My Vampire Boss (Fantasy Men Book 1)

by Sloan Kincaid

  When the limo pulls up to my apartment building, I am half in the bag and have a difficult time getting out of the car and to the front door. The driver helps me, while completely ignoring the fact that I’ve ransacked the back of the car, and it’s all nearly falling out of my bag. He’s a sweetheart for not drawing attention to the fact that I’m a thief.

  Once I’m safely in my apartment, I collapse onto the sofa like a ragdoll. I toe off my shoes but don’t bother to take off my clothes. I curl up on my side, pulling the fuzzy blanket on the back over the top of me. It’s not the first time I’ve slept on the sofa after drinking too much over a man. But it is the first time I’ve ever been rejected by a vampire. And it sucks.

  3

  The dream comes again. But this time we aren’t in a nondescript room, we are in his apartment. I’m naked and quivering, pressed up against the glass of the floor to ceiling window. He’s behind me. I can’t see him because he won’t let me turn to look at him, but I can feel him, all over my skin, in every orifice.

  “You’re a bad girl, Natalie.”

  I lick my lips, unsure if I want to play this game any longer. Because I don’t know the rules.

  He slaps one ass cheek with the palm of his hand. I gasp from the shock of it, not because it hurts. It feels glorious.

  “You know what bad girls get, don’t you?”

  “Punished?”

  “Yes.”

  He slaps my other cheek. It sends a surprising ripple of pleasure over my body. I’ve never been spanked before. It’s a kink I could get behind.

  Rafe slaps his hand across my ass again and again, until my skin feels warm, almost sunburnt. I imagine if I looked in a mirror my cheeks would be a little pink. With every smack I gasp, until I’m anticipating it by sticking my ass out a little further. I like it. It makes me hot and wet between the thighs.

  “Open your legs.”

  When I do, he grips my ass cheeks and buries his face between them. He licks me from anus to clit and back again until I’m a quivering hot mess. He stands and reaches around to grasp my breasts in his hands. He kisses the back of my neck and along my shoulder, as one hand trails down my belly to cup my pussy. I bite down on my lip as he circles my clit with his deft fingers.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?” His voice is low and guttural, heavy with desire.

  “Yes,” I pant. “Yes. That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

  His hand leaves my breast, and I hear the sound of the zipper on his pants being drawn downwards. I glance over my shoulder, as he nudges the tip of his cock between my thighs. He keeps my gaze, his eyes shining like onyx, while he slowly enters me. He clenches his jaw until he’s fully seated inside.

  Then his hand is pressing on my back, forcing me forward as he thrusts hard and fast. I can barely get a breath as he rams into me again and again. His fingers work vigorously at my clit, rubbing and pinching. I close my eyes and press my forehead against the glass. Every muscle in my body clenches and trembles.

  I push back as he pushes forward until we are in a perfect alignment. Sweat drips onto my back as he works hard in me. As he ruts fast and deep. I gasp with each thrust of his body. My body no longer belongs to me. It’s his. I’m his. He owns me at that moment. In fact, he owns me in all things, and he knows it.

  I brace against the window as my body tightens, preparing for the big release that it wants so badly, that it was denied so horribly the other night. I’m out of control. I can’t end it even if I want to. Rafe has me in his claws, and I’m completely vulnerable to him. He can do whatever he wants with me, and I’ll let him.

  He buries one hand in my hair and the other grips my hip, his fingers digging into my flesh. I’m certain there will be bruises there, even when I wake up. He slams into me hard, filling me utterly, grunting as he does. He wraps his arm around my waist and holds me tight and close, his face pressed to the hollow of my neck.

  I want to look behind me, to see him, but I know what I’ll see. Fangs.

  He opens his mouth and clamps down on the side of my throat, his teeth sinking into my flesh. I feel the surge of blood the second it happens. And I’m lost to him. That’s what he was trying to teach me last night.

  I wake up, in a sweaty tangle of my blanket, a scream perched upon my lips. I swallow it back down as I roll onto my back and blink up at the ceiling. My neck is sore, and I rub it, certain I will find my fingers bloody, but they aren’t. He hasn’t bitten me.

