Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Not quite sure what Titus was implying, Carina met Marcus’s gaze. His eyebrows waggled as he pushed an echo of her earlier orgasm into her mind.
Oh! Instantly, Carina understood. Torn between being embarrassed by Titus’s sensual conquests and turned on by Marcus’s reminder, she searched for a way to change the subject.
Want a Carina? Titus called, lifting a glass for her.
She smiled at him for helping her out and headed for the bar.
No alcohol, Titus. Sober, the temptation is challenging. Marcus laid down the law, holding her in place.
What if I say I want a drink? Carina asked, rebelling.
Your Daddy will spank your bottom bright red. Or is that a reward? Titus suggested and laughed when he spotted her face turning that exact color.
“Does he know everything?” Carina hissed, speaking to Marcus directly to prevent Titus from hearing.
He’s a Daddy, Little girl. He knows and is teasing you because he’s jealous.
As Marcus’s thought finished, a wave of longing came from the bar before Titus clamped down his emotions. The bartender turned to interact with the crowd of flirting women and men clustered in front of his station at the bar. Suddenly, his comments didn’t embarrass her anymore. Faced with his fervent desire, she hoped he would find his Little and have a sliver of the happiness she’d discovered with her Daddy.
“Carina!” Karla appeared in front of her to wrap her arms around her waist. Karla’s neck loomed way too close to Carina’s mouth.
Thankfully, Marcus flooded Carina’s brain with extra control so she didn’t attack as her fangs descended. She sent a thankful glance at him as she tried to avoid hearing and seeing Karla’s jugular vein pulsing a wanton call for attention. Marcus pressed a hand to her lower back, silently warning her. Carina covered her lips as she greeted her friend. “Karla!”
“No way!” Karla crowed and tugged Carina’s hand away. “You’re wearing vampire teeth. Those are so realistic. They’re handing out cheap ones at the door. Wait. Check them out!
She grabbed something out of her purse and fitted it into her mouth. “Ta-dah!”
Carina stared at the plastic fangs now adorning her friend’s teeth. She giggled with happiness. Marcus had taken care of covering any lack of control she faced. “You look so scary! Does everyone have them?”
“They do. Come dance with me. Nightfall has created a vampire ball in here. The whole crowd is so excited. People are talking about coming in costume next time. I don’t think they’re ever going to escape the vampire allure that started tonight.”
“I bet the owners will be fine with that.” Carina glance over her shoulder at Marcus to get permission. When he nodded briefly, she turned back to Karla with a huge smile showcasing her new teeth. “Let’s go dance.”
Keep your eyes open. Run fast to the observation level if you feel your control slipping.
Yes, Daddy!
Almost drunk on the scent of blood pounding through the dancers’ veins, Carina raised her hands over her head as she enjoyed the addictive rhythm. Marcus’s growing arousal filled her awareness as she grooved to the music. Her body moved sensuously to the beat as she seduced him.
I’m so going to spank that ass.
Daringly, she turned her back to him and wiggled her assets just for him. Teasing him was definitely worth a red bottom.
Chapter
Twenty
Everyone had disappeared, leaving them alone in Nightfall. The gigantic spaces were quiet. No one lined up at the bar or shimmied on the dance floor. Shivers of apprehension zinged down her spine as they walked through the public areas.
Carina hadn’t ever noticed the dark doorway her Daddy had led her through. She lost track of their path as they progressed down a labyrinth of passages. This hallway was shrouded in shadows with ancient-looking runes drawn on the walls and ceiling. They smelled like blood. That couldn’t be. Right?
“Where are we going, Daddy? You’re not going to spank me here, are you?”
“After teasing me all evening, do you think you deserve to be punished?” Marcus asked.
Carina bit her bottom lip. “Probably. I’m sorry?” she apologized, hoping that would help whatever was going to happen.
“I’m glad. Press your hand to the glowing pad, Little girl. Do not remove it until you receive the sign.”
She looked at the lighted rectangle suspiciously. “Do I have to, Daddy?”
He didn’t answer but gestured to the pad. “I’m waiting, Carina.”
Lifting a shaky hand, Carina trusted Marcus would take care of her. That was his job as Daddy, wasn’t it? Gritting her teeth, she set her palm against the light. It heated under her hand after a split second, and a blinding flash lit the darkness. Refusing to give in to her fright, Carina kept her hand in place.
“Welcome, Carina, mate to Marcus.”
The sound flowed around her. Carina looked for a speaker but couldn’t locate one. The powerful voice sounded mystical. A shiver went down her spine. Carina understood something important was happening.