Dark Conquest - Rosa (Vampire romance) (Erotic romance) (3 page)

I had the strangest dream.
That bed again and a man standing between my spread legs wearing a hooded robe so couldn’t see his face – was it Anton?  All my instincts said it was. 

I woke in a sweat with my sex aching and the wounds on my neck itching like mad.  What was this
, I wondered rubbing them?  But the strangest part of all was my intense need to go back there and that was weird because that need had nothing at all to do with Jane.  It was if I was being compelled, called even.

I gave it until lunchtime
.  I went to work at the café, for the afternoon shift as was usual on a Monday and every spare moment I got I rang Jane’s mobile.  Nothing – not even her I’ll-call-you-back message.  I rang her work but Nancy, the shop Manager, simply reminded me that Jane had the week off.

As
a last resort I rang Jason again but he was busy with a client and to be honest he sounded a bit put out by me bothering him like this at work.  He never used to be – time was when he’d be only too pleased to hear my voice.  Perhaps he really is moving on.

Now I really am desperate.  Something has happened to Jane otherwise
, mad at me or not, she’d have rung back.  There really is only one thing I can do, I’m going to have to go back there and confront Anton.

I’m just picking at a tuna salad
for my tea when there’s a bang at the door.  It’s Jason and he’s clutching a pile of printouts.

“I knew I’d heard of that place,” he says placing a perfunctory kiss on my cheek.  “And I’m surprised neither of you two twigged either.”

“What?”  I splutter putting the plate of food down.  “Dorlan Grange, means nothing to me - is it famous or something?”

“Yes it
is,” he replies a grim look on his face.  “I bet you didn’t know it figures on the top twenty list of the most haunted houses in England?”

I go cold. 
No, I didn’t and why hadn’t that fact come up during my internet search?  But somehow this little nugget doesn’t surprise me.   Is that why I had those feelings about the place?  Or was I just being stupid?

“Can we go somewhere to eat,” I ask him completely out of context.  “That place on the corner will do.  I fancy steak, good and rare.”  I lick my lips and smile pleadingly at him.

“Don’t be stupid we’ve got stuff to sort out,” he frowns.   “And anyway you don’t eat meat, remember,” he snorts.

Well I need to start and soon, I decide.

“The haunting at that house has being going on for decades, centuries even,” he continues.  “Eventually the place was closed up by one of the owners but somehow or other it became inhabited again.  Over the past thirty years there’s been nothing but before that, it had some reputation, believe me,” he said thrusting the paperwork at me.  “Read it and text that friend of yours to get the hell out of there, if that’s where she is,” he warned.

I looked at the articles.  Most of them were just salacious rubbish from the headline grabbing press but some of it was weird and one sto
ry in particular made me shudder.

Just after the Second World War a couple had bought the place. 
Odd because Anton’s family had supposedly been in residence for the entire life of the place. 

The wife, a pretty young woman, apparently disappeared.  She went to bed early one night feeling unwell and when her husband went up she was gone.  She was never found, no body, no evidence of foul play, nothing.
  Eventually the husband was charged with her murder but he went crazy in prison and hanged himself.

Shit! 
The first bit, about the young wife is exactly what had happened to Jane!  One way or another we had to get her out of there – if she was still alive.

I was shivering again
.  Surely Anton wouldn’t harm Jane, I was being irrational.  This disappearance, murder, whatever it was had happened years ago, way before Anton was even born.

But Jane was missing and t
hen there was what had happened to me.  I couldn’t just forget about that, the brute used me like a piece of meat.  Could we storm in there and get Jane back?  He was only one man, well there was also Addams but he was too old to put up much of a fight.  So could I persuade Jason to
come back with me and help?  Well I could try.

I was relying on him again but
he agreed at once.  I feel so guilty.  If only I’d fancied Jason a bit more he would have been perfect for me.  But the chemistry just wasn’t there – not like with Anton. 

I really need to get that guy out of my mind.  But t
here he is in my head again, filling it with images.  But I can’t pretend I don’t fancy the pants off him because I do.  When Anton looks at me with those eyes I’d do anything, submit utterly to his most base, sexual desires - and isn’t that exactly what I’d done? 

“Me and Jane, we won’t forget this, Jace,” I said stroking his arm as we approached the motorway junction.  “It takes a couple of hours, that’s all.  We’ll scout around for a bit and look for anything, any evidence at all that Jane might still be there.”

Jace agreed.  But he was angry, I knew him and if he met Anton then he’d tackle him head on.  I could only hope that my handsome hunk kept quiet about our little tryst.  There was no way Jason would understand about that.

We left the car in the same place and Jason studied the immediate area for any clues, anything at all. 

“Drag marks in the mud,” he said eventually.

“My case,” I told him.  “So don’t get excited.  I don’t think it’s going to be quite that simple.”

We started the trek up the dirt track and I’ll swear it’s even more overgrown than it was yesterday.  “Jace don’t let’s split up in there,” I plead.  “Can we look together please - I don’t care how long it takes.”  He takes my hand – shit I feel so guilty about using him like this. 

The front door is open and squeaks loudly as Jason pushes it wide.

“Addams, Anton,” I call out into the gloom of the hallway.  But no one answers.  The hallway virtually sparkled with light the day we arrived but now it’s grey, dusty, quite neglected in fact.  I don’t understand it and even wonder if we’d got the right place.

The further into the house we went the more obvious it became that it was
totally uncared for.  There was peeling paint and sprawling damp patches on the walls.  The large sitting room where we walked through the French doors to eat on the terrace was dirty and cold.  The once sumptuous furnishings were damp and stained with mildew.  I couldn’t get my head around any of this.  What the fuck had happened in the space of just a few hours?

