His cold hand gently brushed my cheek as he turned my head to expose my neck. I flinched when his lips met my skin. "Relax," he murmured. "It will only hurt more if you are tense." I tried to steady my breathing just as his fangs sank into my neck. I gasped. But the sharp pain quickly melted into that same strange pleasure from before. The heat that flooded my entire body pooled in my groin. My teeth clamped down on my lower lip to stop myself from making any embarrassing sounds. But a soft moan escaped anyway. Jude pulled back slightly with blood—my blood—on his lips. "You seem to be enjoying this," he smirked before glancing down at my bulge. My face burned with shame as I realized then that I was hard. "It's not... I don't..." "Your body can't lie, Raymond." He leaned back and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "And neither does mine." *** All Raymond White wanted was a dream job, and he got a once-in-a-lifetime offer from the biggest company in the city. But he didn’t expect that it would come at a costly price—His blood, his body, and his sanity. His boss, Jude Perez, was no ordinary man—he was a vampire, and now that he had set his fangs in Raymond, he didn’t want to let go. Bound by a contract and a mystical pact, Raymond becomes Jude’s latest obsession, and Raymond is left to battle with the wave of arousal that comes with each bite, one that could only be quelled by the man he who stripped him of his freedom? Will Raymond resist the forbidden bond? Or will he succumb to Jude’s temptation?
view moreRAYMOND'S POV
I adjusted my tie for the hundredth time today while looking over my reflection in the glass doors of the elevator.
This was it—my big break.
It didn’t matter if I had ten rejections before this because I still had my hopes up.
Today was the day I would finally land a job.
And it just happened to be one of the biggest companies in the country.
I literally ran out of my part-time job as a cafe waiter immediately after I had gotten the email, and now I was headed to the CEO’s office for an interview.
Was I nervous? Hell yes, I was!
There were rumors that the CEO doesn’t personally interview new employees.
And in the cases that he did, no one had ever gotten accepted.
I flinched as I heard the indicating ding of the elevator, my heart thumping hard against my chest.
The doors slid open silently, ushering me into the pristine halls that led me to the CEO’s office.
His secretary, a tall, slim woman with a default smile on her face, welcomed me at the reception.
"I am here for the interview," I told her the moment I came in.
“Piece of advice, don’t look him in the eyes.” She tells me, and I swallow softly.
Don’t look into his eyes—got it.
I stood in front of the door with my gaze skimming over the gold-plated sign that read CEO in bold capital letters.
I took a deep breath and hit the intercom a little too hard.
A few seconds, which felt like hours to me, passed by before the door finally slid open.
I stepped into the sophisticated office while keeping my posture straight and my smile easy.
The CEO was seated with his back turned to me, facing the grand screen window that displayed the stunning city of Los Angeles.
He was on a phone call, and I hated to be the person on the other side of the line.
“You fucking idiot! I never said to post that video. I hate interviews, and you know that! Make sure it’s taken down before the end of the day, or else I’ll run you over with my car you dimwit! ”
What a great first impression.
If I was scared before, I am absolutely terrified now.
The call ended, and his chair swiveled around to face me.
I felt my heart skip a beat, my eyes widening in awe.
This man was stunning.
His raven dark hair was pulled into a neat, low bun, leaving a few strands to frame the lines of his smooth face.
His jawline was well-defined, with no hint of a beard in sight.
The soft rays of the sun did well on his tanned skin, and his prim suit looked tailor-made just for him.
A thin, jagged scar ran from his left brow, barely missing his eye and disappearing under his eyelid.
I couldn’t tell the color of his eyes out of fear of the warning that the secretary had kindly given me.
So instead, I kept my gaze trained on his lips, hearing him but not listening.
“Hey!” He snapped his fingers to get my attention with his brows that were slightly furrowed in annoyance.
Oh boy!
“Don’t waste my time.”
His words held a silent warning, and I couldn’t believe I was already fucking all of this up.
Taking a deep breath, I regained my composure and introduced myself.
