Cold hearts, Warm beds

Chapter-3

I am paralyzed just looking at him as he slowly comes sauntering into my room like he f*****g owns it. He looks intimidating and I think I have seen him before. f**k, this was a bad idea, I knew it! I should have been careful. I want to speak and ask him to leave me alone but it's like his eyes are pinning me to where I am right now. On my bed, completely naked waist below. My breathing hitches considerably when I feel my bed dipping under the weight of his body. I have seen him before, only I can't recall where! He comes close to me and inhales my scent like it's f*****g making him crazy. I am dead for sure. He is sexy. At least I will be dead in the hand of a sexy vampire! He slowly leans into me and then kisses me. Hard. The moment his lips touch mine it's like something snaps within me and I start pushing him back, thrashing around to set myself free. I hear a low growl and I am pushed more into his mouth and he starts kissing me harder like that's at all possible. What the f**k? His tongue is evading my mouth and I cannot breathe! He is using his strength to push my face into his and I am going nowhere until he wants me to. f**k, he is strong. I stay still because obviously thrashing is getting me nowhere. I feel him slightly relax and now his hands slowly move up to my breasts. They squeeze my breasts, while his mouth is still on mine, and then hold my flimsy, super delicate night top and tear it into two with absolutely zero effort. f**k this man. My hands move up instinctively to cover my now exposed breasts. He holds my hand in a tight grip and then brings them to my side. He breaks the kiss and I gasp for air and I am panting like a dog. I look at him and he looks slightly fazed.

"Pl-please let me go..?" That's the first thing that comes to my mind after I catch my breath and can think straight.

I am pretty sure he will kill me once he is done f*****g me. I can see it in his eyes. He looks lethal and merciless.

"You pretty little thing isn't going anywhere..." His voice is delicious, if I may. I forget to beg him to let me go.

"What is your name sweet thing?" He asks me, while his eyes are on my lips and his hands are gently squeezing my boobs and playing with my n*****s, pinching them.

I forget my name.

"I am Carl ... The ..."

"f**k, you are Carl! The Carl?! I thought I had seen you somewhere!" He is the f*****g king of Vampires and he is on my bed, playing with my n*****s. I cannot f*****g believe it. I am surely dead now.

He looks at me slightly amused.

"What's your name, querida?"

"Um... Sienna.." I manage somehow after mentally box kicking myself into remembering my name.

He looks surprised and angry now. f**k? what have I done, now?

"So, you are the cursed child...?"

Fuckity fuckity, f**k f**k.

I am so dead.