Crimson Desire (12 page)

Or I would love to tie her to a horse and smack its ass and watch her try and keep up with it. Now that would be comical. However, she might be as fast or even faster than the horse since she’s a vampire and all. Damn. Why can’t my scenarios have a happy ending for me at least?

Give her a bad hair day? See Priscilla laugh at her tangled locks? Wow, Lily, that was low. Real low. And not funny. Not funny at all. Am I losing my charm? My comical touch? Was being in her castle changing me? I didn’t know, but I had to get out somehow. Someway. Sometime soon.

Sang groaned, and I stared intently at his face, searching for signs of waking. His eyes fluttered slowly and then opened, and he peered up at me. He coughed and sputtered but as soon as his crimson eyes met mine, a wide smile graced his lips.

“Lily,” he breathed in relief. “You’re here. You’re here. It’s really you!” He shot up, eyes never leaving me, his hand finding mine.

“Yeah, I’m here. All in one piece.” I tried to sound happy.

His expression turned cynical as he scrutinized my body. “Pfft. What in the world are you wearing?” He laughed. Hard.

I puffed out my cheeks in an attempt not to blow up. “I’ll have you know I woke up in this. At least I’m not naked.”

He looked at himself and began to laugh again. “Yeah, but at least I’m not in that!” He pointed a finger at me like a child just to get on my nerves, I swear.

As he laughed, he coughed again and blood spurted from his mouth. I pat his back and asked, “Are you all right? Take it easy.”

Sang stopped coughing and crossed his legs. “So, where are we?”

I narrowed my brows. “What’s that question supposed to mean? We’re in the castle. Duh.”

“No, I mean, where in the castle?”

I paused and replied, “I don’t really know. A basement?”

Sang uttered, “The torture chamber.”

“You’ve been here before?”

He nodded. “Why are we in here?”

“Well, after we were captured, they separated us, and you were in some kind of trance.”

He licked his lips. Mine were dry too. “They tortured me,” he said and felt his torso. He winced.

“I don’t know what’s happening, but you better feel better soon. I gave you a lot of my blood,” I told him.

“You did, huh? Thanks.” He flexed his arms and sighed. “So we’re stuck here.”

“Pretty much.”

“You do look sexy in that outfit, if I do say so myself,” he commented in a fake southern accent.

I blushed. “Says the one who’s ass naked.”

“Hey, I was unconscious.”

“So was I!”

We stared at each other for a good while until he broke the silence and kissed me long and hard. I didn’t care he’d just coughed up blood. I savored the rich, coppery taste.

I nibbled on his lower lip, drew a drop of sweet carmine blood, and lapped it up. Sang’s icy hands tore off my bra and threw it on the ground, letting my breasts bounce free. With one hand he supported my back while the other danced in my hair lovingly.

His tongue darted around my areola; he licked and teased the hardening bud of my nipples. I moaned as he attached his whole mouth onto my left breast and suckled like a child from its mother, raw and unrestrained. His fangs nicked the flesh, and he swallowed the blood that oozed out like syrup.

I tumbled over with him still firmly locked onto my chest, groaning with delight as his mouth worked its magic. His teeth sawed my nipples, and I arched my back as they throbbed and sang with pleasure. He detached his mouth from my nipple and laced both his hands with mine.

Sang seized one of the garter belts between his teeth, bit through it, and then proceeded to the other one until he took the line of the thong within his mouth and slid it off of me. I grunted with bliss as his hard cock pressed into my opening, and he thrust inside. We rode together like a knight and his steed, me being the mare in heat as I clamped onto his member and let it slide in and out of me in a rhythmic beat as if we rode a wave of rock music. He came rushing inside me in a current of thick juices.

I hungrily captured his mouth with mine and crushed my lips against his as he stayed inside me and then drew out slowly. We intertwined our bodies as if tied by a bow and lay together, our foreheads touching lightly.

Our breaths were labored as we regained our composure. I smoothed his hair from his face, sticky with sweat, and smiled as he slipped out of me and tied his legs around mine.

I could hear footsteps reverberating on the walls and stared pointedly at Annabelle as she descended the stairs, heels clinking, and came to stand directly above us. She knelt onto the floor, attention focused solely on the two of us in our affectionate position.

