Chapter 47. Mr Vampire Fucks Latino Maid

Francesa woke up sore between her thighs. She stretched, yawned loud like a cat, and mumbled in Spanish,

“Dios mío… ese vampiro tiene una pinga gigante…”

She rubbed her eyes, remembering every filthy second from last night. The way he bent her over, the way he bit her, the way his cock didn’t stop.

But wait—he told her to forget.

She smirked.

“Ha! That shit no work on me. I no forget nada.”

She threw on a wrinkled maid uniform and shuffled barefoot into the courtyard. Elijah was already outside, lounging in a chair, legs crossed, a thick book in his pale hands.

He looked like a painting—cold, handsome, untouchable.

Francesa planted her hands on her hips.

“So… good morning, jefe. You sleep good? Or maybe you no sleep, you only fuck, hm?”

Elijah’s eyes lifted from the book, flat and bored.

“Did you say something, maid?”

She blinked. He wasn’t even fazed.

He really thought his hypnotism worked.

“Eh… nada, boss. Only ‘good morning.’” She forced a smile, biting her lip. Ay, he think I forg