Free Seized by the Vampire Lord (Dark Lords) by Jaide Fox Page A

“If you must know, I was feeding your dogs.”
     
    “I see.”
     
    “They were hungry.”
     
    “I feed them.  Every day,” he bit out, narrowing his eyes.
     
    Cerise had the uncomfortable suspicion that he knew exactly what was going on.  As long as he was willing to pretend ignorance, however, she was more than willing to go along with the fantasy.
     
    “Really?” she said cleverly.  “Actually, I was certain you must, but they seemed like such sweet little doggies … and they were behaving as if they were starving.  I thought I would offer them a special treat.”  To keep them from gnawing my leg off .
     
    Daegon studied the ‘sweet little doggies’ loping away, skeptically a few moments.  “They are poor guards, indeed,” he said dryly.
     
    “Oh,” she said, “You have them here to guard against intruders?”
     
    “And escapees.”
     
    She smiled at him a little uncertainly.  “Well, I did enjoy my walk.  I believe I’ll go back to my room now.”
     
    Turning, she headed for the door, hoping against hope that he would leave it at that.  He caught her before she quite reached the door, forcing her to face him.
     
    “While I must say I find your attempts at subterfuge highly amusing, I don’t find your determination to ignore my warnings particularly amusing.  I think I made it quite clear that you would not be allowed to leave and that you would be punished if you violated my trust.”
     
    Cerise was almost as outraged at his threat as she was at that final thrust.  “Trust?  You have not trusted me one iota since I arrived here.  Why does it make any difference whether I tell you the truth or I lie?  You still don’t trust me.”
     
    “It matters,” he said tightly, sweeping her into his arms and carrying her back into the house before she could protest.
     
    Cerise looked at him in dismay.  She couldn’t face his punishment again.  She’d been sore for hours afterward before.  “I only meant to go for a walk!  Truly!”
     
    “All the way home, I’m sure.”
     
    “I think I’d rather you beat me than do what you did to me before!”
     
    He glanced down at her.  “As you wish, my love,” he said through gritted teeth, turning abruptly away from the stairs toward the dining room, to her horror.
     
    Setting her on her feet, he ordered her to bend over the table.  Cerise glanced at him, sorry now that she’d chosen this particular form of punishment.  Somehow, however, she didn’t think that he would be agreeable to her changing her mind now.  She was tempted to make a run for it, to see if she could lock herself in her room before he could catch her, but past experience convinced her that she would only succeed in angering him even more.  Besides that, he’d managed to come in even when she had the door barricaded.
     
    Dragging in a deep, shuddering breath, she turned away from him and leaned over the table.
     
    He placed a hand in the middle of her back, pushing until her cheek rested against the surface of the table.  She closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting.  Abruptly, she felt coolness rush across her buttocks as he tossed her skirts over her head.  She made an abortive attempt to jerk upright, and encountered his hand.  She’d expected she’d at least have the protection of her skirts and shift to shield her.
     
    Before she could think of a protest, he moved closely behind her, running his hand over her ass and down between her thighs.  She swallowed convulsively.
     
     
    Chapter Eight
     
     
    Cerise trembled with the desire unfurling in her.  She should hate what he was doing, hate the position she was in.  Instead, having him stand over and dominate her elicited more excitement than anger.
     
    Daegon’s fingers skimmed her slit leisurely, as if he had all the time in the world to do what he willed.
     
    “You are wet for me, my dear,” he whispered, his voice rough with angry passion.  “Can it be you crave the