Royal Vampire Kingdom - The Complete Collection: Quick & Dirty Paranormal

by Ivy Banks

  Apparently, he had a reputation of seducing young, beautiful women who worked at the firm, and from rumors she heard around the office, Pamela didn’t want Tara to get any attention from their boss.

  If Tara was honest with herself, she wouldn’t mind being seduced by Mr. Hanover. He was tall, fit, young, and radiated sexiness. His voice, his posture, and his demeanor let everyone know he was confident and strong. She had a school girl crush on him, and she could admit it to herself. Well, it was more than a crush. She thought of him frequently while alone in bed at night; the fantasy of his athletic body ravaging hers guided her hand to do very dirty things to herself.

  There was a downside to his sexiness though, though Tara rarely acknowledged it in her fantasy world. Even though Augustus was extremely good looking, he was also cold, direct, and never made time for small talk. If you weren’t discussing business, he had no interest in the conversation. Tara tried to talk to him on several occasions, but he always ended the conversations abruptly with barely a glance at her.

  However, his aloofness didn’t detract from her lusty thoughts. In her imagination, he was kind, caring, and a stallion in bed.

  Building up her courage to approach him with the news of Pamela’s theft, she quickly printed off the incriminating spreadsheet and went to make a copy. With time ticking like a bomb, she waited by the copier praying that Pamela wouldn’t return from her meeting early. With her heart racing, she ripped the copy out of the machine and placed it in an envelope. She returned to her desk, trying to appear as non-suspect as possible.

  What will I say to him? Will he even acknowledge me?

  Tara realized she didn’t care if Mr. Hanover acknowledged her or not. She was going to quit regardless of his reaction, so she just had to deliver her information and leave. Besides, she was just trying to help him by exposing what Pamela was doing. The fact that she wanted to get back at Pamela being a backstabbing, intolerable bitch didn’t hurt either.

  An excruciating hour later, Mr. Hanover returned to the office and walked by her desk on the way to his executive office.

  She boldly extended her hand with the envelope and said, “I think this will interest you.”

  For the first time, Augustus made eye contact with Tara. She sucked in a breath from the emotions that took hold of her body. He was even more handsome than she had realized. His brown eyes had a hint of orange that encircled his irises. His skin was soft and smooth, as if it had been airbrushed.

  Obviously interested, he smiled deviously and took the envelope from her hand, gently brushing her palm with his fingers. The connection sent a warm sensation that ran up her arm, down her torso, and straight to the center of her sex.

  “Why don’t you follow me? Tara, is it?”

  “Yes, sir. Tara Jenkinson.”

  She followed behind him, almost reaching his office before Pamela came out of nowhere and blocked the way.

  “Mr. Hanover, if there is anything you need, I can get it for you. Tara has a lot of work to do, so allow me to handle whatever it is you requested of her.”

  “Thank you, Pamela, but I think that Tara is the only one that can help me with this.”

  Tara was confused. He hadn’t even opened the envelope. How did he know that Pamela couldn’t help him?

  Tara walked past Pamela and the despicable woman scowled. With the confidence that she was quitting, Tara held her middle finger behind her back for Pamela to see as she walked in the CEO’s office.

  Chapter 2

  Instead of taking a seat behind his desk, Mr. Hanover sat on a smooth, black couch that was in the corner of his office. He patted the area next to him, indicating that Tara should sit down.

  Tara obliged. Her panties were wet from simply looking at him, but she sat down as demurely and professionally as she could muster.

  “I notice you looking at me,” he said matter-of-factly.

  “I’m not sure what you mean Mr. Hanover, but—”

  “Tara, please, call me Augustus.”

  This was a conversation I didn’t expect. What am I supposed to say to that? Of course I have been looking at him; he’s like a chiseled god!

  Before Tara could answer, Augustus placed his hand on her thigh, his fingertips just creeping under the hemline of her skirt. Shocked, Tara didn’t know how to react, but she didn’t want to reprimand him either. Wasn’t this what she wanted?

