The Nasty Vamp

That’s when I realized we were back in his bed and I was sprawled across his massive chest like a street whore. Holy hell! Before I could get my limp muscles to respond, his arms clamped around me and he rolled on top of me.

“This is where you belong, sweetling.” McGregor’s mouth locked on mine and his decadent tongue slid inside tasting me.

The world spun away as his clever hands kick started my sex drive and I writhed like a wanton beneath him. His fingers thrust inside me, deeper and deeper. “Oh God! Oh God! Ohhhhh God!” Waves of pure pleasure crashed over me and a scream broke from me as multiple orgasms tore through me.

McGregor’s hand slid into my hair and he tilted my head back. “That, sweetling, was your first lesson.”

Limp and boneless, I stared up at him in utter horror. The nasty vamp was turning me into a nymphomaniac.

“Aye, that I am.” His slow, toe curling kisses wreaked absolute havoc on my senses until my body quivered with need. “Soon you’ll need my touch to survive.”

Fury roared to life. “Never.”

“No?” His fingers slid between my legs and with one touch a maelstrom of fire consumed me. Seconds later another brain jelling climax slammed over me.

“You belong to me. Never forget that.” As his large hands stroked my trembling body, the nasty vamp slid into my head and whispered over and over again, You will obey me.

“News flash, asshole, that woo-woo shit doesn’t work on me and as soon as I can walk again, I am so going to stake you,” I mumbled before I sank into an exhausted sleep.