never be distracted by a woman again.

“Get some sleep. You’ll need your strength in the morning.” And with that order, I release her wrists and disappear.

Aurelia

I lurch into the space where Charlie stood, but he’s already gone. My arms grab air.

Damn. I didn’t really want him to leave. Stop being an arrogant ass, yes. Pump the brakes on the dirty talk...maybe.

But he left.

I run a hand down my face and steady my shaky breath. My legs wobble as I head for my bed, and my sex pulses in time with my backside. Mechanically, I find my pajamas and pull them on with trembling hands.

Where did he go? Is he still in my apartment? Where does he always disappear to?

But the real question is: Why did I tell him to go? Why did I say no? I wanted him, I did want to know what came next. What kept me from admitting it?

I walk to my full length mirror and stare at my face as if it will tell me the answers. I hardly resemble myself. My eyes are wide and glassy, as if in some kind of stupor. My cheeks are flushed and my hair rumpled. I look like I had hot sex with a vampire. And I could’ve. I had my chance.

I let my forehead fall gently to the mirror, resisting the urge to bang it against the glass. Why. Did. I. Say. No.

Was it out of pride?

My pussy gives another pulse. I’d bet my last pair of panties Charlie would rock my world in bed. Any man—or...vampire—who gets me that wet just by sliding his finger between my legs would have to know how to make me scream in pleasure. One touch from Charlie is a million times better than a whole night with Wilson, my lazy ex-boyfriend who never lasted more than two minutes.

I flop down on my belly with one hand between my legs. My fingers press into my sex, trying to rub my clit the way Charlie did. My fingertips dance over my swollen folds, seeking the same pattern. I imagine him working himself over me, his hardened cock pressing my low back.

I push my mound against the heel of my hand, my fingers undulating over my sex, some hitting my clit, some slipping in and out of my entrance. Charlie wouldn’t ask, he’d just prop up my hips and slide in. He’d bang me from behind, sinking in balls-deep, punishing me with his cock. He’d hold my hips firmly, shoving in and out of me roughly, dominating me until I exploded.

I explode. My release makes my hips buck as I press all five fingers over my convulsing sex.

Is Charlie off somewhere, jacking off? He seemed as aroused as I was before he left. If he’s touching himself, is he thinking of me?

Or is there someone else?

Chapter 8

Charlie

I trace to Congress Street. Tucson bars close at two, so things are quiet, even in the heart of downtown. I’m in Lucius’ territory, and I should be lying low, but I can’t go back to Aurelia.

My cock literally throbs. I kick a bit of trash out of my path. But I did it to myself. Even if my little fairy let me go on, there’s no rest for the wicked. No coming for the carnivorous. No relief for the rabid. Not until Aurelia lifts the damn curse. When she does, I’ll fuck my Tinkerbell so hard her teeth will rattle.



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