Page 9 of From Russia With Blood

Even my nemesis, Jackson, is tearing his room apart, looking for bugs and cameras he’ll never find. A small kernel of what I can only assume is glee wells up from my dead heart. I’ve been watching him from the moment he stepped foot on my ship. His interactions with the blonde did not go unnoticed.

Switching cameras, I zero in on Katrina, a smirk lifting my lips as she starts to undress. She sheds her clothes with an abandon that only comes with thinking no one else can see you. I unzip my pants and palm my erection as her fingers work at the clasp of her bra.

With the room I put her in, I have an unobstructed view of any angle I choose. Nothing she does will be hidden from my gaze. Groaning softly, I grip my cock and jerk upward, my eyes never leaving the screen as her bra slides off of her creamy skin.

“I guess you found your new toy.”

A flash of irritation zips through my body, and I growl at the intruder. “Jealousy doesn’t become you, Molodoy.” She ignores the bite of warning in my tone and sashays her way over, hips rolling in a decadent dance. Her thick perfume fills the air, an attempt to entice, I’m sure. But nothing about her holds any sway. Not anymore. As with all the humans I sire, they tend to grate on me rather quickly.

“Not jealousy, Vladelets. More like curiosity. You did tire of me so soon; I just want to see the woman to take my place.” She hunches down and squints at the screen. “A little thin for your tastes, isn’t she?”

A soft growl laces the air, filling the cabin with a palpable menace. “Take care, Molodoy. I could tire of you permanently.”

Smirking, she perches herself on the edge of my desk before tossing her raven curls over her shoulder. “Let me guess, virgin ingenue, you can’t wait to defile?”

With a smug smile of my own, I turn the screen back over to Jackson’s room. Her eyes widen, and she hisses as she springs back, almost as if she’d been burnt. “He’s taken an interest in her.”

“What the fuck is he doing here.”

“Language. I can and will still punish you. Make no mistake about that.”

Her eyes take on a gleam as she trails her fingers down the front of her dress. “Oh, I’m sure you could. I would love to be back under your firm tutelage.”

Disgust roils through me as she angles her body for maximum enticement. To think I misjudged her when she caught my interest those few years ago. Not that there’s anything wrong with a Domme or even a switch, but she cloaked herself in a false submission. Once I took her into my fold, her true colors began to emerge.

“Don’t you have some humans to pretty up for tonight?” The pout on her lips is almost comical as she does her best to give me an innocent, doe-eye look. I know the depths of her soul, and not one inch of her is innocent. “Oh, and am I correct in assuming you want to make our dear Mr. Jackson at home on this ship?”

Her fangs descend as she nods her assent. “Do I finally get to kill him?”

“No, Molodoy. You do not. You have my permission to do whatever you wish except kill him or turn him.” The pout is back, but this time the hardened edge of hatred glitters from their depths. I’ve never been one to enjoy infanticide, but if she gives me no choice, it will be me over her. It will always be me.

Sliding up from my chair, I eat up the distance she hurriedly puts between us, pulling my pants back up as I stalk her. Her eyes widen as her back slams into the wall. No way out. Violence swirls beneath my skin as I extend my arm and grab her throat in an implacable grip. This won’t harm her, hell, it probably won’t even scare her, but she needs to know I’m not the man to be trifled with.

I pin her in place before reaching into my coat pocket. The smooth wood hums as my fingers caress it - one of a few items that can actually spell our death. In a gliding pull, bring out the rosewood stake and hold the tip against her solar plexus. She doesn’t need to breathe, but the part of her that hasn’t fully let go of what it means to be human demands air.

Her fingers claw at my hand as I press the tip even further against her, driving just the tip of the sharp point into the malleable flesh. I still remember my turning like it was yesterday. I too thought like a human for at least a decade or so afterward. With her still being such a new vampire, it stands to reason that she thinks her life is about to end. That’s just how I want it to be.

Maybe I’ll kill her before she comes to terms with what it means to be a god. If I can’t bring her to heel now, I sure as hell will have the devil of a time later. Dropping my hand, I let the wood leave her body. No doubt she could still feel the invasion like a live wire, snapping and popping over what synapses are still able to feel. It’s good for her to feel the agony of death and to know that I can deliver it without hesitation.

“Know your place, Molodoy. Go get your pets ready. We need to make a good impression tonight, da?” I loosen my grip on her throat, and she falls to the floor, sucking in air as if it was so close to being gone forever. Children. Always so terrified of death. When will they ever learn that they are death?

Body trembling, she leaves my room, giving me a moment’s peace. Having her in my grip like that, so near dying by my stake, sends a thrill through my body. I turn the screen back to Katrina, who’s unfortunately clothed. Yet one more mark against my child. No matter. The form-fitting schoolgirl shirt she’s wearing leaves very little to my imagination.

My cock throbs as I pull it back out of my pants. I adjust the camera so her breasts fill the screen. Soon her pale skin will be tainted red with her blood. The thought alone nearly makes me come, but I hold off, stroking myself as I watch her. I want the first time to be inside her hot, little body. Then, and only then, will I allow myself the pleasure of release.

* * *

Katrina

The person staring back at me in the mirror is someone I would have recognized a few years ago - before Chet - someone who lurked at various clubs, looking for my Dom in glistening leather.

I played on occasion, but there was never a love connection. Nothing ever felt right. With Chet, everything was there. The passion was off the charts. That is until his quest to become a congressman took a serious turn.

Gone were the hot, stolen kisses, the finger bangs in the movie theater. Instead, it was like I was dating a robot. Everything was wooden, mechanical. If I believed in horror movies, I’d think he was a pod person. Nights together became less frequent, and his touch even more so.

He was never a dominant to me, but he was a commanding presence that scratched the itch, at least a little bit. I don’t even know why I begged for him to choke me. I guess I just got tired of the lackluster life things were shaping up to be.

“If you don’t get spanked tonight, I’m for sure doing the honors.” Lizzy’s voice cuts into my depressing thoughts, bringing a smile to my lips.