“This is freaky
, no this is way beyond freaky,” I exclaim gripping Jason’s hand even tighter.  “This place was immaculate, beautiful in fact.  There was a butler - the whole house reeked of big money having been spent on it.”  I spin around this can’t be real.  “How can things change so much in such a short time, Jace?  What’s going on?”

There was a noise.  Jason said it was a
loud scream but I heart more a clang.  He darted off towards the staircase taking the steps two at a time. I watch him and groan – what happened to staying together?

“
Rosa,” a deep, seductive voice calls out from behind me.

All sorts of things go
through my mind at that moment, horror, fright but all tempered by wild frenzied need.  I had to get a grip.  None of this was real, it couldn’t be.

“I knew you’
d come back to me,” he whispers in my ear before kissing my lobe then going down my neck.  “You find it impossible to stay away.  You belong with me, don’t you Rosa?”

Anton,
who else.  He turns me gently to face him and I shiver.  He is so beautiful and my response to him is instant.  I’m throbbing and I’m wet and whatever he did before I want it all again and that makes no sense.  Shit I’m one fucked up tart!

I don’t know how it happens but
suddenly we’re somewhere else, deep within the house cellars in some sort of dungeon.  I’m aware and I’m trying very hard to stay this way.  I start to mentally sing to myself, sound the words to current pop songs in my head – that should keep me awake.

“I want you to be mine,” he intones again running his luscious lips down my neck.  The touch of his mouth is wonderful, sensual and se
xy and makes me growl with hunger.

“Make love to me, Anton,” I say.  “I want to feel, to know
what it’s like this time, so please don’t let me sleep,” I beg.

He laughs and shakes his head.  “Don’t you remember how it was before,” he asks
, his eyes dancing over my body.  “I stripped you, laid you there,” he nods to a cushioned bench.

Yes he
did, didn’t he, and now I don’t seem to mind.  But I couldn’t remember the detail.  I have only sketchy impressions of our time together.  My mind suddenly fills with pictures, with sensations and I cry out with need.  I can see him fucking me, lunging in and out in a steady rhythm.  How can that be, how can I suddenly recall this?  Then for one crazy moment I get the distinct impression that this gorgeous enigmatic man has put that image into my head.  But ordinary men don’t have that power, do they?

“You are lovely naked,
Rosa.  I loved the look and feel of your breasts and I loved how your innocent vulva responded to my tongue and my hands.”

I blush,
vulva
, who calls it that these days.

“Take off your clothes for me,” he asks loosening the belt of my jeans.  “Give yourself to me willingly and I won’t disappoint you.”

God he’s hot, smouldering in fact from those deep, dark eyes and all down that well honed masculine body.  I look at the tight fitting denims he’s wearing and see the bulge between his legs.  I know what’s in there is huge and I feel a pulse of blazing heat shoot right up my pussy, right where I want that cock of his.

I grab hold of the hem of my tee shirt and yank it over my head shaking my long hair back into place as I throw it to the floor.

He slips the straps of my bra and slides his hand under the cups.  I squeal, he’s circling and pulling at my nipples and sending the most delicious feelings down my belly to my clit.  I’m desperate, I struggle with my jeans finally hauling them off my legs and standing before him with my bra round my waist and my white, cotton knickers stuck to my body with my dampness.

“Remove everything,” he orders.

I obey throwing my underwear the same way as the all rest.  He lifts me onto the bench and spreads me wide.  He must see the damage he caused the last time but it makes no difference he slams two fingers deep into me and I scream out.

“Quiet sweet
Rosa,” he demands sweeping his thumb over my clit.  “I want you silent. 

He’s loosening his jeans then I watch as they slip to floor and he steps out of them.  His boxers are snug fitting.  Shit, he’s big.  I groan - a bit more foreplay wouldn’t go amiss.  But he’s obviously not in the mood. 
He stands between my open legs and his fingers work me, spread me massaging into my wetness.

He slips his boxers down and the monster springs free.  I’d worked out that he was big but there was no way I was prepared for this.  His penis was like a huge swirling snake with a life of its own.  The head alone was several inches in diameter and his balls were large and hung uncomfortable low below his rapidly swelling dick.  This wasn’t normal – wasn’t
human
.  There, I’d thought it.  I’d finally admitted to myself that, incredible as it was, Anton wasn’t quite human. 

I wanted to scream but I was
somehow rendered speechless.  I moved my mouth but no sound came out.  Anton laughs and places the crown of that hideous thing at my entrance then rubs it hard along the length of my sensitive, slit.  I felt him nudge my anus then along my entrance between my still swollen pussy lips to my bruised clit.   He rubs furiously against my nub and I close my eyes trying to blot out the humiliation as he grins at me.

Horror,
pain, passion and need all combine inside me and turn me into a quivering mass of lust.  Despite what I think, despite my pussy being so sore, I need him to fuck me.  I want him to fuck me more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire life.

Then h
e’s there, pushing that thing into my hole.  I tense, I wince then he slides inside me, all the way in, balls deep and I wail with a mix of pleasure and pain.

Anton leans forward and grips my arms holding them above my head as he thrusts into me.  I can’t move under him, all I can do is lift my legs and straddle his waist.  This has the effect of forcing him deeper, knocking the crown of his dick against my cervix.  He’s merciless taking his pleasure, using me again.
  But I don’t care.

“You’re close,” he rasps.  “You’re going to cum for me,
Rosa.”

How does he know that?  Confident sod!  How does he know I’m not lying here outraged by his actions?

“Cum for me now, child,” he demands thrusting into me hard and slavering over my neck.

I feel him hard and deep and my vagina convulses with delight. 
He’s right, I am going to cum, any second now I’m going to explode in a mess of sexual gratification.  He’s heaping kisses over my throat, licking at the scratches.  It has the effect of intensifying what’s happening down there.