that, if they were alive to speak.
Whenever his former flame was near, he had a habit of doing things he’d later
regret.
Tonight,
Pierre
felt like a voyeur once again. He gawked at the female vampire as she shackled
her disobedient sub to the wall, then beat him with a whip, and stole his
precious blood. It reminded him of years passed, when he and Anaïs would roam
the streets of
Paris
in search of willing prey. Even then, he’d loved to watch her seduce helpless
human victims. More than a century later, it was still the biggest turn on of
his life.
Yet at the same time, seeing Anaïs screw another
man’s brains out made jealousy and rage bubble up inside of him. His blood
boiled and his eyes narrowed as their color shifted from deep brown to crimson
red.
Pierre
wanted to wrench Oliver Polinski by his chains, then sink his fangs into his pulsing
jugular and end his miserable life. The man didn’t deserve to live, not after
the insult he’d caused
Pierre
by toying with his mate. He intended to kill the bastard. But first, he needed
to get Anaïs alone somewhere; if he didn’t tie her up and fuck her senseless, then
another bloody, dismembered newborn would soon litter the
New York
streets.
How can I possibly get Anaïs alone when Polinski
won’t let her out of his sight?
Suddenly,
Pierre
had an idea. Flagging down the waitress who nudged her way through through the
crowd serving blood out of test tubes, he flashed the petite brunette a sexy half-grin.
He was handsome and irresistible, he knew. With his dark eyes and obsidian
locks tied back with a simple leather strap, the young female vampire doling
out drinks couldn’t turn him down, no matter how hard she tried.
“Can I get you anything, sweetie?” the woman
asked, batting her eyelashes at him flirtatiously.
Pierre
’s grin widened, turning into a full-blown smile. His hand snaked
out and wrapped around to squeeze her plump ass cheek. “I’ll take two of
those,” he said as his eyebrows rose in expectation. He’d carefully chosen his
words so that the waitress wasn’t sure if he referred to her derrière or the
vials of blood she held. Then he set a hundred dollar bill on the tray she
balanced in the center of her palm. “But I’ll need another favor first.”
“Sure. I’m yours to command.” Her eyes widened
in surprise as she focused on the generous tip he’d left her.
“There’s a man near the bar dressed as a sub.
He’s got a cell phone in the back pocket of his jeans.”
Pierre
pointed in Oliver’s direction. A few
minutes earlier, he’d spied Anaïs and two other women headed toward the ladies’
room. It was either now or never. “I need that phone, but you’ll have to be
discreet. He’s here with some fairly shrewd vamps.”
“Watch this,” the waitress said with a wink.
Moving through the mass of sweaty, sex soaked bodies, she gently bumped people
out of her path. “Excuse me. Excuse me,”
Pierre
heard her say.
From
Pierre
’s location in the
rear right-hand corner of the club, he could see the entire exchange. The
cocktail server smiled as she approached the two men hovered over the small
round table enjoying a round of drinks; one of them held a glass filled with
what appeared to be whiskey while the other downed a shot of plasma.
With the skill of a master thief, the woman
pawned the cell phone out of Oliver’s back pocket, apologizing profusely for knocking
into him and spilling a drink onto his bare back. She slipped the phone into
the apron tied to her waist, then grabbed a handful of napkins to wipe away the
red streak dripping down his spine before continuing on her way.
Well done. Well done indeed,
Pierre
thought to himself. The only thing
left to do was prepare the room where he’d carry out Anaïs’s much anticipated
torture.
Chapter Thirteen
The Cooling Off Period
Anaïs followed the twins into the ladies room.
While they both used the facilities, she, on the other hand, hugged
Whenever his former flame was near, he had a habit of doing things he’d later
regret.
Tonight,
Pierre
felt like a voyeur once again. He gawked at the female vampire as she shackled
her disobedient sub to the wall, then beat him with a whip, and stole his
precious blood. It reminded him of years passed, when he and Anaïs would roam
the streets of
Paris
in search of willing prey. Even then, he’d loved to watch her seduce helpless
human victims. More than a century later, it was still the biggest turn on of
his life.
Yet at the same time, seeing Anaïs screw another
man’s brains out made jealousy and rage bubble up inside of him. His blood
boiled and his eyes narrowed as their color shifted from deep brown to crimson
red.
Pierre
wanted to wrench Oliver Polinski by his chains, then sink his fangs into his pulsing
jugular and end his miserable life. The man didn’t deserve to live, not after
the insult he’d caused
Pierre
by toying with his mate. He intended to kill the bastard. But first, he needed
to get Anaïs alone somewhere; if he didn’t tie her up and fuck her senseless, then
another bloody, dismembered newborn would soon litter the
New York
streets.
How can I possibly get Anaïs alone when Polinski
won’t let her out of his sight?
Suddenly,
Pierre
had an idea. Flagging down the waitress who nudged her way through through the
crowd serving blood out of test tubes, he flashed the petite brunette a sexy half-grin.
He was handsome and irresistible, he knew. With his dark eyes and obsidian
locks tied back with a simple leather strap, the young female vampire doling
out drinks couldn’t turn him down, no matter how hard she tried.
“Can I get you anything, sweetie?” the woman
asked, batting her eyelashes at him flirtatiously.
Pierre
’s grin widened, turning into a full-blown smile. His hand snaked
out and wrapped around to squeeze her plump ass cheek. “I’ll take two of
those,” he said as his eyebrows rose in expectation. He’d carefully chosen his
words so that the waitress wasn’t sure if he referred to her derrière or the
vials of blood she held. Then he set a hundred dollar bill on the tray she
balanced in the center of her palm. “But I’ll need another favor first.”
“Sure. I’m yours to command.” Her eyes widened
in surprise as she focused on the generous tip he’d left her.
“There’s a man near the bar dressed as a sub.
He’s got a cell phone in the back pocket of his jeans.”
Pierre
pointed in Oliver’s direction. A few
minutes earlier, he’d spied Anaïs and two other women headed toward the ladies’
room. It was either now or never. “I need that phone, but you’ll have to be
discreet. He’s here with some fairly shrewd vamps.”
“Watch this,” the waitress said with a wink.
Moving through the mass of sweaty, sex soaked bodies, she gently bumped people
out of her path. “Excuse me. Excuse me,”
Pierre
heard her say.
From
Pierre
’s location in the
rear right-hand corner of the club, he could see the entire exchange. The
cocktail server smiled as she approached the two men hovered over the small
round table enjoying a round of drinks; one of them held a glass filled with
what appeared to be whiskey while the other downed a shot of plasma.
With the skill of a master thief, the woman
pawned the cell phone out of Oliver’s back pocket, apologizing profusely for knocking
into him and spilling a drink onto his bare back. She slipped the phone into
the apron tied to her waist, then grabbed a handful of napkins to wipe away the
red streak dripping down his spine before continuing on her way.
Well done. Well done indeed,
Pierre
thought to himself. The only thing
left to do was prepare the room where he’d carry out Anaïs’s much anticipated
torture.
Chapter Thirteen
The Cooling Off Period
Anaïs followed the twins into the ladies room.
While they both used the facilities, she, on the other hand, hugged
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