Prince 0f Obsession (Dracula's Bloodline Book 2) Page 7

  “Just hear me out.” He signals the bartender, who drops what he was doing and hurries over like a puppy. I swear I’ve never seen such influence before, and I’ve seen quite a lot since I became the great Juliet Jochs from the European Hellhound. It’s obvious people want to serve Radek, they crave his favor.

  Cameras flash around the club. Here we go, papers will be screaming tomorrow. No use to pretend this isn’t happening anymore.

  “Will you have another red, or do you prefer something else?” Radek asks. The bartender looks at me with an open mouth and, apparently, he recognizes me. I fidget against Radek, feeling awkward, but his arm around my waist tightens to prevent me from moving away. God, it feels so good, being in his arms again, body on body....

  “I’ll go on with red wine,” I say. “Mixing drinks gives me headaches.”

  I can sense Radek smiling. “I remember that. It’s why I asked.”

  The bartender brings our drinks, and Radek hands me one.

  “I’ll have no deals, Radek,” I say as I take the wine from him. Our fingers touch in the process, and current goes through me. I curse inwardly, struggling to mask it. “I can’t be close to you again, physically, I don’t want to.”

  “But last night, while you pleasured yourself, you did do it thinking of me, didn’t you.”

  Blood rises to my cheeks.

  “I thought you’d have the decency not to address it,” I manage, looking around. People are still staring, making me feel as exposed as this conversation, even though I’m aware they can’t possibly hear us.

  “I will have the audacity to ask for more,” he says in my ear, his breath on it giving me goose bumps. He pushes his hips against my buttocks. I jump as I feel his erection, almost dropping my wine, but his arm tightens around my waist, keeping me close.

  “You can’t just give me a taste of yourself like that, and then expect me to forget all about it.” The desire is thick in his voice, infiltrating my head as he speaks. I can feel it roam hungrily inside my brain, as if it wants to devour me from the inside out.

  My chest rises and falls quickly, but the blush on my décolleté remains concealed under the club lights. It’s soft, candle-like lights, because high class Berlin clubbing looks very differently from low-class East Berlin wild extravaganza.

  I’d like to sip from the wine, at least for my nerves’ sakes, but Radek is unpredictable. If what he does next is another touch or, hell, even a kiss, then I’d spill it all over myself or others.

  “Here’s my proposition,” he begins, his fingertips touching my thigh, making me arch from my waist. Jesus, a feather-light touch from him is enough to make my body respond. His fingers brush their way up my thigh, while his strong leg goes between mine, lifting me up. He props his foot on the railing at the bottom of the bar, causing me to sit on his thigh like I’d sit on a stool.

  “Radek, people are watching,” I say, fidgeting. But he doesn’t stop, his fingers sliding to my inner thigh, towards my pussy. My back tenses and arches as my body instinctively seeks the pleasure of his touch.

  “Last night, you pleasured yourself for me,” he whispers, placing a peck on the lobe of my ear. A peck that doesn’t feel like a thought-out move to turn me on, but rather like an I-can’t-help-myself-anymore reaction. “I don’t want you to do that anymore. Whenever you crave release, I want you to call me. To order me over.”

  The sound of that....

  “Order you?”

  “I want to be your sex slave, Juliet.” His fingers slip under my silk panties, gliding through my arousal between my folds. I’m already wet for him, and I’m sure he knew it the moment he wound his arm around me from behind.

  “I won’t even try to enter you, I promise, not unless you command me to. If you want, I won’t even respond to your pleas, it will have to be an order.”

  His magical fingers tease my cleft lustfully, causing me to lose my head. I lean it back against Radek’s shoulder, closing my eyes and biting my lip as he increases rhythm on my pussy. He sinks two fingers inside of me, causing me to lose a soft moan, and grip the stem of my wine glass on the bar.

  “Make me your human dildo, if you want.”

  “I’ll make you my slave,” I breathe, my face heated. He moans in my ear, revealing his own arousal.

  My hips writhe into the hand he uses to masturbate me, my thighs flexing, clenching around his wrist to prop myself in such a way that I can ride his hand. Another moan announces that Radek is losing himself in the pleasure, too, and he begins kissing my neck.