  His hands were cold, a refreshing feeling from how hot she felt. She had been dreaming of Augustus touching her since she first laid eyes on him.

  When she didn’t protest, Augustus moved his hand further up her leg and caressed her inner thigh. Tara bit down on her lower lip, not knowing how to respond. She had a few boyfriends in college, but she was still inexperienced in every sense of the word. She had always focused on her homework, figuring there would be time for relationships after she graduated. It wasn’t that she was prude, or holding out for marriage, she had just never met a man that interested her enough to take her away from her books. And when she had been modeling, the advances toward her had been frequent and sleazy, causing her to swear off dating until she was surrounded by a higher caliber of men.

  With a bold movement, Tara placed her own hand over his, and moved it up her leg even further until his fingertips brushed the outside of her mound, hidden just beneath the lace of her white thong panties.

  Augustus stroked her gently as Tara felt her juices soak the cotton lining of her g-string. He slipped a finger under the thin fabric and inserted a finger into her virgin slit.

  “You’re so tight,” said Augustus in a hushed whisper.

  “Well, I’ve never… um… nevermind,” answered Tara, not wanting to reveal her secret.

  She moved his hand, withdrawing his finger from inside her, and straddled him, bringing her mouth to his. His tongue met hers immediately. It was a forward move, but she didn’t want him to think she wasn’t experienced enough to handle him.

  His lips were soft, but his kiss was powerful. In the heat of the moment, her tongue brushed against his teeth and she felt something sharp, but her attention was quickly diverted by his adventurous hands. Passionately, he moved his hands around to her round, firm buttocks and lifted her dress. His strong hands caressing her bare skin set off flames in her body.

  Pulling back from the kiss, Tara slowly unbuttoned his shirt. Her mind raced with desire and bewilderment. She had no idea what to do, but she was faking it the best she could. As his shirt parted, Tara traced her finger along the lines of his defined muscles. His entire body felt cool to the touch, which made her wonder if she was doing something wrong.

  “What would you like me to do?” she asked.

  “Just keep doing what you’re doing,” he said, giving her a devilishly seductive look.

  Tara grinned at his response. She leaned her head in and brushed her tongue against his neck, followed by gentle nips with her teeth.

  “I’m usually the one doing the biting,” Augustus replied, a little cheekily. “I could get used to this.”

  Tara thought it was an unusual statement, but continued to brush her tongue against his soft, perfect skin.

  Reaching her hand down to his waist, she ran a manicured finger under the hem of his pants before unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper down to reveal his waiting erection. Tara wasn’t one-hundred percent sure what her next move was supposed to be, so she did what felt natural, stroking him to the same rhythm that she liked when masturbating.

  A low groan passed over his lips before he lifted her up. He easily maneuvered out of his pants before carrying her to his desk. With a quick sweep of his hand, everything on the side of his desk landed on the floor. He laid her down on the hard mahogany with her hips at the edge. He sat in his chair, and pulled down her panties.

  Her body went rigid, wondering what he thought when her sex was in full view. She had never been so exposed.

  “You’re beautiful,” he said, as if reading her thoughts.

  His words sent a
shiver up her spine. Augustus’ hand slipped between her legs, brushing his thumb across her clit, then massaged her in gentle, circular strokes, sending waves of ecstasy through her body. She leaned back, and he inserted a finger into her core before he leaned in and tantalized her pink bud with his tongue.

  It was soft and wet and her chest felt on the verge of exploding. She pushed him back and sat up, not wanting to orgasm before he was inside of her. This was the time, she knew it. She moved from the desk onto this lap, and spreading her legs wide to once again straddle him. She wrapped her arms around his neck to steady herself and pressed her body against his. Her hips instinctively ground against his groin. As the tip of his cock glided across her clit, she gasped. This was the closest she had ever been to a man, and her overstimulated crotch dripped with the contact. His erection throbbed as she continued to press against him, closing the small gap between them with her soft, heated flesh.

