The Unknown Mistress - An Erotica and Romance Paranormal/Historical Novella by Dorian Mayfair Page A

vampire smiled widely. “Because I can,” she said. “I enjoy games. As long as I come out on top.”
    Shivering, Jany closed her eyes and drew a shuddering breath. She had gambled with her sin and lost. Her world had spiralled out of control and catapulted her into this surreal situation, and she was here to stay, forever. The thought of leaving the baroness’s side filled her with agony.
    “You have a strong will,” the baroness noted as she studied Jany’s face. “And a fiery soul as well. But an intelligent woman like you will see reason. Forget the world in which you have lived, and remember only one thing: From now on, I am your law.”
    Transfixed by the baroness’s eyes, the naked truth filled Jany’s soul: She was in love with a vampire. A being of utter evil. Creatures from which other nightmares ran away. The baroness was darkness incarnate, and Jany was already prepared to kill to protect her. For a chance to share the vampire’s bed, she would do much more.
    But not all was lost. Deep inside Jany, a voice reminded her of the life she had led until this day.
    Remember all those women for whom you have lusted, the whisper said. Long autumns and endless springs, surrounded by men and women revelling in each other’s company behind curtains and in alleys. Nights when everyone shared their bodies with others, screaming with joy under the stars. Everyone but you.
    This is your revenge. Perhaps dread and wickedness will line your road, but at last, the pleasures of the flesh are yours for the taking. Even if you aren’t the one doing the taking.
    “I know,” Jany heard herself say. She swallowed and forced her voice to become steadier. “I am yours.”
    The vampire’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “You are a quick learner,” she said and smiled. “I can see in your eyes that you mean what you say. I have a task for you, but first things first. Dedication such as this must be rewarded. Turn over.”
    Still stunned from her climax, Jany did not understand what the baroness meant, but the maid gently pulled Jany back on top of her. Feeling the maid’s naked skin under her sparked the fire in Jany again, and she lifted her head to kiss the maid – but the maid put a finger over Jany’s lips and shook her head.
    “Only when she allows,” the maid whispered. “Remember that.”
    When Jany nodded slowly, the maid smiled and let Jany rest her head on her shoulder. Behind Jany, the baroness ran her hands along Jany’s back and then pushed Jany’s legs apart, slowly but firmly. Jany gasped in anticipation, but the maid wrapped her arms around Jany to keep her from moving.
    “Never say that I am ungrateful mistress,” the vampire said. “Consider this your first reward. Do as I say, and many more will follow.”
    The baroness shifted in the bed, and a moment later, Jany felt the tip of the woman’s tongue trace first the curve of her spine, then continue down between her buttocks.
    Within minutes, Jany was screaming in ferocious, unrestrained bliss again, but her cries were drowned out by the storm.
    *
     
    Pressing her scarf to her neck, Jany walked down the cold corridor, slowly making her way towards the wing where the witchfinder slept. She kept to the deepest shadows. No blood came from the wounds on her neck, but they were still visible. Walking was difficult; the baroness had left her almost unconscious before she had sent Jany on her mission. The castle was quiet, everyone asleep or huddling in their rooms out of fear of ungodly beasts prowling the grounds. Soon, though, the whole castle would be awake.
    And a man would be dead.
    The stories Jany had heard had been both right and wrong. Vampires defied description. Words were not enough to explain their magnetic radiance, their immense power or their astounding knowledge. Jany’s new mistress knew every secret of both body and soul. She was beautiful and terrifying, irresistible and lethal, loving and cruel. And Jany would never leave her