บททั้งหมดของ The Vampire King's Obsession : บทที่ 261 - บทที่ 270

Christopher's POV "Let's go home," he whispered against my lips, and I smiled. "Which of the homes? We were living in the penthouse before that was cut short, and now we're back in the manor," I whispered, and he chuckled, resting his forehead against mine. "Well, you became a vampire, so everything changed," he responded, tracing his finger along my jawline. I pouted at him. "I really enjoyed staying at the penthouse," I whispered, and he smiled. "Really?" he asked as his fingers traced down to my collar. "Yeah, I mean, I love the manor, don't get me wrong. I love the manor when it's filled with people. It's like this huge family home. I enjoy that, but I like the penthouse because it's more personal, more private. I can see you," I explained and frowned slightly. "We have to stay away from the sunlight because of your sensitivity to the sun, and the manor provides that protection. The penthouse is more windows than anything." He sounded like he was mad at himself and

Christopher's POV "Where are we going?" I asked as we walked the streets at night. He’d insisted that we not take a car and just order an Uber. That was not only very surprising, but it was also very out of character for Dante. "It’s a surprise," he whispered, dragging me along from where we’d dropped off from the Uber to a salon. There was a guy cutting hair while some music played. "Hey, Player," he laughed, opening the door, and the man looked up at us and smiled. "You made an appointment months ago and you're finally making your way here?" he said in a rude tone, giving us a once over. "Oh, come on," he shuffled to me. "Such lush hair," he murmured to himself before giving Dante another stink eye. He pulled me along. "Hey, sweetie. You're quite as beautiful as your pictures," he smiled, dragging me to a chair and plopping me on it. "Are you gonna stand there or will you take a seat?" the man hissed at Dante. He seemed to have a personal vendetta against him,

Christopher's POV This was exhilarating the way Dante handled the whole situation. Now we were sitting right beside the dining old man. Dante had ordered another drink, and the old man was giving us a look that could kill. We'd not only badly bruised his ego, but we'd also annoyed him to the extent of leaving one restaurant and then followed him to another. I could only imagine just how much rage he was suppressing. It was absolutely hilarious, and I was trying my best not to fall over laughing at him. "Sunshine, what do you want to eat for dinner?" Dante whispered in my ear loud enough for the man to hear. I smiled and mused like I was trying to figure out what to say. I bit my lips and leaned in to whisper again, loud enough for the old fart to hear. "I don't know. I'm pretty hungry. Why don't you feed me that big cock of yours?" I asked in a sultry tone. That seemed to piss off the old man because he finally stood up in anger and pulled out his phone. He calle

Christopher's POVA surprise? The only surprise I wanted right now was a bed and some lube. Hell, I don't even need the lube that much.I could do with just the bed or maybe not even the bed.I could just get fucked in an alley.That was just how much need I needed it. It was driving me insane.We got into the Uber he’d ordered. I didn’t know where we were going and couldn’t even bring myself to care.As the driver drove us there, I couldn’t help but fiddle with my fingers. I had so much pent-up need and frustration and nowhere to put them.He reached for my hand and linked his fingers with mine, holding them in place. He lifted my hand that was interlocked with his and brought them to his lips, looking at me with complete and pure adoration.I couldn’t help but smile sheepishly at him. I felt very melty inside of me, and he knew the effect he had on me because he just continued to act like normal while I had to scramble to figure out how to act like a normal adult.The cab pulled in

Christopher's POVI laid on the bed, staring at him typing on his laptop. I knew I was being lazy, but like, I also didn't want to work.I just wanted to lay around. Plus, all my paperwork was up to date, so I didn't have to worry about all that.I had all the books up to date, so if I spent a day being lazy, it didn't matter, as long as I did my work well and submitted it when it was needed and didn’t make any mistakes that cost the company, I would be fine.Right?It didn't even matter anyway. I was fucking the boss, and for today, I would take my fucking-the-boss privilege and use it.Did it make me a little disgusting? Maybe, but honestly, I didn't care.There were a lot of things I just didn't care about.I don't know, ever since I got turned, I've gotten perspective, and now I just don't really care too much anymore.It was nice.I mean, not feeling shame for skipping work because I was fucking the boss.Before, I would be paranoid about what everyone was saying, and I would wor