  Not yet.

  My body aches with unreleased energy, or it could be the copious amounts of alcohol I drank. That’s definitely why my head pounds. I reach for my purse, take out the pilfered bottle of dark rum, and grab my cell phone. I’m calling in sick. There’s no way I can function at all in that office, not with reminders of Rafe Kenyon all around me, and the nosy questions from Sarah which I’m sure to get. I’ve only ever taken one sick day in seven years, so when I talk to my assistant Josh, he’s a bit surprised but doesn’t question me about it.

  I get up, take a few pain killers, strip off my clothes and crawl under the covers in my bed. It’s too bright out, too loud out, and all I want to do his hide from the day. Because I know when the sun goes down, I’m going to the Steel Cage. It’s all I can think about right now. The thought just keeps swirling around and around in my head. To be honest, I’m not sure it’s my original thought. It feels pressed upon like someone planted it in my mind. And I know without a shadow of a doubt who that was.

  Rafe Kenyon has gotten to me. Inside and out. Somehow he has marked me as his property and I am powerless to resist.

  By seven thirty I am dressed, this time in a teeny tiny dress, with a shrug and some kitten heels, and ready to go. I don’t know if Rafe will be at the club this early, but I don’t care. I will sit there until he shows up. When I get there, I rap on the black door and wait. It opens after only a few minutes and the big bald tattooed guy smiles at me.

  “Good to see you again.”

  “You remember me?”

  “I sure do, Natalie.” He opens the door wide for me and I walk in.

  The music is already cranked when I enter the main club. There are people everywhere. No more or no less than before. I even recognize some of them, as they wear the same clothes, have the same hair and makeup. It almost looks like they never left.

  I go up to the bar, and the bartender has already poured me a drink. Rum and Coke. He hands it to me with a smile. “It’s in the house.”

  “Why?”

  But he walks away without answering. I look around, wondering what the hell is going on. Why do these people know me all of a sudden? It has to do with Rafe that is for sure. I take my drink, and walk around the club, peering into the private alcoves. This time all the curtains are closed, and I can’t see past them. Every room seems occupied except for one. It’s empty, and the curtains are pulled back in an invitation. It’s the same room I saw Rafe and Claudia in the night before.

  I walk in and sit down on the leather bench. I drink my drink and listen to the music, wondering how long it will be before Rafe shows up, if he does at all. Maybe I am completely delusional chasing after him. Maybe last night was his definitive rejection of me, but I still can’t shake the feeling that I’m supposed to be here. That he wants me to be here, to wait for him.

  And wait I do. For over an hour. Happily, though, the drinks just happen to make their way over to me without having to ask. So, that’s all kinds of awesome.

  I’m on my third drink when Rafe steps into the room, filling it with his presence. He sits beside me as if we are out on a date, as if nothing transpired between us the night before. As if he knew I would be there eagerly waiting for him.

  “Good evening, Natalie.”

  His scent invades my nose, a mixture of vanilla, cinnamon, and something purely male. It makes me high, and I instantly feel aroused.

  “Good evening, Rafe.”

  His eyebrows go up at my cavalier response to him, and his lips twitch up into a small
smile. I like that I’ve surprised him.

  “Why are you here?” he asks.

  “To see you obviously.”

  “Why? Are you a glutton for punishment?”

  Images of last night’s dream flash in my mind, making my panties wet. “Maybe.”

  “I don’t have time for this, Natalie. I’m not some fantasy you can play out.”

  “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Sure you do.” He cups my cheek in the palm of his hand and rubs his thumb over my lips. “You dream about me almost every night, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “What do you want from me?” He continues to rub his thumb over and over. “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  I nod, my heart hammering in my throat. I sense his anger, and I don’t know what to do about it.

  “And what will you give me, Natalie?”

  I meet his gaze, try to see inside his mind. I feel like if I give the wrong answer, he’ll send me away again. I don’t want to be sent away. Ever again. I feel like my place is here, with him, beside him, doing what he wants me to do.

