Crimson Red - XXL - Preview by Jeanette Peters (top 10 books of all time .txt) 📕

He let his lips run over her neck. Her smell wasn’t anything special. Then the idea of how her blood would taste came into his mind. This was enough to make his fangs soar out. A small smile crept onto his lips as he walked around her to stop behind her. The bloodwhore remained motionless, only this slight trembling, which dominated her entire body, revealed her excitement.

»Take off your dress«, Nikolas growled. With a sudden movement, he grasped the woman’s breasts before stepping back from her. The bloodwhore sighed in joyful anticipation. Then hurried to take off the dress. Finally she was naked in front of him and one hand slide between her legs. Instantly he pushed two fingers into her while pinching her nipple with the other hand. The bloodwhore was already wet and willing to welcome him.

Nikolas' fangs became even longer. Slowly he let them pass over the skin of the woman, but without piercing her. That whore should be begging him. She should beg and lie on her knees right in front of him.

»Please, sir«, she breathed. She put her head even more aside so that he could get to her neck easier. »Please, I beg you, I need you inside me.«

A satisfied smile appeared on Nikolas' face. That’s what he wanted to hear.

He pulled his fingers out of her and then grabbed her hair with his hand. Strongly he pulled her head back. She moaned again and rubbed her butt against his hard cock.

»Please.« Another plea and the body trembled under Nikolas. With gentle pressure, he made her take a few steps forward until she stood on the backrest of the couch that adorned the middle of the room. Then he pressed her down, leaned over her and let the tips of his fangs run over her skin.

As soon as his teeth pierced her skin, the bloodwhore under him trembled and cried out with pleasure. However, Nikolas did not let go of her, but penetrated her with a hard pressure. Her warm blood flowed down his mouth.

His lust increased with each swallow. With harder and harder pushes he brought himself ever closer to his own climax. The woman below him moaned loudly and pushed her pelvis towards him again and again.

He removed his hand from her hair and pinched firmly into her hard nipples. She cried out again, but this time in pain. He loved it when adrenaline produced by pain soaked the blood. It had its own unique flavour.

The aura of bloodlust enveloped her. The lustful moaning of his playmate clearly showed how much she also enjoyed the pain. She came under him one more time.

Nikolas grabbed the bloodwhore by the hip and turned her around and pushed her again, even harder. The movements of his hips became more and more urgent, the strokes get harder and he felt her twisting her legs around him.

He licked up the blood on his tongue before his lips closed up the wounds again. He went on to soak up the woman’s delicious lifeblood. So he was riding her and rapidly approaching his orgasm.

As soon as he reached the climax, Nikolas immediately let go of the bloodwhore. She was lying on the sofa, heavily breathing and trembling. A little smile wrapped her lips. Now when Nikolas was satisfied and had his fill, he was no longer interested in her.

»You can leave«, he explained briefly. » Be sure to get enough to eat and drink.«

»Of course, sir«, the bloodwhore replied breathlessly, getting up shaky.

His bloodlust had already subsided and now he could be sure not to get caught up when the new vampire awakened. Because once she did, she’d turn to the male bloodwhore.

He heard the rustling of the clothes while the bloodwhore dressed in silence. Then, without another word, she left the room. Nikolas sat down on the couch. Soon a new vampire would awaken. This may become an interesting business.

Martina

Her awakening feels weird. Like her body. Where the fuck was she? The material she felt under her fingers was unknown to her. The mattress on which her body lay, too.

Martina listened into her body and a shock flashed through her. She wasn’t breathing. Why didn’t her body ask for oxygen? She took a deep breath, but didn’t feel relieved. She didn’t miss the air. Confused, she opened her eyes and sat up.

She had been lodged in an elegant room. By who? The bed on which she lay was covered with sheets made of silk. There was dark wood, and the scent of it was heavy in the air. There was a shelf in one corner with elaborately bound books. In the other corner a sitting area had been set up.

On a couch, she discovered a vampire and started to blink. She couldn’t tell how she knew, but everything about him just screamed for it.

The short black hair emphasized the grey of his eyes, the white skin seemed flawless to her. His clothes were distinguished and of the best quality. His attitude also had a quiet elegance. He calmly looked into her eyes and seemed to be waiting for something.

