All Chapters of Bound to the vampire lord: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Argh, that’s a good boy.”I grunted, beads of sweat dripping down my chest as I pounded into the handsome stranger I’d dragged home for the night. We’d been at it like rabbits since sunset, and yet neither of us seemed willing to stop. I smacked his perfect, rounded ass, watching with satisfaction as it jiggled at the impact. His back arched beautifully, his body offering itself to me, making it easy for every thrust to slam right into his prostate.His loud moans filled the tiny hotel room, echoing off the walls, a soundtrack of pleasure that only spurred me harder. My grip on his hips tightened. My rhythm faltered into something messy, desperate. The heat between us was unbearable.“I’m cumming,” I managed to gasp, words breaking into a strangled moan.And then—The shrill sound of my phone cut through the air.For a moment, I ignored it, burying myself deeper, chasing the relief that was already clawing its way up my spine. My release hit me in a rush, blinding, leaving me trembli

I laughed. The sound was sharp, awkward, and too loud for the heavy silence pressing down on the room. But I had to force it out—because if I didn’t laugh, I’d scream.“So let me get this straight,” I said, leaning back against the chair as if I was sitting in some casual café, not tied down like a hostage. “My dad, who was just found dead in his house less than a day ago, somehow owed you money? And now you’re telling me I—” I gave a little shrug, grinning though my throat was tight—“belong to you? You realize how crazy that sounds, right? Sounds like the setup for a bad joke.”Perth didn’t flinch. He sat across from me, still and composed, his long fingers steepled, his piercing gray eyes locked onto mine with unnerving intensity. That stare was like ice water pouring over my skin, cold enough to seep all the way into my bones.I swallowed, keeping the grin alive even as fear drenched me from the inside out. It was like standing under a cold shower you couldn’t escape. My body was o

The church bells tolled like hollow echoes, each strike pulling me further into the pit inside my chest. I stood at the edge of the grave, black suit sharp as always, sunglasses hiding more than just tired eyes. People whispered behind me. Pity, shock, curiosity—they all sounded the same.Let them whisper. I’d always been good at giving them something to talk about.“Your father lived well,” the priest intoned.And died badly, I thought, lips quirking upward in a smile that felt paper-thin. My grip tightened around the single white rose in my hand. The police had called it suicide. But even now, standing over the coffin, watching dirt being shoveled in, it rang false in my head. My father hadn’t been a saint, but he hadn’t been a coward either.From the corner of my eye, I saw Kieran leaning against a tree. The vampire didn’t bother pretending to blend in. Blond hair catching the sun, green eyes half-lidded as if the whole affair was beneath him, hands tucked lazily in his coat pocket

The silence in the car pressed on me like a weight I couldn’t shake off. I sat stiff in the passenger seat, arms crossed, eyes glued to the blur of streetlights passing by outside. Kieran’s grip on the steering wheel was easy, loose, but his presence filled every inch of space. I could feel his eyes flick toward me now and then, sharp as needles even when he pretended not to care.The car ride stretched on in silence, but my thoughts weren’t on Kieran or even on the looming mansion I knew we were heading toward. They circled back to the man from the café. His face wouldn’t leave me. He hadn’t looked like a cop, not even close, and I knew most of my father’s colleagues. That man wasn’t one of them. So who was he? And what kind of business had he had with my father? The way he spoke to me, the way he looked at me—it was too sharp, too knowing. The encounter kept gnawing at me, filling every gap of quiet with questions I couldn’t answer. I let out a breath, long and shaky, and tried not

Perth’s hand tightened under my chin, his fingers cool but steady as he tilted my face side to side. His other hand brushed against the curve of my jaw, then traced lazily to my cheek, as though inspecting me like one might inspect something newly purchased. I tried to pull back, but my body wasn’t listening to me.He lowered his head, pressing his nose briefly into the crook of my neck, inhaling slowly, deeply, like he was taking in more than just air. The closeness made me stiffen, but I couldn’t move. He exhaled against my skin, then raised his head, his grey eyes fixed on me with something unreadable—contemplation, calculation.Then, without looking at me anymore, he turned to Kieran and the other man, Ramez.“Ramez,” Perth said smoothly, “prepare for the bonding ritual.”Ramez blinked, almost startled. “But sir, the compatibility results aren’t out yet. We—”“There’s no need to wait.” Perth’s voice was calm but edged with authority that allowed no question. “It’s a perfect match.