The Vampirerotique Summer Book Tour comes to my blog today for an exclusive excerpt from one of the erotic vampire romance books in the series.
Since I’m talking so much about Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 1) I decided it would be best I shared an excerpt of the hot vampire romance book with you all today. I’m going to post the first two chapters of the book, so you have something to really sink your fangs into!
First, I’ll set the picture with the blurb so you all know a little more about the story and characters.
Theyâ€™ve burned for each other for two years, the forbidden attraction between them growing each night. Now resisting the sinful desires of their hearts is becoming impossible.
Javier knows better than to succumb to his hunger for Lilah. The mortal female belongs to a powerful aristocrat patron of Vampirerotique, the theatre he runs with three other vampires. A single touch is all it would take to break the sacred law of his kind, sentencing himself to death, but his passion for her has become too fierce to ignore and he will risk everything to make Lilah his.
Lilah has fought her desire for Javier since arriving at his theatre as a servant but each glance he has stolen, his eyes promising pleasure that will satisfy her longing for him, has chipped away at her defences and she can no longer deny her need and her forbidden feelings for the powerful vampire male.
When they find themselves alone in a private box during one of the erotic performances, will they surrender to their passion and live out their wildest fantasies in a night of wicked pleasure or will the threat of Lilahâ€™s master keep them apart forever?
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There was one rule his kind honoured above all others: an owned human must never be touched by a vampire other than their master.
Every vampire knew that to lay a hand on a bonded human out of desire or feed from their vein caused them immeasurable pain and suffering, and that their master would know of it and would come to act out the penalty.
Death to the vampire who had broken the sacred law.
Death was not something that Javier was looking for but knowledge that it awaited him should he break the law hadnâ€™t stopped the fierce heat of desire from gripping him the moment she had arrived at the London theatre two years ago, sent to work by her master. Javier had been telling himself to forget her ever since. In the time that she had been in the service of the theatre, he had been unable to escape the torment of her presence. The simplest task had become agonizing for him. Giving her orders for the night with the other staff was torture he couldnâ€™t endure. Two years and his need for her had only grown worse. His desire had gone from a liquid fire that threatened to make him step out of line if he were in her presence for more than a minute to a crushing need to kiss her whenever he heard the soft melody of her voice in the distance.
It was unbearable.
But bear it he would.
There was no alternative. Her owner was one of the richest of Vampirerotiqueâ€™s patrons and his business partners would stake him if he lost the manâ€™s much needed money. That was, if the man didnâ€™t kill him first. Lord Ashville was an aristocrat, a pureblood vampire, and almost three times Javierâ€™s age and strength. As only an elite, Javier couldnâ€™t contend with him. His death would be swift and brutal, and by law he wasnâ€™t even allowed to defend himself. If he dared to touch her, to act out his dark urges and needs with the human female, he would have to quietly accept the consequences.
It was madness to desire a human owned by such a man. He would easily sense the violation of the bond. It was madness.
Javier swirled the blood in his crystal whisky glass, staring at it but not seeing it. His head was full of her, his heart rebelling against his better sense that said it was impossible and to give up on his futile desire for her. She would never be his.
The soft lighting in the back of the black limousine turned the blood dark and uninviting. He drank it anyway, forcing it down, and poured himself another glass from the decanter in the small refrigerator built into the back of the driverâ€™s seat. He had been drinking more and more often recently in the hope that it would stave off his growing hunger for her.
The car engine purred as they slowed and dread settled in his stomach. This was the moment he always feared whenever he was called away from the theatre. Lilah had been on his mind the whole time during his journey, and the whole month that he had been resident at his remote family home in northern Spain. He could still see her clearly in his mind, could vividly remember how she had looked at him with her beautiful golden brown eyes when he had announced to the staff that he would be leaving them in the capable hands of Callum, and how her heart had set off at a pace, colouring her cheeks when his control had slipped and he had looked directly at her. She was so beautiful, so alluring even in the plain long black dress of her uniform. She had haunted him this past month, had been waiting for him to close his eyes each morning and drift off to sleep before stepping into his dreams and ensuring his desire for her burned fiercer than ever each night he awoke.
The car pulled to a halt on the road outside the elegant columned Grecian faÃ§ade of the theatre. Warm floodlights lit the sandstone from below. On a normal night of business, it would have looked inviting to him, his home away from home, the place that housed something so precious to him. Tonight, it looked cold and dark, ominous and frightening.
