LOGINWhat does he mean by “Now, undress”?
Does he intend to have his way with me before sucking my blood? Jeez… why can’t he just get it over with instead of keeping me on tenterhooks? I grumbled inwardly, my heart pounding against my ribs. I had no idea where the sudden surge of courage came from. Before I could bite my tongue, the words slipped out. "Just finish me off at once!" I cried, my voice echoing through the room. What did I just utter?! Did I just fuel his rage and give him a reason to kill me on the spot? His crimson eyes suddenly blazed a terrifying shade of scarlet. “I-I… I-I’m s-s-so sorry,” I stammered, my voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to anger you.” Without a word, he began stalking toward me, his sharp fangs slowly descending from behind his lips. He pulled me closer until I was pressed against him, as though he was about to sink his fangs into my neck and drain every last drop of my blood. "I-I... I..." Then everything went black, and I fainted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I slowly fluttered my eyes open, only to notice that I was still alive. I immediately ran my trembling hands over every inch of my body, searching for any sign of a vampire bite, but to my utter disbelief, there wasn’t a single mark. Am I dreaming? I wondered, struggling to wrap my head around it. Before I could wrap my head around it, the door suddenly swung open. Zyren strode in, carrying a silver tray laden with a steaming plate of crispy golden fried chicken, creamy mashed potatoes, and a glass of fresh juice. “Good afternoon, little one. I brought you lunch,” he said, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “I’m not hungry,” I said. Not after what happened a few hours ago. He’s probably feeding me so I’ll taste even sweeter before he finally eats me, I thought to myself. “If you starve yourself, you’ll only be giving me the perfect opportunity to suck your blood and drain you dry. By then, you’ll be far too weak to put up a fight,” he said, a teasing grin tugging at the corners of his lips. I snatched the tray from his hands and immediately began devouring the food like a starving wolf, barely stopping to breathe between bites. He moved closer to me, gently patted my head, and smiled. "There you go, little one." He looks so calm... Does he genuinely care about me, or is he merely putting on an act? I murmured to myself, trying to read between the lines. I should just play along for now. Dead men tell no tales, and I have no intention of dying here. I'll survive first... then I'll figure out a way to escape this place. My train of thought was cut short by the sound of his voice. "What are you thinking about?" he asked, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Caught red-handed, I quickly masked my expression and simply shook my head. "Nothing," I muttered. He studied me for a brief moment, as though trying to read between the lines. "Ruby, I have business to attend to, and I won't be back until tonight," he said as he adjusted the cuffs of his shirt. Then his expression turned serious. "Stay indoors. Don't wander around the mansion. Curiosity killed the cat, and this place is far more dangerous than it looks," he warned, his tone leaving no room for argument. With that, he turned on his heel and walked out, leaving me alone with my racing thoughts. I waited for a few minutes before quietly tiptoeing outside, careful not to make a sound. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, I mumbled to myself. I strode through the winding corridors and broad hallways until I finally stepped outside. There, naked men and women flaunted their bodies without shame, flirting openly and teasing one another with every glance and gesture. I saw a tall woman with full breasts leaned back against a stone pillar, legs spread wide as a man knelt between them and licked her pussy in slow, deliberate strokes. Her fingers tangled in his hair while another woman stepped close and sucked on her nipples, drawing soft moans from her throat. I cautiously weaved my way between the two men facing each other, one gripping the other's cock and stroking it firmly while they kissed hard. A third person dropped to their knees right there on the grass and took the first man's length into their mouth, sucking with wet, eager sounds. “I kept my head down and my footsteps light, hoping to slip by unnoticed.” "Is this how vampires truly live their lives?" Do they have no shame at all? I murmured under my breath, shaking my head in disbelief. Further along the path, two men stood facing each other, one gripping the other's cock and stroking it firmly while they kissed hard. A third person dropped to their knees right there on the grass and took the first man's length into their mouth, sucking with wet, eager sounds. I passed a group of four—two women and two men—arranged in a loose circle in a pool. One woman rode a thick cock reverse, her ass bouncing with each thrust, while the man beside her fingered her clit. The second woman lay back with her legs over the shoulders of the remaining man, who fucked her steadily, his hips slapping against her thighs. Their eyes met mine as I walked by, and one of the women licked her lips in clear invitation. Eww!!!!!!! How the hell was that? I whispered under my breath. A short distance away, a man sat on the grass with a woman straddling his face, grinding her pussy against his tongue while she leaned forward to suck another man's cock. Saliva dripped down her chin as she took him deeper, her hips rolling in rhythm with the licks between her legs. Everywhere I looked, skin glistened under the sun, hands explored freely, and moans mixed with laughter. People changed partners without pause, some watching openly while others joined in. The air felt thick with the sounds and scents of sex happening in plain view. I couldn't care less about them. My mind was solely focused on one thing: finding a way out of this place before it was too late. “Hey, bitch.” A man with piercing blue eyes and an intense gaze stopped me in my tracks. His presence was intimidating enough to make my entire body stiffen. I froze like ice, unable to move. “Are you here for fun?” His voice cut through the noise around me. The man with piercing blue eyes stared at me with a confidence that made my instincts scream to run. Before I could step away, his hand settled around my waist, pulling me slightly closer. “You’re not one of us,” he murmured. “Your blood scent is different… much different, his eyes narrowed.” “You’re