Page 84 of Eternal Craving

“We are not equals.” With a superior expression, she reached up and grasped my chin, letting her long fingernails dig into my skin. “You dare to defy me.”

I shoved away her hand. “You left me under the earth for days.”

“And if you don’t shut up, I’ll put you back there.”

“I’ve had enough,” I said, leaping to my feet.

“I own you. I control you.”

“I’m leaving.”

I headed for the door, but when I reached for the handle to open it, a strange sense of powerlessness came over me. I knew it was Sunaria’s hypnotic power that held me. I struggled against her. “Please—” It was impossible to resist her. “No.” I slumped to my knees.

Locks of Sunaria’s hair fell over my face. Her lips met mine in a smoldering kiss and passion exploded. It was a desire like nothing I’d ever experienced. Her thoughts were inside my mind. She controlled me, holding me down. Sending her panicked thoughts, I begged her to release me. Yet my increasinghardness begged her to take me. Her will was forcing me to be obedient but intermingled with my anger was a desire for this powerful union.

“Now,” she said, her expression changing from that of a seductress to my mistress, “go back upstairs.”

Back in the bedroom with the pallid, naked girl, I still felt strangely controlled by Sunaria as I whisked our sleeping victim up into my arms, my touch stirring her. She stared up in a daze that turned quickly to panic. There was an initial struggle until fear stilled her. The sweet taste of cinnamon flooded my mouth, quickly followed by a tingling in my throat.

Sunaria stood watching us, her arms folded.

Too fired up to pull away, wanting nothing more than to drain her and to save her, I peered up at my mistress.

Sunaria gave a nod that I must finish it, and the girl’s arms flopped by her sides, her breaths growing shallow.

My fangs found her throat again and it felt divine;herblood wasmysacrament.

When I found her true self deep within her, I chose to proceed after her, and in doing so, lost myself. All compassion dissolved and I couldn’t follow where she led. Hearing her heart cease to beat, I knew the true horror of what I’d done.

I clambered off the bed and flew at Sunaria. With a shove, I had her pinned against the door. “I’m a monster!”

She tried to push me away, but I thrust her back and grabbed her wrists to control her. Another kiss, this time deeper and more punishing, conveying my anger for this violation. I pulled away. “You did this to me.” I ripped at Sunaria’s dress, stripping her naked.

She scratched my face.

I spun her around and pushed her down over several of the pillows, not caring if I hurt her or not, assuming she could make me stop if she really wanted to escape.

Sunaria fought against me.

My right hand reached around, my fingers finding their way between her silky thighs to that soft bud. With firm circular movements, I played with her clit.

“Hands by your head,” I demanded.

She reached back and scraped my forearms, drawing blood. I spanked her so hard that she sucked in her breath and froze.

“Do it,” I snapped.

Slowly, Sunaria brought her hands up in front of her, holding one hand with another.

I squeezed her nipples, moving from one to the other then back again, making her shudder. With my other hand, I followed the arch of her back, brushing my fingernails over her buttocks and digging them into her soft skin. Sunaria’s raven locks tumbled over her shoulders in disarray, and I felt her body relax, her sighs revealing a lifetime of yearning for this very moment.

With a firm grip on both of her arms, I guided her so that her forehead rested upon the black rug with her derrière angled up, fully exposing her. I explored those pale thighs, advancing near her sex, but not touching it.

“Don’t move.” I rose and strolled past the dead girl, avoiding her vacant stare, and picked up one of the tall, red candles. It had burned halfway down but still had some use, and its flame flickered as I carried it back.

Sunaria had obediently remained still. I stood before her, staring down, savoring the sight of her subjugated at my feet, exhilarated that I’d become her master. Sunaria’s body quivered with each breath, as though she threatened to spring up in defiance.

“Disobey me and you’ll regret it.” I tilted the dancing flame and dropped red, hot wax onto her spine.