“Good morning sir, my name is Raymond White. I’m here for the interview about the job offer.”
The CEO looked unimpressed, and I shifted uncomfortably in my spot as his eyes scanned me from head to toe.
Don’t look into his eyes. I remind myself. Don’t look into his eyes.
Shit.
Our eyes met, and my heart dropped to the pit of my stomach.
He had heterochromia.
His left eye was a deep green while his right was a bright shade of brown.
The CEO stood, his expression unreadable.
I stayed rooted in my spot as he approached me with slow yet deliberate steps, wondering what I could’ve possibly done wrong.
As he stood before me, my face flushed red in embarrassment.
And it felt hot all of a sudden.
The CEO tilted his head to the side in another round of silent observation, his hands tucked in his pockets.
Our height difference made his tall frame cast a shadow over my body.
I felt small in his presence, suffocated by the powerful aura he exuded.
Unable to take it any longer, I took a step back. But then he followed.
“Sir?” I continued to move away until my back pressed against the wall, leaving nowhere to run.
He pressed his hand beside the wall, caging me, while his other hand moved to grasp my chin.
What was happening?
I trembled, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip.
His gaze lowered to them, and an unknown emotion flickered in his mismatched eyes.
But it was gone before I could tell exactly what it was.
His grip on my chin tightened as he tilted my head to the side.
The air between us was getting thinner with each passing second.
My mind screamed at me to run, to push him away and get the hell out of this office.
But I couldn’t lift a finger.
I was paralyzed by the fear of losing the biggest opportunity in my life.
The CEO lowered his head, his breath tickling my throat.
I still as I felt his lips brush against my skin.
Then, without warning, his teeth sank into my neck.
A sharp sting struck me like lightning, and a strangled gasp escaped my lips.
It was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
A hot burning sensation that spread through my veins like wildfire.
My mind went blank, my eyes rolling to the back of my head as a surge of pleasure mixed with the pain.
The CEO pulled back with a smirk, his lips stained with a drop of red.
My face paled as I realized what it was.
Blood.
My blood.
He licked it away slowly, almost as if he was savoring the taste.
“Interesting.” He muttered, his mismatched eyes glinting with excitement.
My hands flew to my neck, chest heaving.
“W-what the hell was that?!”
“You’ll see.” He chuckled lightly, and just like that, he turned away, returning to his desk like nothing had happened. “You’re hired.”
I blinked once, then twice, struggling to process what he just said.
On cue, the door slid open, and I took it as an indication that the interview was over.
The CEO propped his elbow against his desk, his chin resting on his palm.
His smile came slowly, taunting.
“See you tomorrow, Raymond.”
Raymond’s POVIn no time, I was now back at the mansion.Getting here felt like a marathon through minefields—but getting in? That was a whole different game. I was running on adrenaline, fear, and sheer nerve, and every step I took carried the weight of one terrifying truth:If Jude caught me, I was dead.Not literally. But maybe emotionally. Mentally. Spiritually. Because he’d never trust me again.So yeah, to me? That felt just as bad.The taxi had dropped me two streets down from the estate wall. I didn’t want the car to pull up too close—these guards were trained to notice everything. New faces, unfamiliar sounds, headlights where they shouldn't be. Paranoia was part of the job, and tonight, it was my worst enemy.The side road I picked was barely a road at all—more like a dirt lane hugged by trees and overgrowth. I stuck to the edges, moving through the shadows, breathing shallowly. The moon was high but blocked by clouds, and for once, I was grateful.I approached the rear corn
Raymond’s POV"We are at the alley," the driver said, his voice low and casual, like he was pointing out a bus stop or a 24-hour diner.I leaned forward in the back seat and looked out the window.And there it was.The alley.Same cracked pavement. Same flickering streetlamp overhead that buzzed like a dying insect. Same rusted dumpster leaning against the graffiti-stained wall. Even the dark wet mark on the brick—blood or oil, I still didn’t know—was still there, like time hadn't dared touch this place.The exact spot I was attacked.The same alley where I should have died.Something clenched inside my chest. A deep, cold grip that slid between my ribs and squeezed. But I didn’t let it show. I couldn’t."Thanks," I said, pushing open the door."How much?" I asked as I stood halfway out, my foot on the cracked curb.The driver looked at the meter, then back at me. "Fifteen dollars."I reached into my pocket, pulled out a slightly crumpled twenty, and handed it to him. "Keep the change
