by Zara Novak
The word I had just screamed hadn’t been laced with any of the strange magical power I possessed, it was just the roar of a woman at the end of her tether. It seemed to work. Everyone was looking at me.
“How the fuck did she get out of her gag?” Casper said, his expression now one of fear. “Someone put it back on her, quickly!”
“I’d advise you all against that,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady as dozens of guns turned on me. I had no more time to waste, I had to make my move. “Your master is already dead. If we’re not careful everyone in this room will quickly be joining him.”
“Says who?” Casper sneered.
“Me,” I answered.
With that I threw back the long black jacket that had been covering me. I cast it back off my body and let it drop to the ground, revealing the brilliant white dress that I had Tasha change me into before we left. I was really gambling on the fear of this woman in white, and it seemed it may have worked.
As the jacket hit the floor every vampire standing around me suddenly lowered their guns and scrambled back to get away from me. Some had even shouted out in surprise. I stood very still, a slight smirk curling on my lips to belay complete and utter confidence.
I was fucking shaking inside, but on the outside, I had to be a rock. I knew there was no way I could control a room full of these men. It looked like I had a little power, and maybe one day I could develop it, but right now I was gambling on fear alone.
“Here’s what is going to happen,” I said after a few silent moments. I had expected maybe someone else might talk, but it looked like they were all waiting on me. “You’re going to unchain my husband and then you’re going to let us walk out of here unharmed. If anyone so much as attempts to ignore these instructions, then everyone in this room will die.”
Casper, who appeared to be the guiding room in the voice now, still looked terrified, but he feigned a laugh and snorted. “Bullshit. You can’t do that. You think you can throw on a white dress and prey on the collective fears of a past long gone? You’re not the woman in white.”
It was time to try and use my voice out loud now. If this didn’t work Vincent and I were as good as dead. As I had already taken control of Casper, I figured it would be best to try him again.
“Are you sure about that?” I asked, trying to imagine my words as a thread weaving through the air. I guided it towards him, urging it into his mind. “You could always kill yourself and prove the point.”
With the suggestion one hand moved away from the rifle Casper was holding and grabbed a pistol from his waist. He and everyone else watched in abject terror as the arm he was no longer in control of lifted the gun and held it up against his temple.
“What the fuck?!” Casper roared. “Don’t do it! Don’t do it!”
“Then let us go,” I said. “Unchain him and let us leave without harm. Once we are gone you can sort this mess out yourselves.”
Casper’s entire body was trembling as he tried to wrestle his own gun away from his head. My power kept it in place. I wasn’t actively trying to control him anymore; it was like I had moved his arm into position and frozen it there. I could tell that Casper and the rest of his men were now truly terrified of my abilities, even though I knew I didn’t have the ability to control them all.
“Do it!” he hissed after another long moment. “Get them the fuck out of here! Now!”
Two guards by Casper hurried over to Vincent and unwrapped the silver chains binding his body. He stood up, stretched, and then he casually walked around the sofa, bent over Monroe’s corpse and plucked something from his body. He straightened again and came towards me. “Got the heirloom. Let’s go,” he said.
And just like that we walked out of there. The air felt so heavy it was like cutting through invisible sludge, but once we were out of there, I suddenly felt like I could breathe again. Vincent grabbed my hand and we started walking faster.
“Okay, no denying it, you’re amazing,” he said, leaning in to kiss me briefly. We headed straight for the front door, tensing momentarily as guards came running towards us. They saw me, gave me a wide berth and carried on running. We heard shouting in the house behind us, followed by the muted eruption of gunfire.
It looked like Casper and his men hadn’t come to an agreement.
We burst into the night and saw Wardorf waiting with his helicopter. He already had the blades spinning.
“Holy shit, you’re alive!” he shouted as we ran towards him.
“If we don’t hurry up, we’ll all be dead. Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Vincent shouted back. We jumped into the helicopter and strapped in. Though I could no longer hear anything over the blades’ whir, I saw the flash of gunfire through the windows of the country manor shrinking below us.
I had saved him. We were alive, but I had a terrible feeling this moment would have sweeping repercussions for the criminal empires within Vincent’s world. Five families were already on the brink of an explosive and violent clash. We were in a powder keg, one that was just waiting to explode.
Something told me I had just lit the fuse.
Chapter 7
Rachel
I could hardly believe it when we landed back on the castle roof. My plan had actually worked, despite a few hitches. I had rescued Vincent from the clutches of defeat and brought him back to safety.
As soon as our feet touched the roof Vincent dismissed Wardorf, instructing him that no one was to bother us for the next twenty-four hours. The bald giant quickly disappeared, leaving me alone with Vincent on the roof.
My vampire captor turned and looked at me. “Who are you?” he said.
“Your slave,” I answered, tonguing my cheek as I did so.
The answer appeared to amuse him. “I must admit you continue to surpass my expectations. The voice is supposed to take some time to appear in breeders, this is why I have not brought it up with you yet. How long have you known about your power?”
