All Chapters of Sugar Daddy Vampire: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The order was sharp, brooking no argument. Chloe’s fingers trembled as she reached for the laces of her night gown, her movements clumsy with nerves. The fabric whispered as it loosened, sliding down her shoulders in a slow, sensual surrender. She let it pool at her feet, stepping out of it with deliberate slowness, her bare skin prickling under the weight of his stare. Valerius watched her, his expression unreadable, but his fists clenched at his sides, the only betrayal of the restraint he was exercising. His gaze devoured her, the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips, the way her breasts rose and fell with each rapid breath. The light painted her in gold, highlighting every curve, every secret place his hands would soon claim. “Beautiful,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost reverent. Chloe’s breath caught. She had been called beautiful before, but never like this never with the weight of possession behind it. His fingertip traced the curve of her collarbone, a featherlig

Chloe stood in the dimly lit room, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. The air was thick with the scent of something metallic, like blood. Her hand pressed tightly against the bite mark on her neck, her fingers trembling as they grazed the tender, swollen flesh. Blood seeped through her fingertips, warm and sticky, a stark contrast to the cold fear that gripped her chest. She could feel the throbbing pulse of the wound, a relentless reminder of what had just happened. Her eyes, wide and frantic, locked onto Valerius as he moved closer, his presence filling the room like a storm cloud. Valerius’s eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, twin orbs of amber that seemed to pierce through the shadows. His movements were fluid, predatory, as if every step was calculated to unnerve her. His voice, low and commanding, cut through the silence. “You should know better than to think you could escape me,” he said, his tone laced with a mixture of amusement and menace. Chloe’s heart ha

Three weeks passed. Three weeks without a single word from Valerius. No visits, no texts, no phone calls. Nothing. It was as if he had vanished from her life, dissolved into smoke and shadows after that night of terror. At first, Chloe told herself it was a blessing. She needed space, time to think, time to breathe. She clung to that fragile hope, maybe he was gone for good, maybe the nightmare was over. But it wasn’t. Because her body betrayed her. Every night, the ache grew worse. Her skin hummed with restless heat, her lips burned with phantom kisses, and between her thighs, it was constant fire. It wasn’t natural. It wasn’t normal. She could barely concentrate during the day, and couldn’t sleep through the night. She missed him. God, she hated herself for it, but she craved him. The taste of his control. The way he took, the way he consumed her until she was nothing but trembling need in his hands. Her panties were constantly damp, and no amount of cold showers helped. Touch

Chloe’s blood turned to ice. She slammed the door shut in Noah’s stunned face, her pulse hammering so hard she thought her chest might split open. “Oh God… oh God, no…” she whispered, stumbling back. The vibrator slipped from her hand onto the floor, still humming faintly, mocking her. She killed the switch, shoved it deep inside the drawer, and pressed her palms to her flushed cheeks. Her body shook not with pleasure now, but with mortification. She yanked on the nearest robe, tying it so tight the fabric dug into her waist. Fingers trembling, she dragged her hair into a messy knot, trying to look composed, normal, anything but what he’d just seen. Forcing a breath, she went back to the door. When she opened it again, Noah was still there. His expression was unreadable, part shock, part disbelief, part… something else she couldn’t name. He stared at her like he had walked straight into a nightmare. Chloe swallowed hard, clutching the edge of the door. “What are you doing he

The penthouse was unusually quiet without Zoe’s chatter filling the rooms. Chloe lingered in the living room, aimlessly scrolling through her phone, her nerves prickling with that constant, gnawing absence, a month now and still no word from Valerius. She kept telling herself not to care, but her body betrayed her, aching with a hunger she didn’t want to name. The sudden buzz of the intercom jolted her upright. Heart racing, she crossed to the panel, pressed the button. “Yes?” “Ms. Bennett,” a male voice said, crisp and professional. “I’m here to deliver the files and documentation regarding your new business. Everything has been prepared. It’s a gift from Mr. Valerius.” Chloe’s breath caught. A gift? Another one? Her finger hovered over the release button before she pressed it, unlocking the door. Moments later, a tall man in a tailored suit stepped into the foyer, carrying a sleek leather briefcase. He looked more like a corporate lawyer than a deliveryman. “Good afternoon, Ms