Filthy Rich Vampires Book 4 Novels & Stories

The foul stench of rotten blood wafted from his mouth, almost causing me to retch. Realizing that time was running out, I knew I had to act swiftly, or I would become their next meal. Another vampire examined me, scrutinizing my figure on the ground. He grabbed my wrist, sniffing it deeply. "Hmmm... You're right, Durcam. She does smell delicious. But her blood has a peculiar scent, wouldn't you agree?" Then the four stinky vampires proceeded to sniff my body like perverts, I swallowed the bile in my throat and my vision rapidly blurred with tears as I resisted the urge to throw up every content of my stomach.

SERAPHINA Another orgasm crashes into me, desire taking ahold of my body as I twitch and shudder, my head tipped back once more as I stare sightlessly at the night sky. Dorian drinks from my nipples in long pulls, groaning his pleasure from the disturbingly erotic action. I’m fucking a vampire who just kidnapped me from my home, riding him shamelessly under the starlit sky while he drinks my blood from my nipple. While I may be wild, I’ve never done anything this wild.

“Lead the way.” The acrid stench in the room assaulted my sensibilities long before my eyes settled on the dozens of beds lined up along the walls. Each bed held a vampire whose putrid, decaying flesh was peeling away from his or her body in large sections. Puss oozed from open sores on their arms and legs. I’d never encountered such a raunchy, disgusting condition on a body; human or supernatural. “This looks worse than zombism, if that’s possible,” I said; more to myself than to her.

She was completely ruined with her neck covered in hickeys that were hurting, her eyes swollen, no clothes on, and her naked body wrapped up in a white sheet that had blood spots and splashes in the middle—her virginity blood—she looked dirty. She felt dirty. Emma's eyes welled up with more tears. The reality of her life was brutal and gut-wrenching. She had been naively waiting for the perfect person, someone she could wholeheartedly love and trust. And this is what she got. A monster. A fucking beast. Even though she didn't fight him when he was destroying her, he still manhandled her. His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth.

Only the middle-aged female called Marcy Underwood remained chained to his bed. The 450 year old vampire was smitten with the well-preserved sensuality of the conservative businesswoman. She had proven most receptive to his anal impalements and her blood was so pure that it was almost like the delicate taste of an untouched virgin. He stroked her beautiful long silky hair resting with exotic temptation on her hauntingly white unblemished skin.

“You have no right to be angry after what you did to me!” Henry writhed and screamed as Etana’s blood burned his lips and the skin around them. Etana held his face with her hand, pressing her fingers into his cheek. After tormenting him to her satisfaction, she pushed him backward until he fell. “Take these vampires away,” Etana commanded her followers. She lifted one leg and dropped her shoe heel onto Henry’s stomach. “Except him. Leave him here.” *

NEXT MORNING ★★★BLOODY SINNERS★★★ Vlad walked into the mansion, his steps heavy and deliberate as he headed straight to his chambers. He knew that without his explicit permission, no one was allowed to enter his chambers, meaning the slave, April, was still lying there. As soon as he entered, the sight of her unconscious in a pool of her own blood made his heart skip a beat. He brushed off the feeling and quickly bent down to lift her into his arms. For the first time in his life, he was carrying a woman, let alone a slave.

How had I selected such a large amount without even noticing? As Lucian came back to my side, I fought back the urge to take more. I already have more than enough. I turned my back to the shelf to resist the temptation, but that was easier said than done, since the wall on the opposite side was also lined with shelves full of books. How did vampires have such a wealthy and insane amount of knowledge? "So you're finally done?" Lucian asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I blushed and looked away, nodding in the process.

Let him feel the shame of his actions, for they truly were shameful. “I didn’t know I’d fall in love with you,” he said sheepishly. “At the time, you were just a girl with a use.” “That makes it okay?” I asked incredulously. “That vampire king you married me off to practically ripped me in half while you, Sybil, and a bunch of strangers looked on. As if the shame I suffered from your friend Abigail’s drug induced creepy lesbian preparation ritual wasn’t enough.” My chest heaved with emotion. “So, now you want to know how I am? My abdomen is tender as hell, my crotch is numb, and my heart is crushed. That’s how I am.”

Vanessa leaned towards Victoria in a motion of hugging her and whispered in her ears. "I am talking about Emerald, the Queen of vampires. In nome di Dio Alaric, Ordino a Emerald di svegliarsi (In the name of god Alaric, I order emerald to wake up.)" She whispered before she took out a small pouch from her back pocket and dropped it on the ground, resulting in the powder pouring over, and an exotic smell wafted through Victoria's nose, making her teeth hurt. Feeling a sudden pain shot in her body, she pushed Vanessa away from her, looking at her with confusion and anger.