An icy chill settled in his chest.
What if this time his fears became real and he had returned to find that she was gone?
A month was long enough for Lord Ashville to have decided he needed more servants in his mansion and sent for her. Callum had emailed Javier regular reports on the staff and the theatre while he had been away attending his sisterâ€™s wedding. His old friend hadnâ€™t mentioned Lilah at all but that didnâ€™t mean she was still here. Javier had wanted to ask about her so many times, had typed the words in his emails to Callum only to delete them when sense had overcome the desires of his heart. Callum might understand his plight but if word reached Antoine or Snow, the aristocrat brothers who ran Vampirerotique with them, there would be hell to pay.
The car door opened and Javier swiftly necked the glass of blood. He set the glass down and stepped out of the limousine, his polished black leather shoes reflecting the lights of the theatre. He straightened his deep silver-grey tie and fastened the button on his black suit jacket, preparing himself mentally at the same time. The driver nodded and closed the door, and then opened the boot of the vehicle and removed his luggage. Javier took the dark grey suit bags from him, hanging them off his fingers by his side, and looked up at the theatre. Six tall columns supported a triangular block of sandstone. Each carved figure on the frieze had been cleaned during his time away in preparation for the new season. Tonight was the first show, open only to elite vampires. The aristocrats were yet to return from the countryside or abroad.
Javier managed a smile when the wooden shutters on the other side of the windows and glass doors drew back, revealing the sumptuous red and gold interior of the theatre and his friend. Callumâ€™s steps were swift and sure, his handsome face a picture of darkness as he hurried down the wide marble staircase in the middle of the entrance hall, tying his long black hair back into a ponytail. He shoved the doors open, leaving one of the staff to hurriedly wipe his handprints off the glass, and briskly took the five stone steps that led down to the pavement and Javier.
â€œItâ€™s a nightmare.â€ Callum raked long fingers through his hair, messing it up again. It was a habit of the elite vampireâ€™s when he was under stress. His green eyes flashed with irritation and Javier could sense that he was angry about something as well as see it.
â€œHello to you too.â€ Javierâ€™s smile widened and he motioned for the driver to come to him.
Callum snatched the black designer suitcase from the driver, stuffed a large tip in the manâ€™s breast pocket, and waved him away. Like Javier, Callum wasnâ€™t used to the attention of servants and being waited on. It had taken them both years to get used to having humans and weaker vampires fetch them things or do menial tasks such as carrying their baggage. Clearly Callum still had difficulty with the latter.
Javier looked beyond him to the foyer of the theatre, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lilah. Was she working tonight?
He frowned, his sandy eyebrows knitting tightly, and stared at Callum. What if his nightmare had something to do with the staff?
â€œHas something bad happened?â€ He fought to keep the note of worry from his voice. Callum would see straight through him if it slipped out. They had spent years together at the finest vampire academy in England even though Callum was a century younger than he was and had remained in touch after graduating. They had always been close friends, even when they had been hundreds of miles apart and in two different countries.
â€œVictor got into a fight and got his nose broken. Heâ€™s a bloody mess.â€ Callum practically growled the words, his British accent hardening the final two and emphasising his anger.
Javier could understand his distress now. Victor was one of their best performers and often took the lead in the final act of the show, seducing a human thrall before feeding from them in front of the audience. He was a favourite among the female theatregoers because of his good looks and the fact that he was happy to engage with male as well as female partners on stage, and could handle more than one human at a time. He had been with the theatre for almost a decade and was a big draw. Even the aristocrat females liked him and he wasnâ€™t averse to giving some of them private performances to keep them sweet and keep the money rolling in for the theatre. They needed Victor on form and on stage. On a normal night, Javier might have felt more concerned by the news, but the flight from Spain had felt as though it had taken days rather than a couple of hours and his frayed nerves were telling him to find somewhere quiet to rest, at least until he knew that Lilah was still here.
Still temptingly close.
Once he knew that, he would be able to function again and find his usual calm edge and the emotional balance he needed in order to face a crisis. He couldnâ€™t think straight at the moment, let alone deal with the drama of their star performer having a broken nose when he was due to go on stage tonight.
