Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Usually? How many had he killed?
She tried to process what he was telling her. She wasn’t in a trance and that was a perceived complication. This lack of a trance could mean the memory of him after his drinking her blood and, err…sex he was worried that, what, that she’d reveal it? As if anyone would even believe her.
She shook her head, “Listen; here’s a plan B to consider. Why don’t you just blindfold me and take me outside, down the road, and then let me go. I won’t know where you had me.”
She swallowed and then continued, talking very quickly, “and I won’t tell anyone that I was abducted and held by a vampire. I don’t have to die. You don’t have to kill me.”
He stared at her thoughtfully.
“But,” she added, “Even if I did say anything, which I wouldn’t, but even if I did people would just think I’m crazy.” She laughed nervously, “Vampires? Cra-aazy” She threw her arms up in the air animatedly and then drew air circles around her ears, “No complications.”
He snickered, leaned back, giving her more space but not letting go of her hair, and then said, “No complications.” He pursed his lips and fingered the cleft on his chin with his index finger.
He really did have a very chiseled, rugged, sexy face.
Forget the face, Kyla! She exhaled, feeling hopeful.
“Nice sales technique,” he said.
“Survivor,” she replied, with conviction.
“Noted. But there’s a problem.” He leaned forward and started to pull that fist that held her hair toward him slowly so that she had no choice but to rise up until her back arched and she had to support herself on her elbows. He stopped when their mouths were just centimetres apart.
Kyla wished her heart would slow down. It was beating so wildly it was actually painful, bruising her chest, echoing in her ears.
She shook her head as if to ask, “What?”
He took a whiff of her hair on his fist and then in a sexy deep voice he said, “I’m dying to find out what a feisty little firecracker like you tastes like.”
He let go of her ponytail and she dropped back onto the pillows.
Her stomach clenched and her knees went to jelly. The scent coming off him was sweet, desserty, mouth-watering, and it washed over her. Her breath hitched and she decided that it was a good thing she was horizontal.
Wait, what? No; horizontal was bad, very bad.
She tried to rise up. He stopped her with a gentle push on her shoulder. How could she be so petrified and feel so, so… what? Turned on? Was his mesmerizing thing starting to work? Weren’t vampires inherently designed to have powers of seduction? This guy’s voice, his aroma, his demeanour…the whole package was laced with sex. What on earth was sexy, though, about biting her and then tasting her blood?
“You see,” he continued, “You’ve piqued my curiosity. I got a whiff of you and you smell delicious.”
She pushed ‘So do you’ out of her head --- well, tried to. She caught a whiff of jelly donuts or something, something with powdered sugar and berries. He must be messing with her senses. Plus she’d forgotten to eat today so she was probably just starving.
“So,” he moved forward and grabbed her hand, “We’ll see what happens” He rubbed his thumb across her fingers and then touched his lips and the tip of his tongue to the back of her hand. She felt fiery inside. His eyes were dancing with flirtatiousness; his hands were strong and warm. So were his lips. She frowned. Weren’t vampires supposed to be cold?
He continued, “So…we can do this the easy way or the hard way. You could co-operate or you could not co-operate and then…then I get to have some real fun.” He smiled, flashing fangs at her quickly. They quickly disappeared. He kissed her knuckle. She gasped and snatched her hand back.
He seemed suitably impressed with his ability to make her gasp.
“Either way,” he shrugged, “Same result. You see, delicious-smelling Kyla Spencer, you were brought to me tonight as a gift. It’s a special night. Kinda like an anniversary and it’s also my birthday. And I just got some big news. So there are a few reasons to celebrate. This…” his eyes swept over her, “is how I celebrate.” He was looking at her expectantly, a smile playing on his lips and a gleam in his eye.
“Uh, Happy Birthday,” she said after a long silence. It was almost a question.
He smiled, “Indeed. Thanks to you. And it’d be rude of me to refuse a gift that was chosen especially for me, don’t you think? So. Now. How’s this thing gonna go? Easy or hard?” He winked, looked slowly and hungrily up and down her body and then drummed his fingers on his cheek.