Free Own Me (Romance on the Go) by Jenika Snow Page A

doorway, the lights coming from behind him and hiding his face from view. Whoever it was didn’t move for several seconds, but I knew the person was staring right at me, drilling these holes into my very body. It was like I could feel their gaze on my skin, touching me, making my flesh pucker from a sudden chill. My nipples hardened, and my pussy became wet on its own. I felt like my body betrayed me.
    I was suddenly conscious of my nudity and the way my nipples were pebbled hard. I wanted to snap my legs together because I knew my pussy lips were spread open and the pink flesh of my cunt was fully exposed. I swallowed roughly and watched as my captor walked inside. I could tell it was a man just from the sheer size of him, which I admit was quite intimidating.
    He left the door open as he stepped further into the room, and didn’t stop until he was inches from the fire. I still had yet see his face full on, but his profile showed a strong square jaw with a light covering of scruff on his flesh. An image from the previous night, or maybe it was the same evening, slammed into my brain. I would have stumbled back from the force of it, if not for the fact that I was strung up like some sacrificial offering.
    I know him. Or at least I know of him.
    I remembered him from the party, remembered how he wasn’t alone, but with three other men. Flashes of images kept going through my mind, and still he stood in front of that fire, staring at the flames, his big body seeming like it could break bones in half.
    No, they weren’t men. That was evident.
    The world I lived in wasn’t traditional, and I’d even go as far as saying it was out of a movie, or even a book.
    Vampires. They’d been fierce looking vampires.
    In my world vampires are real, living, breathing entities that hold jobs, run businesses, even own property in the wealthiest neighborhoods. They walk alongside humans, but they are far from mortal and fragile. They are powerful, immortal, and the substance they need to survive pumps through my very veins.
    Vampires had only made themselves know over the last thirty years, but they’d been around far longer, hiding in the shadows, knowing they could take over the world if they wanted to.
    I wasn’t nearly old enough to remember a time when vampires were considered myth and fable, not at the age of twenty-five. Of course, I had read about the world before vampires came along, knew movies had portrayed them as seducers, but also killers. They’d been romanticized, their lethal fangs and the need for blood to survive, making them seem erotic in nature.
    I couldn’t deny that I could agree with all this.
    They were seducers, killers, hypnotizers, and deep down I knew they were just a hairsbreadth away from snapping. They had a dark part, one that called to them, and I never understood how they could keep it reined in.
    I shivered at the thought of this man, this powerful creature—who had yet to say one word to me—piercing my neck with his wicked fangs and lapping at my blood. Would it turn him on to take my life from me one drop at a time? The thing was, I had a secret, one I had never divulged to anyone before. I didn’t even like thinking about it myself, because I felt that wanting this, needing it even, was somehow wrong.
    But the very thought, the very images being conjured in my mind of having one of these mythical creatures biting me while they were deep inside my pussy, fucking me like they owned me, was a dark fantasy of mine. I fantasized about what it would be like to submit fully to one of them, to give them what they wanted between my thighs and running through my veins.
    The thought alone made my cunt grow wet, had my nipples hardening painfully. I licked my suddenly dry lips, feeling my pulse beating at the base of my neck. Could he hear it? Did it make him thirstier knowing my blood rushed through my body harder than ever? I should be mortified right now, scared shitless that I was alone in a room