â€œSo tell Antoine.â€ Javier swept his suit bags over his shoulder, resting the back of his hand on the soft material of his black suit jacket. â€œHe deals with the performers, not me.â€
â€œAntoine is busy with Snow, and I have good reason for coming to you first.â€ Callum mounted the sandstone steps again and led the way into the brightly lit foyer of the theatre. The black haired elite vampire looked over his shoulder at Javier, his vivid green eyes still dark. â€œIt was one of the staff who hit him.â€
â€œOne of the staff broke his nose?â€ Javier found that one difficult to digest. All of the staff were either human or of weak vampire lineage. Victor was of elite blood. His family werenâ€™t as strong as Javierâ€™s or Callumâ€™s, their blood diluted by too many turned humans in their ranks, but he was still powerful enough to deal with any of Javierâ€™s staff.
â€œA woman.â€ Callum dumped Javierâ€™s expensive luggage down in the middle of the marble floor. He waved to one of the passing male staff and the man came over to them. â€œTake these things to Javierâ€™s office.â€
The man dutifully picked up the suitcase and then held his hand out to Javier. He stared at it.
â€œI was going to freshen up and change before the performance tonight. It has been a long journey, Callum. Iâ€™m sure this can wait.â€
The look on Callumâ€™s face said it wouldnâ€™t. Javier sighed and handed the dark grey suit bags to the man. He bowed his head, hurried across the foyer to the side of the double-height elegant room and opened the plain wooden door that led to the staff only areas of the theatre.
â€œThe show starts in under an hour. We need to get Victor fixed up and then you need to speak with the woman who hit him and find out what happened before Antoine hears. He has enough problems on his plate at the moment. Snow is going through a rough patch again. I doubt he will tolerate this, regardless of who her owner is.â€
â€œOwner? The female is human?â€ Javier said and Callum nodded. â€œWho was it?â€
Callumâ€™s dark eyebrows rose and he shrugged his broad shoulders, shifting his black designer suit jacket. â€œYou know Iâ€™m not good with their names.â€
Javier knew that. Callum dealt with the darker side of the theatre business, tracking down vampires who could become good performers from cities all over Europe and sourcing human victims for the final act and other parts of the show the theatre hosted each week. His friend had long ago given up finding out anything about the humans. He had said it made his work easier. Javier took that to mean that his old friend was growing a conscience about what he was doing. He had even given the sourcing of victims over to a firm of vampires recently, letting them deal with it all, and had focused on finding vampire performers to bring into the Vampirerotique family instead.
Callum started across the foyer in the direction the man had taken and Javier followed. An hour wasnâ€™t a long time to fix this mess without Antoine hearing about it. If Snow was in a bad way again, Antoine would be in the mood for bloody murder. Whenever his older brother went off the rails, Antoineâ€™s temper degenerated into nothing short of vicious.
â€œCan you describe her?â€ Javier suspected that Callum would be able to manage that at least. He had an eye for detail, especially when it came to human females. The prettier the better to him.
â€œTall, reddish brown hair… fiery… great tits… and had the strangest golden eyes.â€
Javier stopped dead. Callum paused with his hand on the wooden door, holding it open, and looked back at him.
Lilah had hit Victor?
Before he could ask Callum more about it, a female member of staff appeared out of the gloom on the other side of the open door. She bowed her head to Callum, who still held the door, and then Javier and walked through. Javierâ€™s gaze tracked her, his head tilting to one side as he took in what she was wearing.
â€œDo you like it?â€ Callum said and when Javier looked back at him, he was smiling, all trace of anger and concern gone from his eyes. â€œI thought it suited the theatre more and it means the staff can move around during the performances without being an eyesore for those attending.â€
Javier turned back to stare at the woman again. She stood near the glass doors, speaking to one of the male staff as he polished the windows.
â€œI leave you in charge for a month, and you change the uniforms?â€ Javier couldnâ€™t quite believe it. Callum thought that the incident with Victor was a nightmare. This was a nightmare to Javier.
The male uniform hadnâ€™t changed much. The material of the black formal outfit the man wore was a little finer than before, and the cut was tailored now so it fit snugly to his figure, but the long tail of the jacket still made him resemble a butler.
The female uniform.
Javier couldnâ€™t stop staring at it.
It looked as though Callum had gone to a sex shop and bought out every French maid uniform they had. The puffed sleeves of the black dress were lined with black lace, and the neck scooped so low that Javier was surprised he couldnâ€™t see her nipples. Perhaps he could if he was close enough. The lace that trimmed the material there was probably obscuring them from this distance. The horror of it didnâ€™t stop there. The previous uniform dress had reached the ankle of the wearer. The new one barely reached mid-way down her thighs, revealing creamy flesh and long over-knee black socks. The only thing that had remained the same was the black pumps and the colour.
