Dark Conquest - Rosa (Vampire romance) (Erotic romance) (4 page)

I can’t stand it, the pleasure’s too much.  I feel his teeth graze my skin and scream into his hair.  His penis plunges in and out fast and furious and his teeth sink into the soft skin of my neck.  I raise my hips and
lose it.  I’m hovering on the edge of oblivion, a tidal wave of sensation and emotion rocks my very core as I float off into a dreamy orgasmic state.  Seconds later I feel him shoot his hot, sticky seed high into my passage and drift off to sleep.

 

Chapter 4
 

I’m deliriously happy.  Anton lifts me tenderly from the bench and cradles me in his arms like I was a mere infant.

“You will stay here with me.”   He kisses my mouth lightly as if to seal this bargain.

I nod but secretly know that I can’t.  I have a job, a flat, a life and then there’s still the problem of Jane.

He carries me up to the sitting room and it’s sparkling again.  The French doors are open and the lace curtains waft gently in the summer breeze.  This is unreal.

“I came here with someone,” I tell him.  “My ex, Jason, we were looking for Jane.”

Anton laughs and strokes my brow.  I’m lying all relaxed in nothing but a fluffy robe on the sofa.

“That was a long time ago, sweet
Rosa,” he soothes lying me flat and tugging at the belt of the robe.  “You have been sleeping, you’re confused,” he tells me spreading my legs wide.

I gasp, his head is between my thighs and he uses his thumbs to open me.

“I love the taste of you,” he groans as his tongue starts its work.

A long, slow stroke from my entrance to my clit makes me wail with delight.  He pushes two fingers into me and slakes his tongue over my eager bud. 
Fireworks and electricity fire through my body.  I love this man, I love what he does to me and I am his. 

It won’t take long, I’m a mass of need and he fulfils all my desires.  His tongue thrusts into my core as his fingers tease my backside.  He wants me there too and I raise my hips for him.  He growls and bites down on my bud causing flurries of wild
lustful shrieks to escape my lips.  I shriek again as he buries a finger deep inside my anus.  The sensations are glorious and I want this to last forever.

“You are close,” he grins stretching my pussy lips wider so he can spike my core with his tongue.  I buck and roll and feel the growing sensation of orgasm as it hurtles to claim me.

I gradually regain my senses.  He’s pouring himself a glass of deep red claret as I lean up to watch him.

“I did come here earlier today,” I repeat holding my brow.  “Before me made love in the cellar earlier,” I add hoping he’d help me out here.  But he didn’t

“No, you are mistaken.  That was months ago,” he assures me with a gentle smile.

I’m not daft, misguided and
stupid where he’s concerned but not daft.  I know we came here today, earlier, I was with Jason and the house was different, I thought looking around puzzled at the change.

“Don’t I get some wine,” I ask petulantly
watching him sip at the deep ruby liquid.  A drink, a long think then I might be able to decide what to do about this mess.

“No you don’t,” he tells me firmly.  “You shouldn’t drink, not in your condition,” he smirks.

Condition, holy shit!  What does he mean, what’s going on? 

I look down at my swollen belly and feel the movements inside.  I’m pregnant!  How did that happen?
  Well not how, but how so fast?

“Soon our child will be born then you can drink wine, my sweet,” he chides gently.  “
In fact we’ll have a celebration.  But until then I must look after you, cherish you carefully.”

“I don’t get it, Anton.  What’s happened to me?  What’s hap
pened to the past months, have I been here all this time?”

My head was utter confusion.  It had happened again, the not remembering thing but on a much, much bigger scale.

“Yes my love,” he purrs at me.  “And I have been taking care of you, of you both,” he adds stroking down my belly tenderly.

“What happens when the baby comes, have I seen a doctor?  Have we got things organised?”

“Yes, so don’t worry.  When this baby comes it will be the most cared for infant in the land. She has been talked about for decades past and you are privileged to carry her.”

“Her?”  I question.  “Does that mean I’ve had a scan?  Do we have a picture?”

“No Rosa, enough questions now.  Take my word for it our child is female and her name will be Marielle,” he tells me firmly.

So I get no say in the matter.  Mind you that’s the least of my worries.  I
’m confused, pregnant and I don’t know what’s happened to me over the past few months.  It’s obvious that, yet again, this man has worked some alchemy and used me for his own ends.

“I need some fresh air,” I decide rising to my feet. 
But I’m woozy and sway and just in time Anton scoops me in his arms and plonks me back on the sofa.

“Just stay put,” he insists.  “You’re close and we don’t want any mishaps.”

“How close?”  I ask looking down and trying to assess how pregnant I might be.

“Any day now,” he confirms.