»What happened?«, Martina asked confused. Then the memory came back. Her daughter, that worthless brat, had been sold by her to the vampires. But what had happened then? How did she get into this room? And why the fuck she was here?

»You died«, the vampire explained and continued to look at her.

Martina frowned. Died? But she was here! She felt alive. She could feel, speak and move. She froze. She acted like a living woman, but she did not have to breathe, and she could neither feel nor hear her heartbeat.

»Am I a ...?«, she started, shocked, but she didn’t dare to say the word »vampire.« Saying it would make it real.

»Yes«, the vampire just replied.

»But how?«, Martina whispered horrified. Her life should have started now Joleen was gone. She died instead? A vampire? A creature of the night?

»You have misappropriated our property and have been punished for it. Only your daughter’s begging and pleading gave us the decision to give you a second chance. We change you into one of us«, the vampire explained.

Nikolas! It flashed through Martina’s mind. Yeah, she knew his name. »And what if I don’t want to?«, Martina asked, noticing how her voice became an impending growl.

»Then you are free to put a peg through your own heart. In a metaphorical way, of course«, Nikolas replied with a shrug.

Martina flinched. If she considered, she didn’t want to die. »And now?«, she asked, hoping he would give her an answer.

Nikolas stood up and came over to her. »Now you should have a drink«, he explained. »Surely you will be thirsty.«

»Drink blood?«, she asked. She got sick thinking about it. Then she frowned. No, her stomach contracted, but not with nausea, but in joyful expectation. Yeah, she wanted blood. But where could she get it?

»I brought something here for you«, Nikolas explained with a smile. Did he read her thoughts? »No, I can’t read your mind«, he promised her and Martina raised an eyebrow. His answer made him lie. Finally, he replied to her thoughts. »I can sense your feelings because I’m the one who changed you. I’ll explain everything, but not until you’re fed up.« He opened a door and a large bathroom appeared behind it. A boy stood there.

Martina guessed why he was here and licked her lips. Oh, yeah, she wanted him, wanted to ram her teeth into his throat and suck him out until there wasn’t another drop of blood flowing through his body.

She felt a change in her mouth. Surprised, she opened it and carefully touched the sharp fangs with her fingers.

»You’ll get used to it«, the vampire explained. Then he grabbed the boy by the wrist and pulled him out of the bathroom. »Go up to her, you’re here to please her«, the vampire ordered the boy and he nodded and came at her with a heated look.

Martina had always been aware of how she could wrap a man around her fingers. With a tempting smile she slipped a little aside to make room for him.

The boy stopped in front of her bed and began to take off his clothes. Fascinated, she watched the movement of his muscles. But then she captured his pulsating veins that ran under his skin.

»Come here!«, she gasped. The boy followed the order immediately. Martina was pleased to realize the lightness of it, and put one hand on the warm chest.

Hate flared up inside her as she felt the beating heart under her fingers. Her heart was no longer beating. This was the fault of the selfish little monster she had given the gift of birth. It was Joleen who made her sit here and be damned as a walking dead.

Angrily she bent over without warning and buried her teeth in the boy’s throats. Martina didn’t care if it made him feel pain. She only perceived his twitching to a limited extent. And then she started sucking on the wounds. Sweet blood shot into her mouth and the boy groaned under her hard touch.

She’d make Joleen pay for it. The little beast had cost her life. But for now, she just have this boy. She sucked harder and felt the boy squeeze her. His erection pressed noticeably against her thigh. As his warm blood flowed down her throat, her abdomen contracted in pulsating waves and an unknown lust caught her. Yeah, she wanted to feel him inside herself, ride on his cock while she was drinking.

Without releasing her lips from his throat, she pushed her black skirt up over her thighs. She saved taking off her thong, but ripped the thin material with a jerk. Then she pressed the boy down onto the bed and let her hips circle over his hard cock. She settled on it without transition.

The boy moaned in pleasure. Martina also noticed her breath speeding up. In one corner of her memory, she was surprised at this, because she no longer needed to breathe. But then she enveloped a strong wave of bloodlust and everything else faded.

All she mattered was the boy’s tail on which she was riding towards a climax she could never have experienced during her lifetime, because she would have been crushed by it. The only thought, except for sex, which remained firmly anchored in her mind, was revenge.

Revenge against Joleen for destroying Martina’s life. She would also ruin Joleen’s life, too, but now she could take her time because eternity lay before her.