Jealously roped her aura as it slithered around us like a deadly green serpent and settled back onto her. I stared her in the eyes, unafraid of what she might do or say, just satisfied with Sang and my lovemaking.

“The outfit I bought you is ruined I see,” she said in dry disappointment. “It was quite expensive, too. But, oh, well, I have more than enough means to buy a new one.”

“Master,” Sang breathed, face flushing a ghostly white. “Why are you here? I mean, um, what brings you here?” Embarrassment hung high in his tone.

“I came to see how my sweet Chester is doing after his torture.” She reached out a hand, and Sang flinched. She withdrew it. “He seems fine after being with Lily, I see.”

I snorted. “Of course he’s fine. He has me.”

She began to unbutton her shirt with her long nails and tossed her head so that her ponytail whipped back and forth. I watched with interest as her shirt fell to her feet, and she announced in a matter-of-fact voice, “You better not be done yet, because I’ve come to join you.”

My jaw must’ve dropped ten fucking feet, because I was done and so not in the mood for her right now. “Actually, we’re finished,” I told her truthfully. I was not playing around now. Not with her.

Her right eye twitched, and she sighed, “Oh, I see then. She collected her shirt from the ground and stood. “Then you can spend the next three days in here.” She turned so she wasn’t facing us. “Come, Chester”

Sang scrambled to his feet and hurried in front of her. “Sang,” I yelled, confused. “What are you doing?”

He gave me a despondent look, crimson eyes glazed over. Oh no. He was under her control again, wasn’t he?

Annabelle chuckled. “This is what you get for being rude to me, Lily. Chester and I will enjoy the night while you are alone here in this chamber. I will send for Grey to come and personally punish you.”

“I really don’t get how I was rude, but you can suck my dick, okay?” Great. Just great. Me and my big mouth.

She hollered angrily, “I am in control here, and you are not! Oh, I am so addicted to you, yet sometimes you can get so much on a woman’s nerves. And now you’ll pay for that.”

I tried to stand but by legs wouldn’t move. “You can’t,” I uttered.

“I am,” she said with a flourish and left with Sang, shutting the door and leaving me all alone in the silent darkness.

Damn. I hated being alone. Especially in the dark.

Lord Grey was dressed in a purple suit that fit his aged figure perfectly. His hair was combed back and styled, and his piercing steel eyes seemed to peer into my very soul as he examined me as I sat on the ground naked. I didn’t care, though. He could look at me as much as he wanted. It just boosted my self-esteem as a sexy vampiress.

He spoke, “I see you’ve done something rather impertinent again, haven’t you?”

I replied, “Yeah, I guess I have.”

He sighed and scratched his chin. “I was ordered to punish you, but I don’t feel it’ll have any effect seeing as how the last time did almost nothing to you.”

I stared at his fingers which clutched his tie tightly. Was he nervous? His left foot tapped against the floor, and he chewed his bottom lip. Hm.

He went on, “I actually want to tell you something, if you’ll listen.”

I asked, “What do you wanna tell me?”

He smiled. “I want to tell you about Annabelle and who she is. I have known her for a great deal of time and have come to understand that her circumstances have shaped her far more than anything else in this world.”

I nodded. “Okay, tell me about her then.”

“Very well. You do know that she is a real queen, right?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Well, now you know. Anyway, as a young heiress, Anna was full of vigor and happiness. She loved helping tend the garden and going for horse rides. However, she was very intrigued with the knights of the time, but her social status kept her from studying in that area and her gender restrained her even more so.

“Anyway, since she couldn’t become a knight, she resigned herself to becoming a benevolent queen who ruled her country with compassion and empathy after reading many fantasy books. She loved her mother, father, and little sister dearly and studied hard to become the queen she so aspired to become. But one day she woke to not the serene quiet morning she was used to but of yelling and screaming and fire. People from a neighboring country had seized the castle and captured her father and little sister. In an attempt to save her, Anna’s mother hid her away in the torture chamber in the ground and then went to meet her death at the hands of the new queen and king.