I lie back and close my eyes.  I want to sleep but if I do am I likely to wake and find I have a teenager on my hands!  Is this magic he weaves that powerful I wonder?

Magic, you’re joking aren’t you, some semblance of common sense tells me.  But no, no I’m not.  There is definitely something going on here, in this house, and I don’t understand it.

I’ve dozed but thankfully when I wake up I’m still pregnant so no great chunks of time have passed without me noticing.  Anton’s gone too so I’m alone.

I take the opportunity to look around; I’d like to find my stuff for a start.  When I got here that day with Jason
, whenever that was, I had a bag and it has my mobile in it.  I could ring him, see if he’d found Jane.

Everywhere was dark and I s
tumble down the main hallway and up the stairs to the bedrooms.  The upstairs landing is festooned with cobwebs and I have to bat them away to get through.  More mystery, more confusion, what is it with this house?  Why does it lurch from one state to another in the space of mere hours?

I walk past
Jane’s bedroom and push the door open.  It creaks and groans, no one has been in here for ages.  The room is dusty and grey and the window is caked with grime.  I cover my mouth with my hand; the smell is dreadful and turns my stomach.  I had to find out what it was.  I wish I had a torch!

I almost fall over something on the floor and re
ach down to feel for what it is.  A bag, thank heavens.  But it’s not mine, it’s Jane’s and this just adds to the mystery.  If she did leave that day like we thought then what’s her bag doing here?

All her stuff is there but of course her ‘phone is dead.  But I do find her cigarette lighter, silly mare I’ve told her
time and time again not to smoke.

I spark it to life and look around.  The room is
devoid of furniture except for a bed.  I creep closer, there’s a shape and I approach with terrified curiosity. 

There was no way Jane would sleep in here,
not in that bed, not voluntarily anyway.  But perhaps she isn’t sleeping.  I inhale and grasp my throat, my neck hurts and I wonder why those scratches are still there after all this time.  I’m trying to take my mind off what I’m about to find because inside I know, I’m resigned to it.

I hold out the lighter and scream silently into the dark.  It is Jane, or what’s left of her.  She’s nothing but a dry, crumpled corpse grinning inanely at me from the very depths of Hell.

He’s killed her, and some time ago.  I stumble back and feel for the door, I need to get out of here, from this room and from this house.  Jason!  Has Anton killed him too?  I look around before I leave and see another heap of dead flesh on the floor.  There was my answer.

I can barely believe what I’ve just seen, shock I suppose.  The two people I was closest to in the world, apart from my parents, have been murdered by the father of my unborn child.

I rub my belly, she’s moving.  What am I going to give birth to, I wonder.  How much of Anton’s gene pool will she inherit?

I stagger back to
the sitting room; it’s grey and unkempt again.  What is it with this place there’s no way can I give birth here.  No one comes, I’m alone again and that’s a blessing.  I grab the blanket from the sofa, shake off the dust, wrap it around my shoulders and quietly creep down the hall to the front door.  I’m leaving and I’m not coming back, ever.

 

Epilogue
 

Well that was the plan, but several weeks later I can’t help myself.  I park my small car in the space at the bottom of the dirt track and peer through the trees to the house beyond.

Is he there?  I shouldn’t care but I do. I shouldn’t even be here but it’s her.   I look at the sleeping bundle in the car seat and smile. 
Marielle
, why not?  She’s Anton’s daughter too and given he won’t get the chance to bring her up, I can at least, let him choose her name.

I scratch at my neck, there’re healing now and that bother’s me.  I’ve been doing some more research.  I think I now know what Anton was – is.  The truth is unbelievable but I have to believe it because I’ve liv
ed the reality.

He’s a vampire, a real, live blood sucking vampire.  He’s not the
-
can’t go out in the sun or scared of garlic type -
that’s just the stuff of horror films.  No, Anton is a true vampire.  He can live among his own kind or among humans and appear normal.  He really is the stuff of nightmares.

I gaze at Marielle and kiss her cheek.  I can’t imagine what I’ll tell her and even worse I don’t know how she’ll be
when she’s older.  There is a type of being, a mix of vampire and human, a crossbreed and she is one of these.  The chances are, if we’re lucky, that she’ll be shunned by them and we’ll be left alone.

I look at the house again and whisper
goodbye
.  If he’s there, if he still reads my mind then he’ll know how much I wanted him, how much I once loved him.  But that’s all I can give so it will have to do.

I start the car and pull away, I won’t come here again.  Dorlan Grange can go to Hell where it belongs and I’ve no
intention of ever speaking about the place to my daughter either.
End of Part 1

 

The story continues …

Part 2 of the Dark Conquest
Series - Marielle - is out now

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E2YKZ7S

 

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