Page 66 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

“More!” Bianca cried out.

He succumbed to her order and sucked the little bundle of sensitive flesh between his lips and tugged. A spear of energy bolted through her core, robbing her of her breath. Panting, she praised him, “Yes, yes, that’s good.”

And as if he understood what she wanted, he tugged harder. At the same time, he drove a thick finger into her channel. She jolted at the intensity—no, two fingers. He’d driven two fingers into her, stretching her tight channel.

Her heart beat frantically as he sucked at her pearl then lapped his tongue over it in a rapid rhythm. His fingers took on the same rhythm, pumping into her, and she couldn’t hold on any longer.

She felt the waves before they hit her, felt her orgasm approach with a deep rumble and let herself fall. Like a massive ocean current, the sensations drowned her and swept her away until all she felt was the gentle soothing warmth of her lover’s tongue as it continued to tease aftershocks from her exhausted body.

It seemed to take ages until he finally lifted his head from her sex and allowed the air to cool her skin.

“You taste delicious.”

The deep voice was close and didn’t sound like it was part of her dream. Bianca’s body tensed as her eyes flew open. It took several seconds for her vision to adjust to the dark of the room. She was still in her mother’s old bedroom, but she was not alone.

A man—a naked man—rose from between her legs. His dark hair was disheveled as if somebody had run their hands through it one too many times. His lips glistened with moisture, and his eyes gleamed with arousal.

Her dream lover was real. She had allowed a complete stranger—a man who’d broken into her house—to make love to her!

Bianca looked down at herself and noticed that the little purple robe she’d worn to bed because she’d neglected to pack a nightgown in her haste, was open in the front and her entire body was exposed to the stranger, who still looked at her. His dark eyes were hypnotizing.

“Good, you’re awake now. Let’s fuck.”

His blunt words pulled her out of her momentary trance. She jerked away from him, her back meeting the bed’s headboard while she snatched a pillow and pressed it against her front, covering her breasts and her exposed sex, unable to press her thighs together since his hands were still gripping them.

“Who are you?” Bianca cried, her eyes darting to each side of the bed, trying to see if there was anything she could use as a weapon against him.

The stranger sat up, revealing more of his naked body—more than she really wanted to see. Her eyes strayed to his midsection, then dipped lower to where his erection made an unmistakable statement. He’d come to rape her!

“Lorenzo, of course. Who else?” There was a hint of confusion in his tone.

Should she know somebody of the name of Lorenzo? For a second, she searched her memory, but nothing transpired.

“I’m sorry I made you wait,” he continued.

“Wait?” Now confusion spread in her mind. What had happened? Had she blacked out? Had she made an appointment with somebody she’d met on her travels? No. She was sure that all she’d done was speak to the solicitor, then come to the house to find the treasure. She hadn’t met anybody. And surely, if she’d met this utterly handsome man before, she would remember.

Bianca shivered slightly. Yes, this stranger was handsome. Devastatingly so. Not only were his dark eyes mesmerizing, his lips which were still wet with her juices, were utterly kissable. His dark mane of thick hair had felt soft like silk, and when she looked at his chiseled body, she could only shudder.

“Yes, I’m afraid I got delayed. Had I known that Dante and Nico had hired you for me, I would have been here earlier.” His fingers stroked higher on her thigh, and Bianca pulled back, trying to shake off his hand. “But I’m here now, and I’m going to make it up to you.”

“Hired me?” A dreadful suspicion crept up her belly. “You think I’m a whore?” Was that what everybody thought of her? Was it written in her face what she’d done all these years? Could everybody tell?

“If you would like to call it something else, by all means,” he mumbled apologetically. “Maybe you’re one of Dante’s and Nico’s friends?”

“Who are Dante and Nico?”

Lorenzo let out a breath, almost as if he was tired of having to explain something to her for the hundredth time. “My friends. The ones who gave you to me as a housewarming present.”

Shock coursed through her. “Housewarming present?” Her voice sounded shrill in her own head. “I’m no housewarming present!”

Tears threatened to come to the surface. Somebody was playing a cruel joke on her. “Get out of my house, Signore! Now, before I call the carabinieri!”

“Your house? Signora, this is my house. So, if anybody is leaving, it will be you.”

For a second, Biana only stared at him. But the wheels in her brain were churning. It struck her out of nowhere: this was the man who’d bought her father’s house! He was the new owner, and he’d arrived earlier than anticipated.

Now she was truly in trouble. If he was already moving in, how would she be able to continue her search for the treasure? She felt her blood drain from her face as nausea threatened to overwhelm her. She had to think fast. The only thing she could do was to try and bluff her way through this. But she wouldn’t leave this house before she had found what she’d come for. No matter the cost.