If he saw Lilah in such an outfit, it would be the death of him.
And he had to find her and find out why she had punched Victor.
The Devil help him, he wasnâ€™t going to be able to resist her any longer.
It would be a miracle if he even managed to utter a single question before finally succumbing to his need for her.
Callumâ€™s intent gaze on him roused him from his thoughts and he turned a blank look on him.
â€œYou donâ€™t like it.â€ Callum let the door drift shut. â€œWe can change it back. I just thought it gave the guests something to look at between acts. Antoine thinks itâ€™s a good idea.â€
â€œI like it,â€ Javier lied and forced another smile. â€œWe should speak to Victor before Antoine comes down to speak to the performers prior to the show.â€
Javier hoped that Victor would tell them everything and then he wouldnâ€™t need to find Lilah and speak to her. Callum opened the door again and Javier strode down the dimly lit black corridor with him, heading for the area to the side of the stage where stairs led up to the offices and hallways led backstage and off to the staff quarters. They were almost at the end of the hallway and out into that brighter double-height expansive room when several females crossed before him. Lilah was among them, carrying a broom and a red plastic box of cleaning equipment, her dark chestnut hair twirled up in a bun at the back of her head.
She said something he didnâ€™t hear to the three other women and then broke away from them and struggled to open the heavy wooden doors that led to the area in front of the stage in the theatre. Her broom knocked against the door when she managed to open it, fell from her grasp and clattered on the floor. She cursed softly and Javier echoed her in Spanish when she let the door close again and bent to retrieve her fallen broom.
The frilled black skirt of her dress hid nothing from view as she picked up the broom, her back to him. He stared at her bottom and her black knickers, blood pounding in his temples, his hunger for her kicking back into life and threatening to seize control of him. He pictured crossing the scant few metres that separated them, sliding his hands over the firm peachy globes of her backside, and drawing her back against the raging erection tenting the black material of his tailored trousers beneath his jacket.
Lilah straightened so fast that he jumped and she whirled to face him. Her cheeks coloured, rosy and dark, and the startled edge to her round eyes captivated him. She blinked, shuttering her beautiful golden irises, and then dipped in a curtsey. Her gaze stayed downcast this time, her head slightly to one side, so the cord of her neck remained taut and tempting.
â€œThis is the one, Javier,â€ Callum said and Javier almost barked that he knew that already and barely stopped himself from throttling his friend for interrupting his perusal of her neck.
He cleared his throat instead. â€œI will deal with you later.â€
Callum moved on. Javier remained where he was, his feet firmly planted to the dusty floor, his eyes glued to her, waiting to see her reaction.
Lilahâ€™s gaze slowly rose, bringing her head up with it. When it touched on his, the colour on her cheeks darkened and he forgot to breathe. He stared at her, mesmerised, lost in the black abyss of her dilated pupils.
She didnâ€™t take her eyes away from his as expected. She held his gaze, steady and unafraid, no trace of fear in her scent. The way she looked at him spoke of desire and he had a hard time telling himself that he had to be imagining it. Her bond with her master made it impossible for her to feel anything for Javier. The gentle rhythm of her heartbeat called to him, luring his gaze down to her cleavage, and he fought his desire to step closer so he could reach out and run a lone finger over the luscious curves of her breasts. Touching her would only bring her pain. He couldnâ€™t. No matter how much he needed to have her warm soft skin beneath his fingertips and know the feel of her at last. It would hurt her. He didnâ€™t care. No. He did care. If it hurt her, he would stop. He would never harm Lilah. To pain her was to pain himself. He cared about her too much.
â€œAre you coming?â€ Callumâ€™s voice shattered the spell she had cast on Javier and he glanced at him and nodded.
When he looked back, the door was closing and Lilah was gone.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose, drew in a long deep breath, catching the enticing scent of her in the air, and followed Callum backstage.
He would be in her presence. Alone.
And he wouldnâ€™t be able to resist her any longer.
If it hurt her, he would stop, but he needed to touch her.
He needed to know the feel of her and her taste.
Even if that one taste was all he could ever have.
Even if it signed his death sentence.