“A few hours,” I answered frankly. “I didn’t know about it before leaving the castle. I went to Monroe’s with the intention of making them believe I was a threat. I didn’t expect I would actually be able to control anyone. It was a gamble.”
Vincent’s eyes widened as he realized just how big a gamble. He smiled however, not seeming too bothered at how close we had come to death. “Sometimes you have to take risks to get what you want out of life. The decisions you made, they were reckless, dangerous, and straight up irresponsible.”
“I—”
“But they are all signs of a good leader. Sometimes you have no other choice but to play the game.” His eyes shone with intrigue. “When I brought you here, I brought you as a slave. I cannot hide the attraction I feel for you. You were a piece of meat to me, with the promise of bringing me an heir further down the line. Do you realize that?”
“Yes, master.”
“I still feel that way about you, but I think I have been shortsighted too. You can be a slave. You can be a fertile womb, but I think you also have the power to be something much greater. The power to be the woman at my side. That has been the element that has been missing this whole time.”
It was strangely inspiring and invigorating to hear him talk like this. Was he finally seeing me as his equal, as his contemporary? I looked inside and asked myself what I wanted. How did Rachel feel about this? What did she make of it all?
Why had she passed up yet another chance to run away from him and be free?
Why had I helped him again?
“I keep helping you,” I said. “Several times now I could have run away, but yet I stay here, slobbering at your knee like a dog in heat. The way you stole me from the world, the way you have kept me here since I arrived. A normal woman should have hated it. She should have spat in your eye and run for the hills. But I don’t. I keep on helping you. I keep feeling like I’m falling deeper into this world with you. Why?”
“Because maybe you’re meant to be here,” he said, his eyes gliste
ning like blazing coals. “It has been years since I kept a slave. Even longer since I felt anything resembling the feelings that I have for you. Every vampire is meant to have a mate they are fated to for the rest of their lives. I don’t believe now that your betrayal was an accident. I think it was a necessity, an inevitable act to bring us together. To make me find you.”
“Fate?” I whispered. I then saw his expression change. Something came over his eyes. I couldn’t decipher his intention. “What is it?” I asked.
“I think it is time,” he said, “that you finally earned your reward. I think you have waited long enough.” He took my hand and walked to the door leading back down into the castle.
“Vincent?” I asked, wondering what was going on.
We went down the stone staircase and turned in a direction that I didn’t recognize. Although I still didn’t know my way around the castle, I had gained a vague mental map of its sprawling layout. Vincent had just taken a brand-new turn, taking me down a corridor I had not ventured down during my time here.
After a few more twists and turns we ended up at a black wooden door in an unfamiliar part of the castle. Vincent snapped his fingers and the door unlocked and opened itself. As it swung open I saw a dark room beyond. We stepped inside and candles and lanterns lit themselves across the dark space, revealing a vast master bedroom decorated in beautiful gothic fashion.
A huge four-poster bed was over on the wall to our left, and the rest of the room was adorned with fine furniture, bookshelves that covered the walls, and many flickering candles. At the far end of the room huge windows looked over the forest and valley surrounding the castle. Light rain sprinkled across the glass and lightning forked through the black sky, sending dull vibrations through the castle as thunder followed after.
“Welcome to my room,” Vincent said, waving his hand to close the door behind us. “You are staying here with me tonight, slave.”
My heart fluttered in my chest at the invitation. I really felt like he was inviting me into his world. “What about my cell?” I asked.
“There will be no cell tonight. You can be the first person to look upon this room in many years. Tonight, you have finally proven yourself, slave. The tide is starting to change within you, I can feel it. I am going to finish claiming your body. I will finally take the part of you that has been waiting for me all this time. The part I have been hungering for.”
Breath stilled in me as I came to realize what he was proposing.
“Master, you mean—”
“Yes, slave,” he purred. “Tonight, I fuck you. All of you.”
Without another word he came towards me. He took me in his arms and kissed me hard. I was so fucking ready that I was trembling underneath his hands. I kissed him deep, opening myself up to him, shaking with the thrill of excitement.
He didn’t waste any more time. His hands moved down to the top of my dress and ripped it open, baring my breasts to the air. The dress hung from my body in tattered rags. His own clothes left his body with rapid speed, and in a matter of seconds we were only left in our underwear.
The vampire’s hands smoothed down around my ass and squeezed deep, pulling my cheeks apart and tracing his fingers down the backs of my thighs. My pussy clenched hard with the desire to finally be fucked.
He was really going to take my virginity.
My breath raced as he lifted me up and took me over to the bed, throwing me back on the mattress so that I bounced upon landing. He tore his boxers away from his body, leaving me to look at his glorious naked figure as he climbed on top of me. My panties were so wet now they were basically soaked through.
We were both driven by the fury of lust, driven mad from the amount of time we had waited. For the last three days I had been chained up in a dark room, desperately seeking an orgasm when I hadn’t been allowed one. I’d wanted his cock inside me all this time, despite everything else I’d felt. Now that I was finally getting my release, I couldn’t contain my arousal.