  Feeling his wet lips on my skin for the first time in five years is heaven. Like a junkie who’s been clean for too long and now goes high on her favorite drug for the first time in years, I roll my eyes, my chest arching up as if I’m offering my breasts to the room.

  My eyelids flutter with pleasure, allowing me a blurred view of the club. A swimming image of distorted faces, but enough to understand that Radek and I are putting up one hell of a show. Wide eyes and open mouths all around, no one dares to intervene. I don’t know if it’s because they’re too stricken at being technically offered a scene of live porn, or because they’re afraid of Radek. He sure exudes dark power that tells people to stay clear.

  “Radek, everybody’s watching,” I manage.

  Awoken from his fever for a moment, he scoops me up and walks with me towards the spiral stairs like a groom carrying his bride on the wedding night.

  “This is even more of a show,” I protest.

  “I don’t care.” He looks me in the face, and a pang of fear goes through me. His eyes remind me of a madman in a straight jacket. “I want every man here to know that you’re mine. I want them all to stand clear of you. Because I’m capable of terrible things if they don’t, Juliet.”

  I want to argue, tell him that I’m not his to claim like this, but I keep holding to his neck as he cradles me up the stairs, bewitched.

  “I will make this worth it for you, my sin. You’ll see what I mean after we find Dracula’s Grail.”

  He sets me down on the same chair I occupied at the table earlier. Only that this time he turns it toward the floor-to-ceiling window, pushing me very close to it.

  My heart skips a beat at the sight of the night skyline so close that the glass seems to not even be there. A sensation of falling makes me squirm. But Radek brings his face in line with mine, watching the city along with me, his power infiltrating my mind, hypnotizing me and helping me relax.

  “Look at those lights twinkling at your feet,” Radek says as he walks to face me and kneels between my legs. I can see it coming, him licking my pussy, and the idea alone is enough to make me cream. He used to be so good at this. “Enjoy this like a queen.”

  I lift my hips a little as he grips my panties, allowing him to pull them down my legs. He takes them to his face, closes his eyes and inhales deeply before he lets them fall to the floor, like an animal now crazed with the scent of his mate.

  Before I get to say anything, he slides his arms under my legs, grabs my thighs and buries his face in my pussy.

  I moan, throwing my head back as I feel his carnal lips and his tongue stroke me thickly.

  “God, Radek!”

  His right hand moves from my thigh to my breasts, pulling the corset down, allowing them to spring free. Now my tits glisten in the city lights as Radek drives me crazy with his tongue, growling like an animal.

  He moves up and licks and kisses my breasts like he can’t control himself. I grab his thick, glossy hair, and tug, surprising him. He looks at me.

  “Lick me, slave,” I command.

  That turns him on so badly that he growls. He bends down and licks furiously, his tongue lapping at my inner folds until I spill my juice all over his face. I grab his hair with both my hands, opening my legs wider against the skyline, feeling like the queen of the world as I grind my pussy into the Prince of Midnight’s face, holding his head against it in a drunken mix of humiliation and intimacy.

  “Take out y
our cock,” I order, descending from my orgasm but still horny as hell. “Show me how horny I make you.”

  He stands up, the beautiful face of Radek the Handsome slick with the juice of my climax. I bite my lip as he unbuttons his fly and takes out a cock that’s engorged, veined and straining with need.

  “Stick it in me,” I demand.

  “Are you sure?” He frowns in pain as he wraps his hand tightly around his cock, trying to relieve some of the need it seems that he’s exploding with.

  “Do it, slave. Please me with your cock.”

  “By all demons,” he growls, falling to his knees and positioning his hips between my legs. Eyes fixed on my face, he pushes the tip of his cock inside of me. I scrunch my eyes, since this is the first time a man parts my walls in five years.

  “Gently,” I whisper.

  “Yes, gently,” he says huskily, pushing himself deeper inside of me. He’s soon all in, my pussy greedy and slick enough to take him whole, but the pucker of my butt widens a little as the tip of his manhood reaches deep.

  Soon he pumps me hard, my legs on his shoulders, shoe falling off my foot. I feel like I’ve been degraded from mistress to a dirty whore he’s fucking on the table. His hair falls over his forehead, loose strands and open shirt bouncing as he rams into me. Everything about this scene screams, ‘I got you where I wanted you, my own personal whore,’ making me come so hard that I feel my female cum squirt.

