Excerpt from
Night Waitress
Vampire Erotica
A Victim
and his Unwilling Succubus...
"Oh, no you
don't," he chuckled, "the fun is just
starting." He pulled and I slid across the
carpet on my hands and one knee. I hissed, barely
stopped myself from baring my fangs. The son of
a bitch was stronger and faster than I had anticipated.
I was expertly flipped
over then his full weight crashed down on top of me,
his chest slamming down across my breasts. It should
have knocked the wind from me; it pissed me off instead.
I worked to buck him off again, but he was prepared
for that move. I lunged to bite him but he lurched
out of the way. Breathing hard, he caught one hand
above my head. I heard the rattle of the cuff closing
over one wrist.
"Bastard!"
I swore, swinging my free fist at his head.
"Bitch!"
he snapped back, ducking my fist. Then he had my other
wrist. The cuffs rattled again.
"What the fuck
are you doing Bruce?" I asked with a snarl. I
was fairly sure I could break the chain of the cuffs
to free myself, but wearing them still pissed me off.
"Ensuring my
personal safety," he grinned. He rolled to his
feet then hauled me up by the wrists. "You're
a lot stronger than you look." He panted briefly.
"The better to
hold you with my dear," I practically snarled.
I could smell his arousal. The stupid bastard was
getting turned-on by my resistance.
"Are you a Goth
chick?" he asked out of the blue. "I like
the fangs," he continued. "But they look
sharp and like permanent implants."
