Free Dark Embrace (Principatus) by Lexxie Couper

into her core, and her eyes fluttered closed. She whimpered, lips parted, breath rapid, pressing her legs together and shifting on the chair again.
    Another hot stab of pleasure shot through her, followed immediately by an image of the nameless master vampire, his fangs flashing as he plunged his fingers into her sodden folds.
    “You will call me master. And I plan on being very, very filthy with you. ”
    The remembered declaration quickened Inari’s already rapid heart and she squirmed in the armchair. Her clit ached, her nipples pinched hard. Filthy. Oh, how she wanted to be filthy. With him. She wanted his fingers in her sex, his tongue in her ass. She wanted him to chain her to a bed and take her again and again.
    No, you don’t.
    Yes, she did. Even if he was her natural enemy.
    She did. So much it hurt.
    Gnawing on her bottom lip, she shucked her ripped jeans from her legs and slid her hands between her thighs. Her fingers found her pussy and stroked her moistened folds with firm pressure. She pictured the vampire from her dreams, from the Pleasure Pussy, raking his strong hands up her legs, pushing them apart. Warm tightness squeezed her sex and she bit back a whimper. No. She would make no sound for him, not even here, in the emptiness of her home.
    That didn’t stop him from grinning in her head. He touched the tip of his tongue to his fangs, rolling the pad of his thumb over her clit. Sizzling tension radiated into her core and she arched in the chair, dipping her fingers into her folds. The vamp followed her lead, replacing her fingers with his—long, strong fingers that knew where to stroke her. He wriggled them about, withdrew them, teased the swollen nub of her clit with his thumb and plunged them back into her cream-slicked cleft, all the while holding her legs apart and staring at her with ink-black eyes.
    Inari’s breath quickened and she licked her dry lips. The sliding caress reminded her of the vampire’s savage kiss and her pussy throbbed, squeezing her fingers tight.
    “You will call me master.”
    His command echoed through her head, so like his command from her dreams, and she arched her back, letting him grind his knuckle against the sensitive button of her clit. Explosive pleasure claimed her, made her skin tingle and her nipples hard. She dragged one hand up her body, over her ribcage to cup her left breast, her fingers leading his to capture its aching tip. He rolled it between thumb and forefinger, pinched it, flicked it. Ribbons of wet heat unfurled in her core, knotting in the pit of her belly. Oh, it wouldn’t be long now. Not long.
    She bit back another whimper, her neck bowing as she rolled her head to the side. She saw him loom up over her, one hand buried between her spread legs, stroking the sweet spot within, one hand cupping and mauling her heavy breast, teasing her nipple until a tremble began to own her. Eyes closed, breath ragged, she saw him lower his head closer to hers. Felt his cool presence brand her skin, the caress of a winter’s breeze. She gasped, driving her fingers higher into her sex.
    She was close. Close.
    He smiled, fangs glinting in the muted light of her living room, black eyes burning into her, branding her. Marking her.
    “You will call me master. ”
    The words slipped into her ear, a nonexistent whisper, as his head lowered to her neck, his mouth brushed her throat, his teeth pierced her flesh.
    “Oh, yes, yes, yes!” Inari screamed, riding her hand, squeezing her breast. Her orgasm detonated in her body, incinerating her control. She bucked, thrusting her fingers deeper into her contracting core, even as she craved them to be his. His fingers, his tongue, his cock. She fucked her fingers and hungered for the nameless vampire. The black-eyed bastard who had taken her so easily in a strip-club booth only an hour ago. Her fantasy. Her enemy.
    The scalding burn of her climax turned to ice. She withdrew from between her legs and dropped her hand from her