  “I want to serve you,” I say breathlessly.

  I must’ve given him the answer he wants to hear because he smiles, and it’s genuine and warm. He pulls my face to his, and gently brushes his lips to mine. I sigh into him, eager to taste everything about him. Suddenly urgent to taste him, to devour him, I nip and nibble on his mouth. He cups both my cheeks and deepens the kiss, parting my lips with a long, thorough sweep of his tongue.

  I moan into him as my tongue matches all his movements, flicking and dipping between his soft lips. Shivers radiate down my back. Goosebumps rise on my skin. And the tingle between my thighs intensifies to a deep throb keeping time to my pounding heartbeat.

  The man can kiss, that’s no lie. I’ve never felt the zing go from the top of my head to the tips of my toes before. It’s forceful and dizzying. Everything around me fades into the background. It’s like my dream all over again. All I can see, all I can feel is Rafe.

  He makes me feel giddy and frantic. Heat envelops me like an inferno. My clothes are way too constricting. I need them off immediately, or I might combust into flames, to burn into ashes.

  Without breaking contact with his mouth, I tear at my shrug, whimpers of urgency escape my lips. As if sensing my need or finally succumbing to his own, Rafe helps me with the rest of my clothing.

  He makes short work of my dress by rending it in two with a swift yank of his hands. I gasp, sad for the loss of one of my favorite dresses but please to finally be free of the constricting fabric. I’m braless, and my tits happily bounce free.

  Gripping me around the waist, he lifts me easily and settles me on his lap with my legs straddling either side of his thighs. Pressing kisses to my chin, he makes his way down my throat—phantom pain erupts there from my dream, making me so fucking wet—to my collarbone and finally to my breasts. When he sucks one rigid nipple into his wet mouth, my eyes roll back in ecstasy.

  Eager for more, I push my tits into his mouth, urging him on with moans of delight. He suckles at one peak then lavishes the same attention on the other, biting down with the edge of his fang. Jolts of pain rush over my body to settle into a smoldering mass of pleasure right at my center. He’s driving me mad with the contradictions he pulls from my body. Pain and pleasure meld into one beautiful palpable thing that spreads all over my body.

  Frantic for him, I tear at his shirt, wanting to feel the smooth flesh I know that’s there. I expect him to chastise me for ruining his expensive shirt, but he just smiles as I rip open the buttons and stroke my hands over the hard muscular planes of his chest. My eager fingers trail over the thick muscles and down the line of his sternum to just below his navel to the waistband of his pants. I have to touch his cock. I need it like I need the next breath of oxygen.

  He sucks in a breath as I make short work of the button on his pants. “You’re skilled. I like that.”

  “You are too. I like that, Mr. Kenyon.”

  With a devilish grin, he shows me one of his skills by sucking hard on my pebbled nipple. I wrap one arm around his neck and let him feast on my flesh. I wonder if it’s too soon to ask him to bite me. My other hand is hungry to feel his cock, so I slide my fingers through the open gap in his pants and find him, hot and hard. I expected nothing short of velvet wrapped steel.

  His moans increase as I, gripping firmly, stroke his rigid length from base to tip. I rub my thumb over his silky smooth head glorying in the sensations that I feel ripple through him. I have some power here, and I like it. It’s not all one-sided.

  Closing his eyes, he bites down on his bottom lip and hisses, “I’m going to fuck you hard.”

  “Good.”

  I relinquish my hold on him, slide off his lap and quickly dispatch both his pants and my panties. As I stand before him he presses an open mouth kiss to my navel, trailing his tongue over my skin in small circles. I drop my head back, reveling in his exploration of my body. He kisses and nips at my hip bones, and dips his tongue into my belly button until I can take no more. I have to have his cock inside me now. I don’t want to come without him.

  He must sense my neediness, because he moves his hands down over my ass, feathering his fingertips over the sensitive skin. Circling my inner thighs, he slowly strokes upwards to the heat between them. I suck in a breath as he slips his fingers into my pussy, exploring every inch, sliding into every crevice.

