House of Immortal PleasuresCopyright © 2010 by Katie SalidasThis book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantialsexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.
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Daphne’s nerves had her jumping at
the sound of the door closing. The grey haze dissipated as soon as Alexander
left. She wasn’t sure what had compelled her to walk upstairs with him. Perhaps
she’d had a little too much to drink. Reaching back into her memories, she
recalled vehemently refusing to continue this charade her friends had
concocted, and then things had gone fuzzy. She’d suddenly found herself here,
in this strange room.
Vampires, though out in the public
eye, were secretive about their abilities. Daphne had a sneaking suspicion that
the rumors of mind control were true.
She couldn’t believe she’d
willingly walked into this gaudy room that reeked with the deep musk of sex.
Daphne brushed away stray strands of hair from her face, shuddering as a
strange feeling came over her. She sensed the creepy weight of unseen eyes on
her. Gooseflesh danced across her skin.
She nibbled at her thumbnail as she
took in the blood-red room. For all the liquid courage she drank tonight,
Daphne didn’t feel very brave. In fact, she felt a bit queasy. Her stomach
churned with anticipation of the unknown.
Just
get up. Just get up and leave. No one will stop you. She wanted to leave,
but she wasn’t sure where she would go.
“I have been expecting you.” A
deep, husky, masculine voice crept from a shadowy corner of the room.
Daphne jumped, startled by the
voice.
“Tell me what you desire from me.
You only have to say the word and I will fulfill all of your fantasies.”
Daphne’s mood lightened. The queasy
feeling momentarily subsided, replaced with laughter. Those words sound so cheesy. Like something from a porno.
She remembered some of the movies
Ken had forced her to watch. She’d always found the dialogue to be silly and
wondered why the characters bothered talking at all.
“Do you find me amusing?” the voice
called out to her from the shadows.
She turned left and right, her gaze
darting all over the room searching for the owner of the mysterious voice. She
noted the darkened corner of the dimly-lit room and tried to focus—to see the
man hiding in the shadows. “I’m so sorry.” Heat rose to her face. She hadn’t
considered that she might have insulted the speaker. “I didn’t mean to poke
fun.”
Eerie silence only served to
heighten her sense of embarrassment. Wringing her hands in her lap, she
continued to search the room for the owner of the voice.
Daphne’s eyes widened as a large
figure stalked out of the corner. Her jaw dropped. He was a sight to behold.
Unlike the other vampires, he did not stick to the traditional long flowing
hair. His was neatly cropped and slightly spiked on top of his head.
Daphne couldn’t help herself;
nerves or not, she couldn’t take her eyes off him. She sat dumbfounded, mouth
agape and wide-eyed like a cartoon character, as she took in his gorgeous
frame.
He wore only a loose-fitting pair
of jeans and an odd, thick, metallic collar. Unlike the Fabio look-alikes in
the bar, he wasn’t bulging with overly large muscles. His body was toned and
athletic with a small dusting of hair across his exposed chest.
Looking up and down his gorgeous
body, she paused curiously on the strange metal collar locked tight around the
insanely beautiful man’s neck. She wondered if she had somehow been taken into
some S&M fantasy room. And that sent another wave of unease down to the
churning pit of her stomach. Before she could think of anything to say to break
this awkward silence, he smiled at her and took a step closer. His brilliant
white fangs appeared prominently, highlighted against the darkness of his wide,
open-mouth smile.
Daphne frowned and looked down at
the ground; the sight of his fangs unnerved her. A shiver danced down her
spine, sending another wave of gooseflesh pimpling her skin. She had never been
this close to a vampire. Passing one in the street was one thing; however,
being locked in a room with one was a completely different story. “I’m sorry, I
just …”
“Tis all right, little one.”
Images of cheesy vampires in long
velvet capes flashed through her mind. She giggled again, the tension slowly
lessening. His words seemed rehearsed, like he had been handed a script prior
to her arrival. She waited for the classic, “I want to suck your blood,” to
spill from his mouth next.
“Any more of this laughing and I shall have to
punish you.” His voice took on a menacing tone, but a smile gave away his
amusement.
Daphne fell backwards onto the bed
in a fit of laughter. “Sorry, I’m not normally like this. It must be the
alcohol. I just … you sound so cheesy.”
The vampire chuckled softly, walked
to the bed, and sat on the edge.
Daphne jumped up just as his tight
butt touched down on the mattress.
“Most women find it sexy,” he said,
dropping the Old World flair and rehearsed
speech, speaking in a normal, casual tone. “I’m guessing this doesn’t work for
you.”
Laughter and the amused smile fell
from her face. She tried to gulp back a knot forming in her throat. “Well … um
… look, I’m not really into this sort of thing. My friends dragged me here and
… uh …” She bit her quivering lip. “Look, can we just say we had sex, charge my
friend’s credit card for whatever and I’ll go back downstairs?”
“Are you sure that’s what you
want?” he asked. His shockingly blue eyes sparkled at her. She found it hard to
resist looking into them.
Daphne’s heart sped, pounding against
the wall of her chest. She hugged her stomach with trembling hands, praying he
would let her leave.
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