| Author: | Arianna Moon | ISBN: | 9781476251783 |
| Publisher: | Arianna Moon | Publication: | April 22, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Arianna Moon |
| ISBN: | 9781476251783 |
| Publisher: | Arianna Moon |
| Publication: | April 22, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
The basement of The Sanguina, one of New York's most exclusive nightclubs, belies a diablolical secret: a lair of vampires, headed by the vile Mistress Katrina. Down there, blood is hewn from flesh, pain is forged into pleasure, and the rebellious are taught obedience. When Stephen, a young rookie vampire hunter, infiltrates the lair and attempts to kill Katrina single-handedly, he is quickly overpowered and imprisoned for his foolishness. The undead matariach wastes no time setting out to break him, to make him hers forever...
EXCERPT: I unbutton my corset and pull out my left breast. He lifts his head, shivering with hunger, with desire, and I guide my nipple into his mouth. “Quickly,” I say. “Drink before I change my mind.”
“Mmmphmm…” he says, biting and suckling greedily.
I sigh as his fangs pierce my flesh, as his tongue caresses my teat. Color returns to his cheeks, though they still mostly retain the paleness inherent in those of our kind. I stroke his cock some more and it threatens to burst through his fly. To most, human or vampire, male or female, my blood is an aphrodisiac, among other things. I am, after all, very old and very powerful.
Elias wants to be inside me, I can sense it. Can practically read his mind, feel his lust. He wants me on top of him, riding him, one hand around his throat and the other scratching, clawing, at his chest. Right now, Elias wants me to fuck him and abuse him more than anything. Make him come and make him bleed. Unfortunately for him, I don’t want to. At least, not right now. Elias is mine, will always be mine—I can have him whenever I want. Right now, I want someone else to wrap around my finger. To ground beneath my heel. Someone fresh and new.
The basement of The Sanguina, one of New York's most exclusive nightclubs, belies a diablolical secret: a lair of vampires, headed by the vile Mistress Katrina. Down there, blood is hewn from flesh, pain is forged into pleasure, and the rebellious are taught obedience. When Stephen, a young rookie vampire hunter, infiltrates the lair and attempts to kill Katrina single-handedly, he is quickly overpowered and imprisoned for his foolishness. The undead matariach wastes no time setting out to break him, to make him hers forever...
EXCERPT: I unbutton my corset and pull out my left breast. He lifts his head, shivering with hunger, with desire, and I guide my nipple into his mouth. “Quickly,” I say. “Drink before I change my mind.”
“Mmmphmm…” he says, biting and suckling greedily.
I sigh as his fangs pierce my flesh, as his tongue caresses my teat. Color returns to his cheeks, though they still mostly retain the paleness inherent in those of our kind. I stroke his cock some more and it threatens to burst through his fly. To most, human or vampire, male or female, my blood is an aphrodisiac, among other things. I am, after all, very old and very powerful.
Elias wants to be inside me, I can sense it. Can practically read his mind, feel his lust. He wants me on top of him, riding him, one hand around his throat and the other scratching, clawing, at his chest. Right now, Elias wants me to fuck him and abuse him more than anything. Make him come and make him bleed. Unfortunately for him, I don’t want to. At least, not right now. Elias is mine, will always be mine—I can have him whenever I want. Right now, I want someone else to wrap around my finger. To ground beneath my heel. Someone fresh and new.