  “That’s it,” Radek says as I roll my eyes, screaming my orgasm. He kisses me deeply as he pulls out and releases his seed on my lower belly, moaning in my mouth, holding me tightly against him.

  He lifts me from the table in his arms, laying exhausted but obviously in bliss on the granite floor, pulling me over him. He can take the cold of the granite, but he’s protecting me from it. He strokes the sweat-damp hair off my forehead and my cheeks, kissing my face all over.

  “Thank you, thank you so much.”

  I lie in his arms, thinking how incredible it is that I’m with my prince after all these years. I didn’t think this would happen again in this lifetime. I want to lift my head and press my lips on his, trap his face between my hands, look hard at him and tell him a loud, clear, ‘I love you,’ forgetting all pain, rage, and vendettas. But then his mobile rings and, when he looks at it, Irina appears on the display.

  “Excuse me,” he says, helping me back to the chair. “I have to take this.”

  He walks away from me, leaning with one hand against the window, a powerful prince, looking out at the skyline. With an aching heart I realize once again that no woman could ever have this beautiful prince only to herself.

  Irina

  “HAS SHE LEFT SOMETHING for me?” I say as Radek walks into the deserted hotel lobby. We rented the whole place for the entire duration of our stay in Berlin, and I sent the nighties home. We can’t use witnesses to the stuff that happens here.

  Radek stops and looks at me as I wait for him in the darkness, legs crossed. I’m wearing a pair of red high heels and a red dress, both of which I haven’t worn in years.

  Radek doesn’t talk to me, he just stands there like some schmuck whose girlfriend left him, looking miserable, open shirt and hair disheveled. I wipe the blood off my mouth, leftovers from my own drunken victim, who was not in love, but in the mood to fuck a prostitute in the ass, which is what I pretended to be. I must admit his alcohol-affected blood made me a little tipsy as well, so I’m bolder than usual with Radek. Not that I was ever exactly shy.

  As I walk over to the prince, a scent hits me—he smells strongly of her juices. It strikes me in the heart, and I motion miserably to my outfit.

  “This dress and these heels, you said you hated them. You said I shouldn’t wear them again. So, even though they were my favorite outfit, I tossed them in a box and, for years, I wore only what you professed to like.” Now I’m in front of him, letting him see my face smeared with the drunkard’s blood close-up. “And, despite that, you never laid a hand on me, not one fucking time.”

  He looks at me, but his mind isn’t here. He’s still thinking of her, of the woman whose pussy he’s been licking, the woman whose pleasure he’s served like a dog.

  “Let me tell you something, Prince of Midnight. You’ve rejected me so often that it doesn’t even hurt anymore. But I’m no longer buying your detachment from Juliet Jochs. You’re sexually obsessed with her.”

  “This isn’t only about sex,” he says calmly.

  “It’s very much about sex. I never saw you even get a boner in five years, even though you could have had any woman. I tried everything with you. Now Juliet Jochs raises her glass at you at the Opera, and your cock pushes out to pierce your pants.”

  I look into his eyes. I expect to see some kind of fear—me discovering the true depth of his feelings for the CEO of the European Hellhound means that Vlad Dracula will learn about them as well. But an opaque veil goes over his irises, making it impossible to read him anymore.

  “If you want to leave me, I understand,” he says without emotion.

  I snort. “Wouldn’t you like that? But I’m Dracula’s eyes and ears in your inner circle. He won’t be happy with me returning with my tail between my legs. He may even have my head. Without me here, there’s no guarantee you’re truly working toward getting the Grail—for him.”

  Radek the Handsome shrugs as if he doesn’t care. “Then what do you suggest that we do?”

  I look at him from head to toes. Beautiful man. The most beautiful I’ve ever seen, maybe even more beautiful than his brother, Lord Dracula. I look shamelessly at the bump in his trousers, his cock that is now satiated with Juliet Jochs. The I-wish-it-were-me kind of jealousy grabs my throat, but I’m used to it by now.

