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'' I responded curiosity barreling in my throat. He just smiled a little and shook his head leaning deeper into his seat. I didn't know what to say next. The only thing that came into mind was the heat of passion that blazed between us. Was he feeling the same way? Three rapt knocks on the door sent my thoughts tumbling down. Christian's awed face peered through the door. ''I guess I'll leave now...'' I said in a haste, so glad Christian came in.

Reuel whispered, his hot breath hitting her face and neck before he returned to his seat. "It's nice meeting you, Elise," Azael added once his brother had taken his seat and Elise felt her chest tighten. There was something dark and deep in his tone, an evil promise that she couldn't comprehend. It felt as if she had entered a dangerous place with no way of escape and what creeped her out was her intuitions were never wrong.

I ask in what I hope isn't a whiny voice. For fucks sake, where is my shame? My dignity? Maybe what Christian thinks of me is right. Maybe I am some desperate cock slut who can't think unless a cock is inside me. Well, I can ponder on that revelation later. Right now, what I need isn't self reflection, but him inside me. Specifically my mouth. Christian gives me a withering glare. "I don't care who or what you might be, I'm not giving anything to you." My face falls, and my hands by my side physically start trembling.

"Should I let you die with that stream of arousal unresolved? I can walk away right now and let you deal with the ache yourself." "I hate you!" she hissed, her voice trembling. "You shouldn't love me," he countered, his eyes dark. "Now, spread your legs. And learn to love my work." She hesitated for a long minute, her breath coming in shallow gasps. Then, slowly, she parted her knees. She felt completely exposed, the damp night air hitting her center, which was already slick and glistening for him. Christian didn't move immediately. He just looked at her, his gaze dragging over her inner thighs and the soft, pink folds of her skin. Then, he began to bend down, his shadow falling over her.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

I let out small moans as my hip moved against my hand, grinding into my own touch while Christian watched me through the screen. "That's it," he urged, encouraging my body to follow his words, "Let me hear you. Listen to my voice—no fingers in, play with yourself without penetrations. Tell me if it gets uncomfortable at any moment, and we stop immediately.” I spread my legs wider, my head falling back against the pillow. My fingers moved faster, wetter, the sounds obscene and dirty in the quiet room. "Christian…what—what about you?” "I'm touching myself too," he confessed, his voice strained, "Wishing it was your hand on me. Your perfect, addicting lips."

But I crave more darkness. The following nights dissolve into a symphony of sin. Nathan introduces me to his world fully—collars, clamps, roleplay where I'm his obedient pet, crawling for him, begging for release. Each session pushes boundaries, but his aftercare is loving—baths, massages, whispers of "I love you, Rose. Always have." It's romantic in its darkness; he owns me, but I own his heart. On the last night before our parents return, he sets up a scene in the basement—dim lights, a St. Andrew's cross against the wall. I'm naked, collared, wrists and ankles strapped to the X-shaped frame.

His captivating eyes remained fixed on me, filled with a hint of curiosity while I whispered to the Priest, "What?" "Do I have to?" Justin chuckled as if he was mocking me and the Priest nodded with an awkward expression on his face. I observed as the Priest made the sign of the cross over his chest and raised his gaze towards the ceiling in a reverent manner. The Priest then turned his focus back to us and I glanced at Justin, who responded by rolling his eyes. Suddenly, he gave me a peck on the lips and my cheeks heated up from the warm sensation of his lips against mine, slowly shifting my attention to the Priest.

[LUNA] Here I am again, at the bar, trying to drown myself in liquor. But this isn't just any liquor—this one is different. A darker brew, gifted by the elder vampires themselves. I don’t know what’s in it, but it grips me, sends a shiver down my spine, makes the room spin just the way I want it to.

CHRISTIANA POV In an instant, he drew me closer. Raising my two legs above my head. Positioning himself, sliding into me. My gasps and loud moans filled the air as he stroked deeper. “Shhhhhh! Scream louder and I’ll take you harder. He warned, whispering into my ear. His pupils dilated, my mouth agape as i struggled to stifle my cries. He increased the rhythm as he stroked deeper inside of me.