"What does it mean?" she could no longer keep herself from asking as they descended the stairs of her apartment.

  "Nothing you'd like to know," he said smoothly, "for now at least."

  "You just said that to drive me crazy, didn't you?"

  "Does it?"

  "You know it does," she growled.

  "Good."

  "No." And because she was just stubborn that way, she tried tugging her hand out of his hold again."It's not---"

  "I enjoy driving you crazy," Etienne murmured. "But if you do not like the way I'm doing it right now, then there are, of course, other ways..."

  She caught his gaze flicking to her mouth. Oh no. "Actually," she said quickly, "I think I'm good with this."

  Etienne's lips swiftly pressed together as he literally heard Spencer start gnashing her teeth, the sound of which oddly complemented the way her heart was pounding faster and harder against her chest.

  If it had been any other woman, he would have dismissed these things as mere signs of lust. But because this was Spencer...

  Could the other girl's words be true then?

  Was Spencer truly in love with him?

  But if she was...why had she chosen to sell her virginity instead of giving it to him?

  Spencer noticed her boss suddenly start frowning. "What?"

  "Have you ever had any lovers before me?" he asked abruptly.

  Whoa! Spencer literally tripped over her own feet at the suddenness of his question. "Where did that come from?"

  "Have you?"

  "None of your business."

  Dark eyes blazed at her. "You're my woman---"

  Don't get excited about that, Spencer! Don't!

  "Everything about you is now my business."

  A couple of possible comebacks to this immediately sprang to mind, but when she saw that they were about to step out of her apartment building, panic immediately kicked in, and she yanked him back. "Wait!"

  Etienne stiffened, seeing the frantic expression on her face. "What is it?"

  "The s-sunlight," she muttered jerkily. "Won't it...hurt?"

  Ah.

  He could see how hard she was struggling not to look concerned for him, but the haunted look in her eyes completely gave her away. And that was when he knew.

  Spencer couldn't help feeling self-conscious about the way her boss was staring at her again. "Okay, fine, I'm concerned. But again, it's no big deal. Okay? I may be a bitch, but I'm not completely without feelings---"

  "Spencer."

  "I just don't want you to go up in flames for no reason---"

  "Will you please shut up?"

  In a blink of an eye, she suddenly found herself backed against the wall, her body locked within the muscular cage of his arms. This close, she could feel the rough heat of his breath and see every sleek, sinewy curve of his biceps. This close, it was impossible not to remember that they were different. That he was not human. That he had fangs and drank blood to survive.

  This close, it was impossible not to remember just how in love she was with him...

  And so when he spoke---

  "I need your answer now, mi vavli, and know that whatever you say, it will change both our lives forever."

  Deep inside her heart, Spencer already knew.

  "Will you be my woman?"

  And she heard herself say shakily, "Yes."

  Chapter Six

  "Um...you're, um, going too fast," Spencer felt obliged to point out, "for a human."

  "It's fine," Etienne said curtly. "Your apartment building doesn't have any security cameras."

  "Oh. That's---"

  "Not good," he told her bluntly, "but it should be rectified soon enough."

  His words had her shooting a suspicious look at his direction. "Am I under surveillance?" she demanded.

  "Of course not." Not a lie per se, but the moment she had learned the truth about his kind, he had been obliged to inform the old bloods about this. From that point on, incognito Caros would be monitoring her every conversation to ensure she did not speak of their secret to any other human. The only time surveillance on her would cease was if he claimed her life in any of the three ways approved by the old bloods: slavery, death...or marriage.

  "Can we just please play it safe all the same?" she asked nervously.

  Seeing the genuine worry in her hazel eyes, Etienne reined his impatience in and deliberately slowed down to that of a normal human.

  "Thanks."

  "You worry too much," he couldn't help chiding.

  "I only just found out what you are," she retorted. "You should be glad I'm more concerned about keeping you alive than killing you."