  “I’ve been waiting for this for months.”

  Pleasure swirls over me like a tsunami. Helpless to fight the bombardment of it, I let it take me up and flip me around. I grab onto his head with both hands as he buries two fingers deep inside, filling me, expanding me, preparing me. But I’m beyond ready. Have been from the first dream of Rafe in the boardroom. And I’m pretty sure he knows it.

  “Jesus, you’re so fucking wet.”

  He removes his fingers and slides them into his mouth, sucking off my come. I groan at the sight of his mouth working around his fingers. Wrapping one arm around my waist, he grips his cock and guides me onto him. Torturously, he lowers me, when all I want to do is slam down on him hard. I grit my teeth against the urge and allow him to control this first encounter. Although I suspect he’s been controlling every thought I’ve had of him from the beginning. I dig my fingers into his shoulders, savoring the delicious torment.

  Once I’m fully seated, he digs his fingers into my hips and finds my mouth. He kisses me hard, feasting on my lips. I can feel his frenzy and grind my pelvis against him, impatient to find release. He owes me a big one. An explosive ball of intensity throbs deep inside my cunt. It won’t take much for me to get off.

  Every time I push up with my thighs, Rafe pulls me down, thrusting hard, thrusting deep. He nuzzles his face into my neck, and I wonder if he can smell my blood rushing through my veins. I wonder how I’ll taste to him. Like candy, I hope. Or heroin, so he won’t be able to stop after one bite.

  Just the thought of him biting me jacks me up. My cunt squeezes around his cock. I’m so fucking close I can almost taste it. He must know how close I am because he slides a hand down between us and nestles his knuckle against my clit. I grind down on his hand, seeking my release. He pushes me up off his cock, so just the tip tickles me inside, and then he yanks me down while thrusting his hips forward. His cock fills me completely; I almost gag on it. He does this again and again until I can barely breathe. Every time I come down, his knuckles rub on my clit, sending jolts of electric pleasure up my body.

  “I’m going to come,” I whimper.

  Rafe grips me tight, pressing me close, then clamps his mouth along the curve of my neck and sinks his fangs into my flesh. In that instant, I orgasm, and it’s the most intense explosive thing I’ve ever experienced in my life. I clamp my eyes shut and bite my lip as surges of pleasure scrape me to the bone. I can barely handle it, and I struggle a little, but Rafe traps me there, keeping me on his cock, as he continues to fuck me silly.


  The pain of his bite washes away into pleasure and only intensifies every single sensation I’m experiencing. I rake my nails over his shoulders and groan loudly. I can barely hold on. Everything is going white and black, and white again. I drool as my body convulses, until finally, he thrusts one last time—rutting so deep I nearly scream—and orgasms.

  I ride his wave and milk him dry, until we are both panting, completely spent. I press a kiss to his lips, tasting my blood inside his mouth, then untangle myself from him to splay across the leather bench. It’s then that I am fully aware that we are being watched. There are four people, three men, and one woman, at the opening to the alcove; they look almost as sweaty and breathless as we are. Another day, I might have grabbed the tattered remnants of my dress to cover myself, but as it is, I’m way too exhausted and warm and malleable like melted rubber to give a shit.

  I lift my arm and wave at them. “Enjoy the show?”

  The woman smiles. “Yes, you were spectacular.”

  “Thank you.” And I have a sudden urge to laugh. The situation is odd and surreal. I honestly can’t believe I just had sex in front of a bunch of strangers.

  “Do you need help with…?” She points to my neck.

  I touch the tender spot to find that the puncture holes are closed and already healing. My fingertips are only slightly tainted red. “No, I’m good, I think.”

  One of the men hasn’t stopped staring at my body; his gaze nearly gobbles up my pussy. “Can I have a go?”

  Rafe glares at him, and I swear his eyes actually glow. “She’s not on the menu. Ever.”

  The man nods, then turns and walks away. The others follow him.

  I watch as Rafe pulls on his pants, and shrugs back into his shirt. He picks up my ruined dress. “I apologize for this. I will buy you a new one.”