Page 24 of From Russia With Blood

The lights from the screens glint onto her eyes, turning them into cruel diamonds. Insolence pours off of her frame, practically vibrating the air. She’s not quite stepped over the line, but she’s come very close. Soon, she’ll have to face me and the second death. I don’t allow attitudes to reign unchecked in my presence.

“Leave now, or I’ll change my mind. Maybe choking on my spiked cock like last time will remind you of your place. It’s always so difficult for you to talk with your throat lacerated to hell and back.”

Said cock twitches as memories of her stifled screams fill my brain. That poignant mixture of agony and terror is something I might have to revisit, even if it’s with a submissive that’s well past their prime. Even now, my brain replays those gurgling, tortured grunts and wheezes as if it just happened.

Without thinking, I lick my lips as I conjure up the image of blood pouring from her throat. I lapped it up, tonging the various rips and shreds as she struggled to keep the howling at a minimum. If I recall correctly, it took her three days and nights in the coffin to recover.

Even now, I see her reach for her throat when she thinks I’m not looking. It’s as if phantom pains plague her waking hours, even though it’s all in her mind. Vampires don’t carry past wounds like that. It must not be bothering her too badly since her spine is starting to show again. Perhaps she’ll need a new lesson after all, especially in front of Jackson and Katrina, so they can learn by proxy.

Molodoy’s eyes widen as she steps back from me, terror flitting through their depths. Good. She remembers. Something that traumatic usually stays with a person. I just can’t believe we’re back at that point where I have to threaten her with it again. A sigh escapes my lips as she flees out of the room. No doubt she’ll punish Jackson for my anger at her. Though I want to be the one to destroy Jackson myself, it would make things a lot easier if it was her. I’d have to kill her, of course, but she’s just one in hundreds I’ve turned. She won’t be missed.

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Katrina is still and silent on the bed. Any mortal looking at her would assume she was dead, but I know better. Her breathing is a steady hum that fills the room, much like the smell of her and Jackson having sex. Closing my eyes, I scent the air, dragging both her sweet notes and Jackson’s musky undertones.

Having them both under my roof is too tantalizing to think about at the moment. I still have to give the ship time to get into position to put my plan into action. Then there’s Markus and his mortal Lizzy. I can’t even fathom what he sees in that noisy, insipid girl, but she’s not my problem. Lucky for him, she wasn't on the list of the submissives I wanted to enslave.

If she were, he’d have to pay double what I was planning on charging, and I know for a fact he doesn’t have that kind of money. I only moved her to the upper rooms so Katrina wouldn’t feel abandoned and, thus, on edge. Glancing back over at Katrina, the soft moonlight filters through the windows to bathe her in a luminescence that makes her practically glow.

Her heartbeat quickens, but she doesn’t move. Some part of her must know I’m here. Without seeing me, her body is already attuned to the danger lurking in her room. Grinning, I slide over to the bed and lift off the sheet, puddling it on the floor at my feet. There it is, that frantic lub-dub as I inch even closer. The prey in her responds to the predator in me, perfuming the air with her terror.

It’s almost as delicious as the scent of her spent arousal. With the sheets gone, she’s naked to my gaze, like a frozen statue or a doll laid out for me to play with as I will. I slide my hand down her cheek, noting the fluttering of her eyelids. It doesn’t matter if she sees me or not. Her brain will convince her tonight is a dream, and I don’t plan on leaving marks in a noticeable spot for her to find.

Though my gums ache and pulse, demanding I tear into her waiting flesh, I know I must be patient. I don’t want to mar my gift for Jackson, at least not while he cannot watch. Eyes wide, Katrina’s body tenses as I skim my hands across her body, memorizing her curves. Every crest and valley is exposed to my touch.

Her muscles bunch, but that’s all she’s able to do. She’s helpless against my dark desires, and I once again send up a modicum of appreciation for my scientists. I thought for sure she’d be mobile by now, but no. All she can do is breathe and keep making her small, panicked noises as my lips replace my fingers.

A nip here, a bite there. Though I don’t break the skin, I know it’s uncomfortable for her, but I don’t care. Tonight isn’t about her anyway. She’s been taunting me with her body, her scent, her blood. Tonight, I’m going to take what belongs to me regardless of her thoughts on the matter. Her skin is creamy smooth as I drag my tongue from her navel up in between her breasts.

Her nipples harden into pebbles as I skim my lips over them, belying the terror she exudes. Her mind may protest, but her body doesn’t lie. It never will. It only reveals the darkness she craves even as she refuses to admit it. As when we first met, that kernel of arousal taints her scent, telling me all her secrets.