Lilah didnâ€™t pause to watch the show as she cleaned the boxes, preparing the red velvet seats for the coming week. She pulled another of the covers off the plush soft seats and hit it with the palm of her hand to beat out any dust that had managed to creep under the protective cream material. The murmur of the crowd below drew her attention to them. She pressed her hands into the small of her back, stretching her spine, and sighed. Preparations for the new season were always tiring but she had been working harder than ever tonight, hoping that Callum would notice and that Javierâ€™s punishment would be less severe because of it.
She wasnâ€™t sorry that she had hit Victor. She was surprised.
She had expected him to stop her or evade her fist. He must have been more caught up in what he had been doing than she had thought.
Lilah removed the cover off the final chair in the elegant gold and red box, folded it and set it down on the pile near the red velvet curtain that shielded the private area from the corridor that ran between all the boxes. During the main season, the aristocrat vampires used the boxes, separating themselves from the elite who sat in the rows of seats filling the theatre below. She had never cleaned the boxes before.
She ran her fingers over the carved wooden top of the hip-height wall around the box. Antoine had arranged the cleaning of the exterior and repainting of the interior during the closed period so the cream paint was perfect, highlighted with beautiful gold that one of the decorators had told her was real. Only the best for the aristocrats.
Lilah leaned against the edge of the box and looked down at the crowd as they watched the show on the grand stage to her left. How did the aristocrats feel when they sat up here, looking down on their weaker kin? Was that why they preferred the boxes? So they could look down on vampires they believed were weaker and less worthy than they were? She had never understood the sense of separation between them. To her, it didnâ€™t matter how pure their blood was or what lineage they were from. They were all vampires.
She had never believed in their existence until Lord Ashville had found her on the streets and forced his blood down her throat, bonding with her and claiming her as a sort of slave. His blood in her veins linked her to him but she hadnâ€™t seen him in a long time and she didnâ€™t care. She hated him and wished she could break free of his rule, had tried to escape his mansion many times, so many that he had grown tired of her and sent her here along with another of his humans. She hadnâ€™t realised what sort of place the theatre was until she had caught her first glimpse of the show. She had blushed a thousand shades of red and hadnâ€™t been able to take her eyes off the stage, watching the perversion playing out on it, the bloodletting and debauched erotic acts.
Lilah was used to it now and rarely stopped to watch, and she made sure that she was never in sight of the stage during the final act. The first time she had witnessed that, she had discovered the true nature of vampires. The scent of human blood had driven them into a frenzy, both the vampires on stage and those in the audience. It had even reduced the aristocrats, with their fine airs and graces, to slavering beasts, their red eyes bright and sharpened fangs dripping with saliva.
That was the reason why she didnâ€™t understand the separation between elite and aristocrat. When it came down to it, all of them hungered for human blood and couldnâ€™t resist the smell of it. They were all beasts in human form.
A brief flicker of golden light drew her gaze down to the door below the boxes opposite her, close to the front of the stage. The door slowly shut and she shifted her focus forwards, past Antoine where he stood to one side watching the show, blending into the darkness that edged the theatre, to the vampire who had exited from backstage.
It was dark where he crossed the theatre using the strip of open red carpet between the raised black stage and the front row of the audience, but she knew it was him. She would recognise his fine athletic figure anywhere and the haphazard mess of his sandy brown hair. His suit jacket was gone but other than that he hadnâ€™t changed from when she had seen him earlier. Her heart had lodged in her throat when she had looked up to find him there, watching her, his rich chocolate eyes intent on her and stirring heat in her veins. She had thought he would say something about what she had done, would berate her in front of everyone, and had even braced herself for the hard edge his words would have. When he had spoken, his tone had been surprisingly soft, warm with his Spanish accent lacing the words. She could listen to him forever, sometimes drifted away when he was issuing orders to the staff first thing in the evening and last thing in the morning, imagining him speaking close to her ear. Just the memory of his voice had her heartbeat accelerating, a flush of heat sweeping over her skin. Her teeth teased her lower lip. She had to stop torturing herself like this. Javier would never do such a thing with her. He had taken care of her over the past two years but he took care of all his staff, whether they were vampire or human. She wasnâ€™t special to him.
Lilah leaned forwards, following him until he disappeared beneath her. Was he coming up?
He had said that he would speak to her later about what she had done. She both feared it and looked forward to it.
She picked up the broom again, intending to sweep the floor so she would look busy if Javier was coming to see her, but her gaze caught on the show.