  He had to smile at that. "Touché, mi vavli...however---" Dark eyes glinted down at her as they finally reached her apartment door. "I do not appreciate having to wait longer than necessary to have you in my arms---"

  "Um, about that." In the act of inserting the key into the lock, she turned around to face her boss and tried to reason with him one last time. "Don't you think we're, um, going a little too fast---"

  "I want you. Now. So it's your choice. Do I touch you here or in your room?"

  Spencer made a face. "You call that a choice?"

  "Then should I make the choice for you?" Etienne asked silkily.

  "On second thought," she backtracked right away, "I think I'll go with the former."

  Kiernan was still having breakfast at the small wooden table next to the kitchen when they entered the apartment, and Spencer's roommate nearly fell out of her chair at the sight of them.

  "Hey." Spencer tried her best to sound blasé about suddenly showing up in their apartment with their mutual boss in tow. "Mr. Hirsche---"

  "Etienne, mi valvi." The words, albeit spoken in a low, silky murmur, were still loud enough to have Kiernan's eyes widen all the more.

  Spencer glared up at her boss. Really? Did he really need to make her use his name now? Really?

  The annoyance on her face was too cute to ignore, and Etienne couldn't resist the temptation of further fanning the flames of her anger. "You are my woman now---" Said woman choked while her roommate started to grin. "And I am your man." The choking had now turned into a growl that would make any shapeshifter proud. "You must start calling me by my Christian name, unless of course..." Etienne raised a brow. "It is some kind of kink---"

  "Anyway..." Spencer practically found herself shouting just to drown the rest of his words off. "As I was saying---"

  Kiernan's grin widened at the way Spencer was having trouble meeting her eyes.

  "We, um, have private matters to speak of, so...if you'll excuse us..." Spencer didn't waste time dragging her boss with her to the bedroom, not wanting to give him even one additional second to make things more embarrassing.

  After locking the door, she whirled around, saying hotly, "Will you please---" Spencer forgot the rest of what she had to say.

  Because her boss - Etienne - was already naked.

  Oh, Caro speed, I love you.

  And then he was moving towards her, and by the time she finished gasping, he had already thrown her on the bed, and his fingers were moving inhumanly fast as he worked to divest her of her clothes. "Mr. H---"

  He growled down at her, and oh, the sound, terrifying as it was, only made her quiver all over, and when she finally managed to speak again, she was no longer able to keep herself from sounding breathless.

  "Etienne..."

  Triumph blazed from his dark eyes...just as he dispensed with the last piece of her clothing and he had completely bared her body to his side.

  Oh God.

  She tried to cover herself, but another growl of warning quickly had her arms falling limply back to her side, and all she could do was tremble and turn red all over as his ravenous gaze slowly devoured her from head to toe.

  "You're embarrassing me," she snarled under her breath.

  "No, mi vavli." The rasp in his voice had become even more potent, more seductive, and she could feel her breasts ache and strain up in helpless response.

  "I'm worshipping my woman's body..."

  Etienne saw her nipples tighten at his words, and his hunger for her grew.

  "And memorizing every inch of her..."

  He leaned over her, so impossibly big and sexy, and a whimper rose up her throat and tumbled past her lips in a soft, uneven sound.

  "Because all of it is mine."

  Her body arched against his, her softness touching his hardness for one tantalizing second.

  "And it's mine, isn't it, mi vavli?"

  "Yes." Spencer couldn't even think of lying. The moment she had felt the hair on his chest brush against her nipples, she had been completely lost, her whole being transported to a world where nothing but desire existed.

  Oh God, how she needed him. Wanted him. Loved him.

  And suddenly, all those months of helplessly aching for his attention, those countless nights where she would wish and wish that one day, she could wake up and see his beautiful face next to her in bed---all of it was suddenly bursting out of her, and she could no longer stay silent---

  "Etienne."