The fact that she thinks she can hide herself from me is adorable. Lifting my head, I gaze deep into her eyes, willing her mind to open to me. In them, I can see her fear, but I also see her conflict. Over and over, her brain screams at her to move, to run, but she can’t. The drug made damn sure of that.

As I watch her, she attempts to tuck her thoughts away. Perhaps she realizes how exposed she is, but the poor, little kotik doesn’t realize I can follow them with ease. There really is nowhere for her to hide away from me. Before, when she was guarded, it was hard to penetrate this wall, but with her laid bare by the drug, I can skip about her mind without any effort.

Noting the fear she has of cruise ships as I delve a little deeper, I can’t help but chuckle. The fact that she’s here of all places makes it even more comical. If it wasn’t so frigid, I would take her out on the balcony to continue this assault, perhaps hang her head over the deck so she can look at the water while I violate her. Unfortunately, humans being the fragile creatures they are, I’ll have to find other ways to torture her.

Forcing that thought out, I dig a bit deeper until her true desires are revealed. Such a deviant mind my kitten has. Tucking away some information for a later date, I pull back out and continue memorizing her body with my mouth. Any protestation she can possibly muster will be ignored. Even if she didn’t want this, I want this. And I will always get what I want.

She sucks in a deep breath as my lips settle over her pulse. She’s already accused me of being a two-bit vampire, and there must be some part of her conscious mind that worries that I am what I portray. Poor, sweet mortal. I didn’t look that far because I really don’t give a fuck what she thinks of me.

Her mind will undoubtedly transpose things, turn reality into fantasy - anything to protect her fragile psyche. The fear rolling off her body continues to pollute the air as I scrape my fangs across her jumping pulse, just barely nicking the skin. Lapping at the wound, I draw in a bit of her blood and groan as her bouquet washes over my senses.

In all my centuries, no one has tasted this good. My cock kicks up against my pants as I settle in between her hips, rocking my erection against her core as I torment myself with a drop or two of her blood at a time. Pulling back, I grip behind her knees, forcing her legs to bend. Every bit of her is now exposed to me, and it’s time I finally indulged.

Pulling out my thin blade, I bring it up to her eye level, moaning as her fear rams into me like a fist to my gut. The more terrified she is, the stronger her blood will sing in my veins. I pull her limp hand up to my mouth and swirl my tongue around the digit before sliding the tip of my knife into the delicate pad.

Her mouth drops open, silent screams lodged in her throat, as I suck her finger deep into my mouth, drawing her life force into me. The fine muscles in her neck work at a furious pace as desperation clouds her vision. Arousal drifts up to me, very subtle and completely at odds - a thin line of fragrance deep beneath the terror. Finally, her body and mind are starting to come together. Grinning around her finger, I nick my tongue with my fang and lick the digit one last time, sealing the minuscule wound. It won’t show at all by the morning.

Dropping her hand back at her side, I turn Katrina over onto her stomach and slide a pillow under her hips and head. Angling her so she can look at me, I unbuckle and unzip my pants, letting my erection spring free. More arousal scents the air as I stroke myself a few times. I want nothing more than to bury myself deep inside her, but one taste just isn’t enough.

If I’m going to take my time with her, enjoy her, I need to take the edge off. Stepping out of my pants, I dig into the pocket for a small o ring gag I brought with me just in case. I didn’t know if she’d be awake or not, but I wanted to be prepared. With her as unresponsive as she is, it’s easy to slip the ring behind her teeth to keep her mouth open.

The ring is only wide enough to let my head and the first part of my shaft get through, but that’s more than enough. Katrina’s tongue struggles against the cool metal as I notch myself into position. Her pathetic attempts to unseat me only succeed in spurring me on. Instead of pushing me away, as I’m sure she intends, she laps at my head, sending shivers raking down my body.

Gripping at the base, I refuse to move. I don’t even stroke. Her tongue is barely moving, but each flutter feels like what I would imagine Heaven to feel like. She’s the closest I’ll ever come to salvation, and if she knew that, I’m sure she’d be less scared and more willing to worship at the altar of my cock. Too bad it’s not just her body that will save me.

I begin to stroke, thinking about the day when I can drain her dry, only to tend to her until I can do it all over again. Cum shoots out, bathing the back of her throat as I increase the speed. Katrina heaves as my essence chokes her, but I’m beyond caring. My body feels light as every bit of me drains into her. Pulling back as my cock softens, I turn her onto her stomach, angling her head further towards the bed, letting everything pour out of her mouth.