Three men were pleasuring one woman in the middle of the luxurious red and gold stage set, all of them vampires right now, but she knew that would change before the final act. It was early in the show. With each act, things grew a little more risquÃ© and a lot darker. The moans of the four vampires writhing naked on stage filled the theatre, the rapt audience watching in silence. The woman sat reclined on a red velvet armchair, her legs splayed over the arms and a man between them. Another stood to one side of her, one hand tangled in her blonde hair, holding her mouth to his cock as he thrust into it, his other hand on the erection of the man behind the armchair, pumping it as he kissed him. Lilah tried to drag her eyes away but found that she couldnâ€™t when another two women joined the group, both of them human and both of them under the thrall of two of the vampires on stage. She could tell it by their glassy expressions. They walked calmly forwards on black stiletto heels, their sheer feather-trimmed baby dolls barely concealing their breasts and the black leather thongs they wore. Two of the naked men broke away from the vampire female as the third man pulled her onto her knees on the armchair and thrust into her from behind, causing her to cry out.
The two female humans approached the male vampires who held them under their thrall, teetering on the heels now, a hint of nerves flickering on their faces. The males were lessening their control over them, letting them see where they were and that an audience was watching them. The scent of their fear would satisfy the gathered elite and the humans would still be under the vampiresâ€™ spells enough that they wouldnâ€™t think to escape.
The human women sat down on the two red leather couches positioned in the middle of the stage, one on each. Crimson spotlights bathed them, making them look as though blood covered their skin. In perfect synchronisation, the broad bare male vampires crouched before their woman, lifted the opposite leg to each other and started to kiss along it from ankle to knee.
It wasnâ€™t turning her on.
Lilah told herself it a thousand times over but the sight of the vampire couple fornicating at the front of the stage and the forced seduction happening behind them had her heart pounding and her nipples hardening against the tight top of her uniform dress.
â€œI need to question you about Victor.â€ Javierâ€™s deep accented voice coming from behind her caused her to drop her broom and turn.
She panted hard, startled and trying to get her arousal under control so he wouldnâ€™t sense it.
His dark brown gaze slid to the stage and then back to her.
Lilah quickly bent to pick up her broom. When she straightened, Javierâ€™s eyes were on her dress, his pupils wide in the low light coming up from below. The moans on stage grew louder and she tried to ignore them and push the images of the couples out of her mind.
â€œWhy did you hit Victor?â€ Javier said, more composed than she was. Didnâ€™t the show affect him at all? He had crossed the theatre without pausing to watch and his eyes were fixed on her now. She had heard that he and his partners had been running the theatre for almost a century. He had probably grown immune to whatever was playing out on the stage.
â€œBecause he was hurting Nia.â€ It came out blunter than she had intended and she added, â€œSir.â€
Javierâ€™s eyebrow rose. â€œVictor said you had no grounds to strike him.â€
â€œThen heâ€™s a liar and a bastard.â€
â€œHeâ€™s an elite.â€ The darkness in his tone was reprimand enough to Lilah. She bowed her head.
â€œMy apologies.â€ She couldnâ€™t bring herself to look at Javier so she glanced to one side when she brought her head back up. It was a mistake. The act on stage was getting hotter, with the two humans now kneeling on the couches and swallowing the rigid cocks of their partners as they stood before them. She ripped her gaze away and closed her eyes, figuring it was safer. That way she didnâ€™t risk seeing the anger in Javierâ€™s eyes or the debauchery on stage, and she could keep a clear head. â€œHe was forcing himself on Nia and she told him to stop. When he didnâ€™t, I hit him. I thought he might stop and block me.â€
â€œHe said Nia was cut. He was under the influence of his hunger. That is why he didnâ€™t stop.â€
That made sense. â€œNia cut her hand on some glass. A mirror in the main dressing room had broken. We had to clean it up and she cut herself.â€
He muttered a ripe curse in Spanish and stepped towards her. â€œWere you cut?â€
Lilah opened her eyes, looked up into the dark pools of his, and shook her head. â€œNo.â€
The relief that swamped his eyes surprised her and sent fear into her blood. What if she had been the one to cut herself? Would Victor have tried to touch her and taste her instead? Would Nia have tried to stop him or would she have let him hurt her?
â€œYou must be more careful around our kind,â€ Javier said and she nodded slowly, unable to take her eyes off his.
The moans from the stage grew louder and she blushed when Javier looked towards the performance.