  Pulling her down and closer to him, August guided her hips as they kissed passionately, grinding up against each other. He moved her slippery crotch back and forth over his engorged member. Every time the tip got close to her opening she wondered if it was about to slip in. The idea terrified her, and yet she craved it with every molecule in her body.

  “Be gentle,” she warned with a whisper. “This is my first time.”

  His eyes widened. “You’re untouched?” His eyes scanned her body with a newfound exhilaration. “I’m shocked, but just as equally, I’m honored. Are you sure you want this?”

  “Yes, oh, yes,” Tara begged, as she whipped her head back showing that she was more eager than afraid.

  “It will hurt,” he said. “But only briefly. The pain will turn into the most intense pleasure you’ve ever experienced.”

  Biting down on her lip, she sighed with anticipation as she guided him into her. His size was much larger than her tiny hole would allow, so she bounced on him with small hesitant bobs until the head broke through causing her to gasp in shock. Just like he said, the initial sensation was a piercing pain.

  She wanted to cry, but then before she could make sense of what was happening, his mouth was enveloping her nipple, sending a signal from her breast to her reluctant hole to allow entry. With each slow movement sliding up and down on his cock, the pain lessened and the nerves inside her sex began reacting to each intense thrust.

  Her tight essence hugged his manhood, and she felt alive as her hips dipped in a rhythmic motion. Their bodies worked in sync like they were moving together to the same song. He grabbed her hips and cupped his hands around her bare ass, guiding her while she continued to pleasure him. With each thrust, his length hit deeper within her. His pelvis ground against her clitoris just right, pushing her closer and closer to climaxing as she rode him.

  “Oh, fuck, Tara!” he screamed as she felt him throb from within.

  The filling sensation brought her to orgasm causing her core to shudder around his erection. He climaxed at the same time, his fluid spilling out of her entrance and running down her thigh. Being an inexperienced virgin, she didn’t expect that to happen. In her naivety, she figured her body would absorb his seed. Instead of it being a turnoff, it intrigued her. She wanted to know how his semen tasted mixed with her own nectar. With her index finger, she wiped some of the their juices off her leg and placed her finger on her tongue.

  “A little sweet. A little salty,” she said while licking her finger, sharing what her taste buds experienced with the man she still straddled.

  “God, you’re hot,” Augustus said as she lifted her hips and slid her off his member.

  Tara giggled and leaned into him as he wrapped her in an embrace and gingerly kissed the top of her head with affection. The gesture was intimate, not something you would do with a one-night-stand. She felt safe and didn’t want the moment to end, believing that there would never be a moment as perfect as this again.

  A knock at the door interrupted that thought.

  “I’m going out to get lunch, do you want anything to eat?” It was Pamela’s intrusive voice.

  Rolling his eyes, Augustus yelled back, “No, Pamela. I’m fine.”

  Pamela continued, “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

  “Pamela, I’m busy. Go to lunch.”

  Taking her cue, Tara stood up and asked, “Can I use your bathroom? To clean up before going back out there?”

  “You don’t have to go so soon.”

  “Yes, I do,” Tara said.

  “Well then, of course you can clean up.” He pointed to his private restroom.

  When Tara came back out, she didn’t know what to say. She had never been with a man before, so she didn’t know if she should just leave or say goodbye in some other sort of proper way. Augustus walked up to her and grabbed her hand, placing a kiss on her palm.

  “Until next time,” he said.

  “You want there to be a next time?” Tara asked with genuine curiosity.

  “I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time. I figured you were off limits, but I guess I was wrong. Thank you for the note.”

  Tara cut him off. “What do you mean? What do you think is in the envelope I gave you?”

  He tensed up. “I just figured that you finally had the courage to tell me that you wanted me as much as I’ve wanted you. I didn’t want to be presumptuous, so I’ve been waiting for you to make the move.”