human, aren’t you?” “Ohhh…” He tilted his head, realization dawning in his expression. “You must be the boss’s new toy.” My stomach tightened at his words. “Fascinating,” he whispered, looking me over with curiosity. “A human inside our world… now that’s something I don’t see every day.” He revealed his fangs, making an attempt to sink them into my neck. I stood there trembling, my entire body frozen with fear, already whispering my final prayers as I prepared for the worst. But then— A voice cut through the air, making everyone and everything come to a standstill. “How dare you.”RUBY POV I was so happy when we had sex, and the way he didn’t even flinch when Isolde walked in on us — that got to me. I was embarrassed, sure, mortified even, but he didn’t care. I think Zyren forgot to lock the door, or maybe he just didn’t think to. Either way, none of that mattered to me. I don’t think I’m just a toy to him, or some warm body to pass the time with. I think he loves me — really loves me. What worries me is him getting hurt trying to protect me from his family. Something’s off there. I can feel it, even if I can’t put my finger on what exactly is going on. His phone buzzed on the nightstand beside me. I nudged him awake — he’d passed out cold, worn out from earlier. He glanced at the screen and hissed under his breath, then leaned over and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead before slipping out of the room to take the call-kind of suspicious though. ZYREN POV I went outside, making sure I was far enough that Ruby couldn’t hear me. I unlocked my phone — Isolde’
ZYREN I was fucking furious.But that didn’t stop my hips from rolling deep into my little one, slow and steady, keeping her stretched around me while Isolde stood there spitting her threats. Every time I pushed forward, her soft walls fluttered and tightened, a sweet little reminder that she was still mine even with another woman in the room demanding I throw her away.Isolde was actually threatening me. Raising her voice in *my* house, in *my* bedroom, as if she had any real power here. I had tolerated her for far too long. All because of my stupid father and that bastard son of his, Andrew—the two of them cornering me, trying to chain me to their little political games. They thought they could move pieces around the board without me noticing. They were wrong. I was always one step ahead. Always.And Ana… my twin. I knew she’d already heard every word spoken in this mansion tonight. She would make sure the right people found out. Including Andrew, if it served us.I thrust harder i
RUBY I watched him sleep. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, peaceful in a way that almost hurt to look at. The nightmare that had clawed at him earlier had finally loosened its grip. One arm rested above his head, the other low across his stomach. The soft glow of the bedside lamp traced gold along every hard line of his body—those arms strong enough to break a man without effort, the sharp cut of his jaw, the full mouth that looked almost soft in sleep. The old ache rose in my chest again. Everything he had endured at the hands of his family… I knew versions of it. The difference was that he had power. He could stand above them. I was still the powerless one, the ordinary girl Cecilia and my stepmother could grind under their heels whenever they pleased. My gaze drifted lower, lingering on the curve of his lips. God, those lips. And the rest of him—every inch of that body looked carved for sin. Heat pooled low in my belly, uninvited and relentless. *I wish h
ZYREN Some nights, the past didn't ask permission. It just walked in.The dream always started the same way — the cold first, then the smell of blood I hadn't wanted, then his voice, patient and amused, waiting for me on the other side of sleep like he'd never left at all.I was young again, small enough that the world still felt too big for me, standing over something I didn't want to look at, my hands shaking with a hunger I hadn't learned to control yet. And Andrew was there. He was always there, in every version of this memory my mind refused to let go of.I woke before it finished. I always did."Zyren." Ruby's voice, soft, pulling me back. "Hey."I opened my eyes too fast, breath sharp in my chest, and for one unguarded second I couldn't get the mask back up in time. I felt her see it — whatever was left on my face before I managed to smooth it into something calmer."Bad dream?" she asked, careful, like she already knew not to push too hard."I don't have those." The lie came
ZYREN I heard him before I saw them.Andrew's voice, easy and warm, the same voice he used on every woman who ever made the mistake of thinking he meant it. I was halfway down the hall when the words reached me, clear as anything.I love you. I'd do anything for you.Something in my chest went very still, and very cold.I don't remember deciding to move. One second I was standing at the top of the stairs, the next I was watching my own hand wrapped loosely around the banister like it was the only thing keeping me from doing something I couldn't take back.He was too close to her. That was the first thing I noticed. The second was the look on her face — not soft, not swooning, nothing close to what he probably wanted. Just tired. Wary. Like she'd heard this before and hadn't liked it the first time either.That should have made it easier to breathe. It didn't."Take your hand off her."I hadn't touched him yet, hadn't even raised my voice, but I felt the room shift the second I spoke —
RUBY Morning came softer than I expected.Zyren was still beside me, one arm slung over my waist like he had no plans of letting go anytime soon. For once, the house was quiet. No, Cecilia. No stepmother barking down the hall. No Isolde reminding everyone she existed.I let myself enjoy it. Ten whole minutes of peace felt like a luxury these days."You're staring," Zyren said, without even opening his eyes."I'm allowed to stare. You're in my bed.""Technically, it's my bed.""Not really," I said, and he laughed, low and rough with sleep, and pulled me closer.For a second, everything felt normal. Like we were just two people, not a vampire prince and the girl he kept on a leash. I could almost forget about the chain of cuffs still sitting in my drawer, waiting for the next time he decided I needed reminding of my place.Almost.Of course, it didn't last.A knock hit the door , it was sharp, impatient, the kind of knock that already knew it was interrupting something."Go away," Zyre







