Mary pulled her legs to her chest and watched as happiness flooded him. Calm. He was different somehow. Changed. “And the convent?”
She stuck out her tongue. “They were strict. Always doing this chore or that. I never got to go to public school or go out and party. I was told that my body was a temple to be treasured for a god.” She raised a brow at him. “Now I know that it was for you, right? So, can I blame you for a boring ass teenage life?”
He laughed. “I didn’t know you existed until you showed up. We just ask for this or that and here you are.”
“You make kidnapping sound like it’s legal.”
He laughed again.
Mary found herself chuckling with him. She loved seeing a true smile on his face. The tension, at some point, had dissolved between them and now they sat like good friends. Would it be foolish if she trusted him, if even the slightest bit?
Solomon draped his arm around her shoulder. “Have you ever had a boyfriend?”
She shook her head as his heat absorbed into her. Her hands trembled at his caress, how his thumb rubbed her arm ever so slowly, drawing her insides into a clenched ball. Sweat formed on her temples. “No.”
“So, I’m your first?” His voice was low and dangerously sexy.
She tried to push him away like she was playing, but he didn’t move. “I wouldn’t call you my boyfriend.”
“Not yet.” His hand slid down her arm to her elbow, following the bend of her arm. His other hand had come up to her face and cupped her chin. She couldn’t move under his grasp as he looked into her eyes. “Koe, Virgin.”
She shook her head.
“You won’t beg for me?”
“Please, stop.” Mary could have kicked her own ass for those words, yet they tumbled out before she could refuse them.
Solomon laughed, his hot breath covering her face. “You’re cute. Will you be my girlfriend?”
“I-I-“ She couldn’t finish her sentence. Mary was speechless as his tongue toyed with her ear. She groaned as he sucked her lobe between his teeth. The rumble of his laughter shot straight between her thighs and she clenched them to stop herself from growing wetter.
“I do think you’re gorgeous. Now, I must feed.”
Mary slapped him and kicked with everything she had. “Please, stop, don’t-“
“Now that’s the noise I like to hear. Yes, my Virgin, please beg for me to show you mercy. I want to feel that voice strain as you lose hope.”
He bit into her and she could have fainted. The pain surged through her body like she’d been hit with a bag of bricks. His fangs were too sharp, too thick, and Mary grasped at his shoulders, needing to hang onto something. Tears soaked her cheeks as she heard him consuming her. She knew moving, fighting, would make it worse.
This is a dark paranormal erotic romance that contains some scenes and acts that may be triggering to some readers. While this does have a happy ending, please be advised.
She will feed them or die. Or both.
Just when eighteen-year-old Mary Scott is ready to go to culinary school, she’s captured and held prisoner by The Order-a religious group that sells humans to vampires. Mary is sent to become the blood slave to the Wictreds, a family of three vampires. There’s Deacon, the gentleman with a short temper, Solomon, sarcastic one with some serious mood swings, and Cain, the child-like one that has a problem with self control. Her only hope is to escape, but she has a single chance. If she’s caught she’ll be killed to keep her silent.
As time passes, Mary’s days become numbered. After all, she has only so much blood. The longer she’s in the house, the more time she spends with Solomon. When he’s not toying with her, he’s actually a nice guy and protects her from his brothers. Mary loves his company and soon his presence makes her heart flutter. But humans and vampires must be separate, and Deacon will do anything to keep the family honor intact
Anais Morgan has been writing, in one form or another, since she was fourteen. Her loves have always been romance, followed by paranormals. It seems cliché, but she loves a classic tale with a sexy twist. If she can get inspiration from anything, it'd be Titanic. Anais has been married since 2007 to an equally strange man. Technically they don’t have kids, but four pets equal kids, don’t they?
Anais also writes under the pen name Erika Lindsen where you can check out paranormal romances, from sweet to steamy. But Erika does come armed with zombies and vampires.
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