Raymond’s POVI knew I had to be back before Jude got home.That thought pulsed in my head like a war drum. There was no excuse that could cover this if I failed. No clever line. No lie sharp enough to cut through Jude’s anger if he returned and found me missing. I’d seen what his rage looked like—and I had no intention of being on the receiving end.But I had to go.The letter burned in my memory, like it had branded itself on the inside of my skull: “Want to know more? MEET ME AT THE ALLEY BEHIND THE RESTAURANT WE MET THE OTHER DAY.”Someone had slipped it into the courtyard without being seen. Someone knew how to bypass Jude’s layers of security. That meant one of two things:1. They were powerful.2. They were desperate.Either way, I couldn’t ignore it.So now I was moving.Fast.The hallway was silent except for my footsteps, light and careful against the marble floor. I had waited until the guards changed shifts—the five-minute window when the old team handed off and the new on
Raymond's POV"Hey, what’s that?" one of the guards barked.My heart skipped.I turned slowly, swallowing the heat rising in my throat. One of the guards—Dren, the nosy one with the crooked nose and sharper eyes than most—was pointing toward me. Toward the envelope I still held in my hand.Shit."Nothing," I said quickly, trying to sound calm. Bored, even. "Just trash. Probably something blown in from the wind."He started moving.Too fast.Before I could think of what to do, the envelope shimmered. Just for a second. As if the ink inside it remembered its own magic.Then it was gone.Vanished.Right in my hand."What the hell?!" I whispered under my breath, blinking at my empty palm.Dren paused. His eyes narrowed."I saw something," he muttered. "What were you holding?""I told you. Nothing," I said, louder this time, sharper. "You must be seeing shit."Another guard walked up, one from the western courtyard rotation. "We all saw the flash."Now I was surrounded. Four of them. Eyes
Raymond's POVThree days.Three fucking days of lockdown.You ever felt like you're breathing in someone else’s breath? That’s what this place felt like now. Like every inch of air around me had been measured, every second I spent alone recorded and filed away.It wasn’t the mansion itself. The place was beautiful. Big. Imposing in that gothic way that made you forget how much it resembled a prison when it wanted to. It was the eyes. The constant fucking eyes.I couldn’t move without someone watching me. Someone reporting back. My guards didn’t even bother pretending anymore. They didn’t hide behind corners or shadows. They stood right there in the open. Stoic. Armed. Silent.Always fucking silent.The first day, I thought I could handle it. Okay, maybe Jude was being paranoid. I got jumped in the street, nearly bled out, and apparently triggered some apocalyptic bloodline bullshit. Maybe the guy had a reason to be jumpy. Fine.But by day three, I was crawling out of my own skin.They
Jude’s POVBefore I could say "Jack," I was already halfway down the drive, the wheels of my car spinning with fury, gravel spraying like shrapnel behind me. The gate opened with a hiss and a groan, and I didn’t bother waiting for it to finish swinging wide—I squeezed the car through like a man possessed. Because I was.I was losing it.The streets blurred past me, buildings folding into shadows, and streetlights flickering like they feared the storm I brought with me. The warehouse wasn’t far. A few turns, a bridge, a drop into the lower district where the Veil grew thin and the shadows liked to whisper.But I didn’t need shadows. I brought my own.I looked to the passenger seat. The leather bag sat there, plain black, smooth. No markings. But I knew what was inside. Tools. If you know, you know. The kind that don’t get sold in stores. The kind built by hand, bathed in salt and silver, enchanted with ancient agony.Torture tools.Not the kind you use to make someone scream. The kind
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