“Anna spent days in the basement all alone, and when she was finally found, she was thought to be a poor peasant, and they spared her life. She was thrown on the streets where she was to fend for herself, a rich, privileged girl now reduced to a groveling slave. It was ridiculous in itself. She struggled and was beaten and raped for not working on time. She had to sew and learn to do work a woman was supposed to know, and she hated it. Mind you, she was only nine when this all happened.

“Men took advantage of her beautiful physical appearance which only grew with age, and she was sold to the beds of lowly men just to scrape by and survive.

“But Annabelle’s resolve had not been broken. And one day she would rise again and take revenge on all those who had wronged her.

“She became a vampire by chance. One of the men she slept with had turned her, because he wanted to immortalize her beauty, but she quickly killed him and began to exact her revenge. Well, she did, and she took it upon herself to hate men but not all—your Sang always had a spot in her heart that she couldn’t give into. Over the years, she grew bitter and power-stricken, and now, she wants more power to get revenge on the person who killed her family and who just so happens to be a very powerful werewolf.

“And she needs you to do it, because you seem to boost her in some way. You compliment her power and make her stronger, and she adores you, you know. You may not realize it, but she has come to love you, she really has.”

I was stunned. She had been through so much, and I had just thought she was a cold bitch by nature. And, she liked me, huh? Well, maybe I could help her but just with this one thing. Then I’d go home and be done with her for good.

I said, “I’ll help her.”

Grey was speechless. “Really? You will?”

“Yeah.”

He cracked his knuckles. “Good. Because this is what she instructed me to do, not punish you. So, now you will come upstairs and get ready as we are leaving very soon to confront that werewolf.”

I swallowed hard. Everything was happening so fast. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

I went upstairs with Grey in the lead and went into Annabelle’s room. She immediately showered me with kisses and hugged me as if we’d been apart for decades. I breathed deeply when she let me go and sat on the bed beside her as she began to speak, “Oh, Lily, I’m so happy to see you.”

It’s only been ten minutes, I wanted to say.

I stared fixated at Annabelle. She was out of her riding uniform, and she wore a stunning dark green dress with sparkling sequins and intricate lace around the hems. Her obsidian locks were free and fell smoothly down her back in one thick wave. The dress was snug on her body and fit her like a glove. It showed prominent cleavage, and I found myself trying to avert my eyes from that. I sat silently as she rummaged through her closet, fishing through dress after dress.

I guessed she searched for a dress for me, as I was naked. Sang was in the room, and he was handsomely fitted into a long sleeve black shirt with golden buttons and matching pants. Black leather boots were laced to his knees, and a creamy ruffle was tied to his neck. He was so delicious in that attire and I just wanted to run over and kiss him on the lips hard but then that might be rude to Annabelle.

I wondered if he was still under her spell and waved a finger. His eyes were still glassy, so I took that as a yes and bowed my head. Why didn’t she release him? Why was he still under her control?

“Yes! Here it is!” she exclaimed happily. I watched as she walked over to me with a black dress in hand. It was a ball-gown and was beautifully crafted with lace and spiraling designs that curved and ran along the entire length. It had a petticoat inside, was sleeveless, and had a sweetheart neckline encrusted with rubies. Annabelle motioned for me to stand, and I did and put my arms over my head as she slipped the dress onto me.

It settled onto my body, and I admit I was a bit uncomfortable without any underwear, but the dress made up for that with its gorgeous appearance. Annabelle moved me over to the mirror where I gazed into it and gasped at my reflection. I was like a movie star with this dress. She took out a pair of glittering high heels and buckled them onto my feet. I was a bit upset that they were high-heels but was I to do? They completed the outfit beautifully.

She snapped her fingers, and Sang rubbed his temples and whipped his head around the room like a lost puppy. When he saw me, he rushed over and embraced me tightly.

“Lily, you look so…so lovely,” he said breathlessly.

I felt my cheeks heat up and played with the ruffle around his neck. He examined himself and said he looked like Darius, to which we both laughed. Annabelle paced back and forth and stopped before us as our lips connected in a small kiss, and we quietly broke apart.

“What are we doing?” Sang asked no one in particular.