  It was just his name, but ah, the way she fucking said it, and the way she stared up at him with so much yearning...he had never had a woman look at him that way before. Had never cared to have a woman look at him in such a way, but because this was Spencer, it meant something. And suddenly, he could no longer hold himself back, could no longer think of anything past the all-consuming urge to pleasure her.

  "Etienne." This time, his name came out in a choked whisper, with Spencer suddenly finding herself showered with sweet, leisurely kisses that made her feel like melting and burning all at the same time.

  He nibbled on her lips like they were his favorite snack, but when his lips moved down to suck gently on her pulse, she couldn't help holding her breath, wondering if he would drink her blood again.

  Feeling her tense, Etienne said with a chuckle, "No, mi vavli. It will be different this time."

  The words confused her, but they faded soon enough when she felt his lips resume its movement, trailing down lazily until he was able to nuzzle the valley between her breasts. His hands also started moving, and the moment she felt him cup her breasts, she couldn't help lifting her head.

  Etienne glanced up the moment he sensed her gaze on him, and his balls tightened in arousal when he saw her wide-eyed gaze. He watched her watch him as he started kneading her breasts, gently at first to have her get used to his touch, and when he heard her sigh, he gripped her breasts hard and was rewarded by the sound of her breath catching as she once again gasped his name.

  "Etienne!"

  She couldn't help staring as his long, elegant fingers moved up and circle the erect buds of her breasts. The sight was so surreal, the thought that it was her boss, Etienne Hirsche, the man she had been secretly in love with for years...that it was him, fondling her breasts and playing with her nipples---

  Her throat tightened at the sheer wonder of it, and when his gaze captured hers while his mouth hovered dangerously close to one tightened tip..oh God...his mouth closed over it, and a shudder of the most exquisite pleasure flamed through her veins. Knowing that he - her Etienne - was watching her, while his tongue circled her nipple, it was just too, too much, and she found herself crying his name out between whimpers and moans.

  Etienne. God. Etienne.

  It wasn't his first time to have a woman watch him make love to her, but somehow it was different with Spencer. There was something about the way her lips seemed to part unconsciously, something about the way she couldn't take her gaze off the way his lips and tongue were toying with her nipple...just fucking something about it that was too pure and beautiful...

  His fangs were out in a flash, and in the next moment, he had her breast plumped up just before his fangs pierced the soft, firm flesh of her tit.

  "Aaaaah!"

  It was so completely unexpected that for several seconds she could only stare and shudder as he started drinking her blood from her breast while suckling on her nipple...and it felt so, so gooooooooood.

  A sob rose out of her throat as he moved to her other breast, and this time he squeezed it hard and made the globe of flesh jiggle in his hand like a toy---

  "S-Stop that!"

  But he only laughed. "Liar." And he proved this by squeezing her breast harder, and the rough gesture had a wanton cry spilling past her lips.

  "Nooooo...."

  Fangs flashed out.

  And then he was suckling her nipple while once again drinking again her blood.

  Oh God.

  Her head fell back, and she unconsciously clutched his massively broad shoulders when she felt something inside of her constrict and tighten, like sensations shaping itself into a pulsing, throbbing ball...

  "Come for me now, Spencer."

  And that ball liquified and exploded into a gush of feminine juices, her helpless cry bouncing against the walls of her bedroom as her body responded to his command. She came, and came, and came, came until she was all emptied out, and when she finally managed to pry her eyes open...

  Etienne was smiling down at her, and Spencer was immediately suspicious. "Are you---ah!"

  His fingers had started stroking the still-wet triangle between her legs.

  "Did you think we were already done?"

  Chapter Seven

  "The first thing you must understand about my kind," Etienne murmured, "is that we are addicted to pleasure." One finger thrust inside of her as he spoke, and Spencer could only gasp and tremble, her mind once again starting to unravel at the thought that it was Etienne penetrating her with his finger.

  "For every Caro, there is always one form of pleasure that will be more addictive over all the others, and for me..." Etienne's finger started to move. "It's all about this." And his finger went deep, so, so deep that she felt he had claimed even parts of her she never knew existed.