  “Victoria Dunham and all those women floating around her like flies around shit, they all once craved you like I do. Juliet also craved you.” I’m determined to hurt him with my next words. “But what you did to her five years ago killed her feelings for you. No woman can love a man who traded her for another, Radek, not truly. Deep down, she’ll always harbor resentment. You planted the seed of hatred in her heart and, to be honest, from what I saw yesterday at the Opera House, she despises you.”

  His cheek twitches, betraying that it hurts. I grin, half-satisfied.

  “If she sleeps with you, it’s only to attain some goal. She only does it because she wants something from you.”

  Recognition crosses his face. So I struck a cord. Good.

  “It’s true, isn’t it? You offered her something, otherwise she wouldn’t even have let you touch her.”

  He doesn’t answer. I just nod. “Okay....”

  Then, taking a deep breath, “Dozens of people saw the two of you almost fucking at the club. Luckily for you, I have a solution. But make sure there is no next time. If Dracula realizes that you still have a weakness for this woman, he won’t hesitate to use it against you, sooner or later. Better give him time to place his focus on something else.”

  I turn around and leave for my room, unable to bear his beauty anymore, knowing it will never be mine. I have to try and forget the Prince of Midnight. Unlike Victoria, who even now still hopes she’ll get him back, I know I’ll never be Juliet Jochs.

  I’ve wanted him badly, yes, for years, I acted in all ways possible to get him. I cried and saw fortune tellers. By now I’ve suffered so much that it doesn’t even hurt anymore. Luckily, I found a way to cope with it all.

  I think back to my happy place—the taste of Lazarus Raica’s blood; the tastiest blood I ever had, the blood that cast me in a frenzy that I almost killed him. I think back to the way his warm body quivered under me, my fangs sunken to the gums inside his carotid. He was dying, leaking his life into my mouth, his blood flowing over my tongue.

  Now he’s a vampire, one that carries my venom. I wonder if his blood would still appeal to me....

  Radek

  I LEFT JULIET AT HOME only an hour ago, but I still can’t stomp to my hotel room fast enough to see
her again. She asked me for time to tell Lazarus about our plans. Whether she’ll accept an affair with me, I don’t know. By how she gave herself to me tonight I think she might still have feelings for me, but it could be just extreme chemistry. We always had that. What if Irina is right and, deep down, Juliet despises me?

  Disheveled in my hotel room, shirt open, eyes red-rimmed and burning with the question of does-she, doesn’t-she, I slap my hands on the wall on each side of the mirror. Its pane ripples wildly until it clears to the sight of her untangling her bun in the mirror, preparing for bed.

  Her makeup is still smudged from our crazy love-making. She would normally be preparing for a bath, but this time she just tucks herself in bed, bracing herself—because she wants to keep the smell of me on her body?

  By all demons, she’s mine. I can’t help but intrude on her privacy and I’m not even sorry. I can’t be away from her for another day, the thought alone hurts.

  CHAPTER VI

  Juliet

  What wakes me up in the morning is my bedroom door being slammed against the wall. I sit up groggily, rubbing the back of my head, my eyes squinted against the light as someone pulls open the curtains.

  “What the hell?” I’m not quite awake yet, but I know that today is Sunday, the only day when nobody in this house needs to be up for work.

  Something thick drops on my duvet.

  “Juliet Jochs from the European Hellhound, porn show in the club with the Carpathian Prince.” It’s Lazarus’ voice, angry and full of reproof.

  I rub my eyes and open them to his face that’s now conspicuously white, like chalk, because he’s wearing his special cream against the sunlight, as well as sunglasses. He doesn’t usually need these solutions in Berlin because it’s usually gloomy and rainy, so today must be brighter than most days.

  I pick up the thick journal from the duvet. “Couldn’t you have just showed me all this online?”

  “This shit, Juliet,” he says angrily, pointing to the journal I’m now leafing through, “is all over national press. The first thing you do tomorrow will have to be writing an official statement on it, because you’re losing credibility quickly and dangerously.” He pauses, pondering. “You are gaining a lot of followers online though, like some new and shiny Kardashian, but I guess that’s not your dream in life, is it? Because if it is, this is the time to start your own YouTube channel. Expect quite a flood of dick pics, too.”