His shining red eyes opened up and darkened, like oil seeping through blazing coals. I saw his teeth grow to long shining points. The muscles in his body seemed to grow and tense, the veins coming to the skin slightly like every part of him was under strain. His erection swelled, looking like it had grown in size yet again.
He came down and kissed me, his body burning against my soft and tender flesh like hot marble on plump silk. His mouth moved over me with a fervor, from my lips to my neck, down to my tits to suck and tease my nipples.
I squeaked and gasped at the assault of pleasure, shaking with excitement as his hands tore my soaked panties away from my throbbing pussy. My smooth skin was slick with arousal, fully open and begging for him to claim me.
“Fuck me, master,” I pleaded. “Take me. Claim me.”
The wanting words didn’t go amiss. The strange fever that had taken hold of him only made his body changed more. His eyes became more feral. His muscles tensed and strained. I swear I even heard a deep growl rumble through his chest.
Was there a man left now, or just a vampire that was about to defile a limp and helpless doe?
He took his throbbing cock in one hand and speared it down, pointing the giant head towards my open pussy. He nestled the tip against my aching folds and inched in.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
“Master!” I gasped, slapping my hands onto his back and drawing my nails down the skin like claws. He inched his cock inside me, his solid shaft stretching my tight walls wide open as he slid all the way up to his hilt. Once there he held himself against me, and I tensed my tight pussy around him, unable to believe just how fucking good this felt.
Where had this been all my life?
“Mine,” he growled, drawing his hips back and pulling his cock all the way out to the tip. Once there he left it for a moment, his head kissing my slick and open folds. Then he thrust back in, deeper and faster. My eyes rolled back in my head and I felt my soul leave my body.
Hello heaven. I have arrived.
My mouth opened wide, my breath laced with moans of approval, pleasure, and downright ecstasy. My legs were spread open, up in the air, exposing myself to him, begging him to keep fucking as deep as he could. He thrust really deep and slow like that a few times, drawing all the way back to the tip before spearing deep again, almost like he was getting me ready for him.
And then it started, his hips fell into a rhythm, thrusting deep and slow at first.
Fucking his slave.
I cried out his name and felt electricity flutter through me from head to toe. How could something feel this good? He bent down low and kissed me, our mouths opening completely and our tongues crushing against one another.
My breasts squished against his rock-hard torso. One of his hands snaked up through my hair and balled it tight into his fist. The other hand moved up my front and gently squeezed around my throat.
He was choking me.
And fuck it felt good.
I could no longer keep my praise held back. With every thrust of his cock I had to sing my praises. I needed to let this man know how glorious he was.
“Yes, master!”
Thrust.
“Fuck me daddy!”
Fuck.
“Fuck it feels so good!”
We might have started slow, but at some point, the rhythm became violent and delirious, until his cock was slamming into me fast and hard, making me clench tight with every phenomenal thrust. Very quickly I felt the pressure building inside of me, pushing me towards the edge that I had been so desperately seeking.
“Beg for it, slave,” he growled, his eyes shining black like obsidian.
“Please, master,” I moaned. “Let me come. Please!”
His lips curled with a dark smile. He nodded his approval. “Come, slave.”
And then I came.
The orgasm shattered through me unlike anything else I had ever felt. It left me screaming for my master, kissing him hard and gaspi
ng like a girl demented. Universes exploded and collapsed in my mind. Constellations of fire erupted through every nerve ending, leaving me as a panting and shaking mess, a puddle of warmth, a fountain of absolute contentment.
Oh my god.
I clenched tight around him, my pussy riding a wave of elation that it had never felt before. He had given me everything I’d ever wanted and more, he broke me down, built me back up again, he left me never wanting to be away from him.
Now I just needed that one last thing. His seed inside of me.
“Come for me,” I begged, clenching tight to try and milk his cock dry. “Fill me, master. Fill me!”
I was so delirious with need that I didn’t care what words came out of my mouth. I just needed to feel him explode.
And I did.
With one last swell I felt his cock grow and harden. A final thrust buried him all the way and he held there, kissing me while his cock erupted in my pussy. I came all over again, my entire body tensing up so tight that I felt like I had taken off into another plane of existence.
He pumped deep, filling me with bursts of glorious molten fire.
In that entire time I clung to his body, rasping my elation through my hoarse throat and keeping my nails clamped firmly into the broad muscle of his back. I hummed with pleasure; I savored the feeling of his fingers as they delicately brushed the matted hair from my forehead.
We kissed, both joined together as one, the outside world a mere shadow in our memories, our two bodies the only objects in existence.
Bliss.
It came to a stopping point as I felt the last dregs of tension float away from my body. Every muscle relaxed and I sank into the mattress, feeling as if I was glowing from head to toe. I was floating somewhere far above human realms. Contentment was my ship, and I was fixed to its mast, the strong arms of my master wrapped around me, holding me while we soared over magnificent golden waters.
He rolled onto his back, pulling me into his torso and putting his arm around me. For the longest time we just lay there like that together, staring up at the ceiling in a silence that had never sounded so perfect before.