  “Presumptuous? Do you really think I would hand my boss a note telling him that I want to fuck him?”

  Augustus looked shocked, and for a brief second, almost embarrassed.

  Tara continued, “I think you better read what I’ve given you.”

  Augustus reached into his pocket and pulled out the envelope. Scanning the page, he took but a minute to process what he was reading. Anger flashed through his eyes and he looked up at Tara with a murderous gaze.

  “She stole millions of dollars?” he roared. “Pamela has no idea who she’s dealing with.”

  Terrified at his reaction, Tara stepped back from him, ready to run out the door. Yet she didn’t break eye contact with him, and as the anger built she saw a change take place. He snarled at the paper as Tara watched his canines descend from his gums into two sharp, white fangs.

  “A vampire,” Tara whispered.

  Sensing her presence again, Augustus quickly transformed back to his human form, but Tara didn’t care. She just ran.

  Augustus called after her, but she didn’t wait around for him. She ran to her cubicle, grabbed her purse along with the few personal items she kept at work, and raced to the elevator. She was never going back to Hanover Technologies.

  Tara couldn’t sleep that night; the image of Augustus’ descending fangs kept her awake. Not only had he given her the most pleasurable experience of her life, but shortly after, he followed with the most terrifying. She pressed her eyes closed, trying to push out the frightening images from her mind.

  A creaking sound came from the other room.

  Is that my front door? It can’t be, Tara thought.

  She sat up and opened her eyes to find two men standing at the entrance of her bedroom door. Her mouth opened in shock but she couldn’t scream. Her body was paralyzed with fear, leaving her staring in terror at the figures in front of her.

  When the first figure spoke, she immediately saw that gleaming white fangs.

  “Sorry it has to be like this, but we can’t let you remember.” The words coming from the blonde vampire were straight forward, but compassionate.

  “Remember what?” asked Tara.

  “Augustus revealed himself to you today.”

  A fresh wave of terror hit her. “I promise I won’t tell anyone,” Tara begged. “Please don’t kill me.”

  The towering black-haired vampire laughed. “That would be easier, and then at least we’d get a meal. But, alas, Augustus insisted we keep you alive.”

  “Then, what are you going to do to me?”

  “Erase your memory,” said the blonde foot soldier.


  “I won’t remember anything?”

  “You’ll remember most of your life, but you won’t remember working for Augustus or anything about the job.”

  “But there’s records of me working there. People will remember me. And what about Pamela?”

  “Pamela’s no longer there.”

  Tara’s hand flew up to her mouth. “You killed her?”

  “For fuck’s sake,” said the black-haired vampire. “Why do you think we’re going around killing everybody? No, she’s been arrested, and with Augustus’s connections, she’ll be in prison for the rest of her life. To answer your next concern, no records exist. They’re gone. Nobody will remember you worked there.”

  The idea of nobody remembering her seemed preposterous.

  “How does he have the power to do all of this?”

  The taller vampire sighed. “Well, I guess it doesn’t matter what we say. You’ll forget anyway.”

  “Augustus is our prince, one of the sixteen children of Atticus, the vampire king. Augustus is very powerful and you are very lucky. We’ve never seen him go through so much trouble for a human before. You should be dead.”

  And with that, the conversation was over. Tara had no memories of Augustus or Hanover Technologies.

  Tara woke up feeling wet between her legs. Her dreams were filled with lust-filled sexual fantasies, and for some reason, she dreamt she made love to a vampire.

  In her dreams, he fucked her hard, something which she wondered if she’d like. Feeling restless, Tara slid her fingers down under her panties and into her soft, moist folds. She needed to release the tension. Slowly, she applied pressure to her pink pearl, a spot that awakened all of her senses.

  At first she brushed it with the tip of her index finger, and then she applied more pressure. Her finger easily glided across her clit as she became more aroused. Different motions and pressure elicited different sensations and she loved all of them. The pressure built and built until carnal bliss thrashed through her body.