â€œWill I be punished?â€ She tried to shut out the sounds. Javierâ€™s gaze returned to her and he shook his head.
â€œVictor overstepped the line.â€ He frowned and turned quiet for so long that she couldnâ€™t ignore the noises coming from the stage. She glanced across at them. Javierâ€™s voice dropped to a whisper. â€œDo you like to watch them?â€
Her eyes shot wide and she instantly shook her head. He stepped closer, slid his hand over her jaw in a way that had her shivering and her breath quaking, and carefully turned her face towards the stage. His thumb and fingers remained against her face, holding her gently, warming her down to her bones and causing a flood of arousal to sweep through her.
He traced his hand down her throat and stepped up behind her. What was he doing? She trembled under his touch, anticipating pain from it but feeling nothing but pleasure.
â€œDoes it arouse you when you watch them fucking?â€ he breathed into her ear and she shivered, her eyelids dropping, a ripple of shock running over her skin at hearing him say such a thing.
â€œI donâ€™t watch them,â€ she whispered, her voice barely there.
â€œYou were watching them when I arrived.â€ He ran his thumb up her throat and claimed her jaw again. How long had he been watching her before he had said something and torn her attention away from the show? Had he enjoyed watching her while she watched the performance, unaware of his presence and his eyes on her? The thought that he might have sent heat into her blood that pooled in her abdomen, tightening it with arousal.
She couldnâ€™t take her eyes off the show now but she wasnâ€™t taking any of it in. All of her focus was on Javier where he stood behind her, so close that his hip was against her bottom. Why was he doing this? Why wasnâ€™t it hurting her? Was there no pleasure in his touch, no sense of desire inside him as he ran his hands over her throat and pressed his body close to hers?
Lilah sharply turned her head towards him. He was so close to her that his breath skated over her lips, her chin touching his cheek. The darkness of desire in his eyes was unmistakable. There was hunger in his touch, in the way he forced her to face the stage again, clutching her jaw and lowering his mouth to her throat.
He drew in a long shaky breath and pressed his brow against the side of her head. â€œYou smell so good… such a temptation.â€
He wanted her. Her knees weakened beneath her, legs going slack at the feel of him pressed against her back, his hands firm on her body.
Lilahâ€™s breathing quickened and she stared at the three couples on stage, her heart racing and blood thundering. Javier reached around her and slid his hand over hers where it gripped the pole of the broom. He took it from her and let it fall to the ground as he pressed soft kisses to her bare shoulder and the nape of her neck. They tickled, sending shiver after shiver through her, dizzying her.
This was so wrong.
But that only made it feel more right.
She had wanted him for so long, had craved the feel of his hands on her body, ached to know what it would feel like to be with him. She had never thought it possible though, had thought her bond to Lord Ashville would prevent it and pain her if she accepted the touch of the man she desired with all of her heart.
Javier licked the nape of her neck near her hairline, teasing her, and she couldnâ€™t stop herself from arching her backside into him. He groaned and cursed softly in her ear, kissing it and nibbling it with blunt teeth.
â€œWatch them,â€ he whispered into her ear and licked the lobe, teasing it with the tip of his tongue. â€œKeep watching them while I touch you.â€
She nodded and bit back a groan when he slid his hands down over her stomach and then around to her backside, palming it through her short dress. He suckled the lobe of her ear and then kissed her throat and ran his hands up her sides, pressing them in hard as he passed over her ribs. He cupped her breasts and stepped into her. The feel of his erection against her bottom sent a new hot flood of arousal pooling between her thighs. Was this really happening? She felt as though she was imagining it, as though it was a fevered fantasy brought on by watching the show and seeing him crossing the theatre towards her. It didnâ€™t feel real.
â€œYou cannot deny me this,â€ he uttered into her ear and she trembled at the command in his tone, the hunger that roughened it. â€œI will have you.â€
Lilah didnâ€™t want to deny him, but the thought that he wouldnâ€™t let her only served to arouse her further, making her heart skip a beat as his strong hands kneaded her breasts through the confines of her short black dress.
She would never deny him.
No matter the consequences.
He was worth the risk.
And she would have him.
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Books in the Vampire Erotic Theatre romance series
Covet (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 1)
Crave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 2)
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Enslave (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 4) â€“ Coming August 4th!
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Unleash (Vampire Erotic Theatre Romance Series Book 6) â€“ Coming in 2013!