  "Having sex..."

  And his voice grew thick.

  "Fucking..."

  So, so thick with lust it had her whimpering.

  "As for the best type of fucking, I like it a lot when I hear my woman moaning..."

  And she did moan, just couldn't help but moan with the way he had punctuated the words with a deep, forceful shove of his finger.

  "While telling me..." Another finger thrust inside of her. "She wants me to do all the dirtiest things to her..."

  A third finger penetrated her without warning, and she cried out.

  "Do you want that, mi vavli?"

  Clouded hazel eyes lifted to his as she choked out, "Y-Yes."

  "Then say it clearly," Etienne rasped.

  "I want...I want you..." Her skin turned pink under his gaze, and he watched her swallow just before whispering shakily, "I want y-you to do all the dirtiest things to me."

  "Do you mean that?"

  "Yeeeeees."

  "Then if I tell you I need you to obey me without question every time I fuck you, will you do it?"

  Her body tightened at what he was asking for, and she could only sob out her answer. "I will."

  A fiendish smile curved over his lips, and Etienne purred, "Good girl."

  Oh God. Those words should've made her feel angered, shouldn't it? But instead she couldn't help moaning, her body deriving such decadent pleasure from Etienne calling her a good girl.

  "Shall we start, my little bauble?"

  Bauble?

  "It's what I've been calling you," Etienne crooned. "That's what mi vavli means. My bauble." Dark eyes glittered down at her. "Because that's what you are. My little bauble. And you don't mind. Do you?"

  Spencer could only shake her head. "No." And it was the truth. Maybe if it had been someone else, she would've. She had a feeling that even if it was someone who was as good in bed as that other party, she would still have minded. But there was just something about Etienne Hirsche...just something so sinfully irresistible about him that made her want to yearn to do every possible act of debauchery with him.

  "Good girl."

  She could only moan and writhe, the pleasure of having three fingers moving inside of her rendering her incapable of doing anything else.

  "No, don't close your eyes," Etienne commanded when he saw her eyes start drifting shut. "Lift yourself up on your elbows. Watch what I'm doing."

  Spencer could feel herself turning red as she raised herself on her elbows and watch at the way three of his fingers went in and out of her pussy. It had felt achingly good from the very start, but being ordered to watch it happen it and knowing whose fingers those were, oh, the pleasure had just magnified tenfold---

  Aaaah....ah...ah!

  Her voice came out in gasps and pants when a fourth finger was thrust inside of her, and Etienne now had one hand under her ass while his thrusting fingers were anchored by his thumb, which were slowly rubbing and teasing her clit into arousal.

  "Does it hurt?" Before she could answer, he pressed on, saying mockingly, "Maybe you want me to be gentler---"

  "No!" And the way her horrified gaze actually flew up to him in protest had Etienne's cock jutting out in response. "So you want it rough, mi vavli?"

  "Y-Yes---" And then she couldn't say anything anymore because he was doing as she had asked, and now it was just so much rougher, the smooth, steady pace of his earlier thrusts replaced by abrupt, forceful shoves that hurt so, so good.

  It was so unbelievably good that she could feel her eyes rolling back, but the moment her head started to fall, she heard him growl, "Keep your eyes on my fingers."

  And so her gaze snapped back to his fingers. Those beautiful, long fingers that seemed hell-bent on destroying her pussy, and the thought had her panting. Hard. How would it feel if that were to happen...and that was it for her.

  The moment she imagined his fingers ruining her pussy, it was all over for her, and blinding pleasure stealing her breath and making her body arch as love juices once again gushed out of her.

  "Etienne." She couldn't help sobbing his name as his still-thrusting fingers turned the pleasure into a relentless force and she began to fear her body would never be able to stop shaking, never be able to recover from this endless, dizzying heat that was threatening to make her pass out.

 

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