My Dear Prince Of Darkness

Sweet Venom

"By slave, do you mean this?" I asked as I slowly began to lift my shirt. "You want me to be your s*x slave?"

"Is there a problem?" The man asked, smirking. "You said you would become my servant if I let you live; I am giving you a chance."

"That isn't the type I was talking about!" I insisted, narrowing my gaze.

Sure, I wanted to live, but I didn't want to become some w***e in the process.

Standing, the man made his way to me, stopping only an inch away before reaching up and grabbing my chin so he could force me to make eye contact with him.

"My patience is limited, woman." He growled. "Will you be my slave, or do you want me to kill you?"

Did I want to be his slave, or did I want to die? The answer was pretty damn obvious, I wanted to live, even if it meant giving up my dignity.

Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. Even though I didn't agree with this method of living, I also wasn't ready to die, at least not until I got my memories back. Even after I didn't, but for now I could only take everything one step at a time.

Gritting my teeth, I lifted my shirt further, shivering as cold air began to hit my exposed skin.

The man watched intently as I pulled it up over my head, leaving me in nothing but my pants and a bra. A hiss of excitement escaped his lips as his eyes flashed while he took in my bare flesh, all the while seductively licking his lips.

Just his look alone and how his tongue brushed the soft flesh of his lips left me with an odd feeling that I couldn't quite understand. Was I actually getting turned on by this man ogling me?

"Go on." He urged me, his voice filled with hunger, while he waited for me to reveal the rest of my body. "This most certainly isn't enough."

Could he be any less perverted? "Yes master." I spat, beginning to undo my pants while ignoring the throb between my thighs.

"Mind your tone." The man warned, frowning. "Displease me, and I will end your life right here."

"Sorry," I muttered. "Won't happen again."

Remember, this is to live. This is to live. I had to remember that I was doing this to live, and losing my cool would not get me anywhere. I needed to appease this cold and bloodthirsty vampire for the time being. The top priority was keeping my life.

Pulling down my pants, I freed one leg at a time before throwing those to the side too. Now all that was left to keep me covered were two very small and thin pieces of cloth.

Shivering I stood up straight, waiting to see if this crazy man was going to make me go further. From the growing look of lust in his eyes, I knew he was, and he was clearly not satisfied with the amount of skin I had exposed to him.

As his gaze remained locked on me, I couldn't help the embarrassment that had begun to surge through me at how excited I was becoming from the way his eyes were scanning me.

Letting out a low rumble of excitement, he got up. Moving forward, he wrapped his arms around me and began to undo my bra himself while pleasant tingles rushed through me from where his fingers touched.

"This is a nuisance; what is it?" He asked as he undid the clasps in the back one by one. "I've not seen something like this before."

"It is a bra." I answered as he pulled it away, exposing my breasts. "Do they not have these here?"

A shiver rushes through me as the man's eyes stay on my erect n*****s while he ignores my question entirely, making it clear exactly where his mind is.

"What a strange thing." He murmured, throwing my bra to the ground. "This is much better."

Letting out a throaty rumble, he lifts his gaze to mine again as his hand snakes across my neck and then cups it so he can pull me into a hungry kiss.

Moaning, I close my eyes and don't fight when his other hand hooks into my underwear.

Despite knowing that this was wrong, I couldn't ignore the surge of arousal I felt as the need to go further began to overtake me. I didn't even know the man's name, and yet here I was feeling like I wanted more from him. If things kept up the way they were going, I was going to end up sleeping with a complete stranger, and if I was being completely honest with myself, I didn't give a damn.

As if reading my mind, he picked me up and carried me to his bed, where he roughly threw me down and stared at my exposed body with hunger flashing in his eyes.

"Despite your protests earlier, look at you now." He smirked, bending down and placing a kiss on my neck. "In the end, your eyes and expression are screaming for me to take you right here and now."

"I don't want to die." I countered as he continued to trail small butterfly kisses along my throat, all the while lightly grazing his sharp canines against my skin.

"Your mouth is very dishonest, woman." He said, standing straight and staring into my eyes. "It says no, while your body says yes."

"You're wrong." I whispered.

"Am I now?" He breathes against my skin, sending goosebumps all over my body. "I don't think I am."

Chuckling, he allowed his hand to run the length of my arm down to my thigh as he nipped at my neck before finally stopping with his onslaught of teasing to press his canines deep into my flesh. This time I didn't feel pain; instead, I felt pleasure run throughout my whole body. The heat of it was driving me wild, and all I could think of was wanting this man to f**k me.

Gasping, I allowed a moan to escape my lips as his hands began to explore my breasts, kneading them gently while his fingers pinched and twisted my n*****s. It seemed that if I didn't get a hold of myself quickly, something that I might regret was going to happen.

"Stop...." I tried as wave after wave of arousal ran through me until between my thighs was soaking the bed beneath me. "I don't even...."

My words were lost as the man bit down harder while his hands began to venture south.

"Don't fight me." He warned in my head as he began caressing along my belly. "You were so obedient not long ago."

"But we..."

The rest of my words are lost to a powerful moan that erupts due to the man's rough fingers slipping between my folds.

"Dishonest human." His intoxicating voice chuckled within my head. "You're already this wet from just being touched by me."

Was I being dishonest? I wondered as haze began to overcome all rational thought. Maybe I did want this and had no reason to be fighting.

"Please," I whimpered as my last bit of resistance slipped away. "Touch me more."