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Capítulo 12: Chapter 12

"What on earth are you doing?" Blanca finally out of his trance, murmured and raised an eyebrow.

"Trying to heal you?"

"Heal me by removing my robe? Do I look like I was born yesterday?" She went into a panicked mood, but she felt wonderful unexpectedly. It was like someone whispered to her not to panic and be calm about him this close. Why wasn't she screaming anyway? This man was a stranger, right? Why does it feel like the opposite? She felt rather comfortable and so safe?

"Feel, alright now?" Dimitri asked.

Oddly enough, she did, the discomfort and exhaustion vanished like it was never there.

"Little one, I'm not going to hurt you. But why did you go there? Those alleys were dangerous."

"Well,"

"What is your name again?"

"I-I'm Blanca, and for your information, I-I didn't mean to go there, OK? I was running late."

"Late to what?"

"School!"

"Oh! So you are one of the university students?" He whispered in her ear that it made her shiver.

"Yes." She moaned. Oh God, what was happening to her? Why was she not scared? And why was she enjoying whatever the man was doing to her?

Giving her a light nip, he taunted, "Then never go to that alley again, little mouse. You're such a nuisance."

Blanca gripped her robe. It was that or grip the man who was torturing her with those tiny, relentless kisses.

"I am no mouse."

"Oh yes, you are… but no, you are quite right. You are more than that…" He pulled back to study her flushed expression, his fingers tugging at the small lasso of her robe to reveal nothing beneath. "You, little mouse, are far more in trouble."

Blanca was oblivious to the taunt. Simply surprising even to her. She was alone in a room with a mysterious man. She was almost half-naked, and while her mind was telling her to be frightened, her body was shuddering as if she were wracked with excitement.

For the first time in her life, she was being seduced by a man, the famous Dimitri Norton. Her friends wouldn't believe her. That was for sure, not to mention that she was powerless against the surging flow of passion and warm desire coming from this man.

"What are you doing to me? I need to go to the um-library."

"You fear that your absence at school might be noted? That you might have to rescue your homework only to sacrifice your own needs and desires?"

"There is no one to notice if I am missing or not... I mean in the um-library."

Something dark and potent swirled in her dark eyes. "Risky words, little one," he muttered.

Blanca gave a strangled whimper as her robe fluttered to the ground and he reached to pluck the white towel from her head and kissed her nape.

"What are you…" she moaned, "Stop that… please…"

He rasped as her hair tumbled down her back, his fingers running a restless path through the thick, dark, and silky strands.

"Such raven beautiful hair when it is not hidden under that ugly towel. Like a color of the freshly spun dark sky." He pulled on her curls, drawing her head backwards so he could bury his face in the curve of her neck. "You smell of sweet lilac and strawberries. But what do you taste like, little one?"

"Oh, hell," she whimpered as he once again draped his arms around her and she felt her robe being yanked off her body, followed swiftly by her thin moan of protest. In the blink of an eye, she was wearing nothing more than her pink-flappy little pony house sandal.

"You should not have gone to that alley, Blanca. I had another plan and who was to be my willing sacrifice, so anxious to feed my desires. But you have interfered with my night entertainment and now you must compensate for my loss."

"No." Her hands lifted to push against his chest. Or at least she planned to shove him. It was not her mistake if they slipped beneath his jacket to stroke the fine linen of his shirt. "Please let me go, or…"

He nuzzled down her collarbone and over the swell of her breasts. "Or what, my gorgeous little angel?"

Hell yes, she could not think past the powerful delight that was whirling and glinting through her body. In truth, she didn't like to think past the pleasure. She wished to immerse herself in his touch, in his warmth, in the sensation of his lips suckling gently on her hard nipple, in the fresh ocean scent that made her knees shaky and her palms sweat. "I…I swear I will um-s-scream," she protested with a moan that made the man smirk.

He cackled at her ridiculous warning. He should as well take it slow. After all, she was tearing at his shirt to feel the flawlessly smooth skin beneath.

"I do not think you will scream, little one." With a soft motion, he lifted her off her feet and wrapped her legs around his waist. His deep ocean eyes smoldered with wicked pleasure. "Not unless it happens to be desirable, Blanca."

"Oh…" she breathed.

He hushed, one hand lifting to cup her face. "You are mine, Blanca. Mine alone. From this night forward, you will belong to me... only to me." He said as he stood there naked.

Naked? He was naked? When did it happen?

But she was a lost cost. Blanca sucked in a dumbfounded breath as she gazed at his teeth lengthening into fangs.

Oh my God. He was a… vampire! Dear Lord, he was going to... Wait… Do vampires really exist?

Hell! He did.

Nevertheless, her thoughts poured out as his head eased and she felt his fangs slide easily through her skin. Why was she not fighting it? Why was she letting the man do this to her? There was no pain. Nothing but a heady, near irresistible desire that made her writhe against him.

"Please…" she moaned, her fingers caressing through his dark raven hair as she implored him to put her out of her misery. She wanted something. Needed something.

"Please."

"Yes, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing her back against the wall as he placed her and then deliberately, carefully pressed his rigid shaft deep into her aching body. With a strangled moan, he rocked his hips upward, his fingers gripping her hips so tightly she realized he would leave bruises on her fragile skin.

But that was a concern for tomorrow.

Tonight, nothing mattered but the delightful onslaught that was Dimitri Norton's bestowing her. She moans relentlessly, begging for more as he thrusts harder and deeper.

*****

Present time

Holy fuck!

Blanca gaped at Dimitri, who excused himself and went to the mansion balcony for a breather.

Holy crap! Blanca couldn't even hide the surprise in her eyes now. Watching his retreating back, she hugged herself. What on earth was that?

She knew him, he knew her! And they made love... No! They fucked in the living room, five years ago, as if they were… "Oh, my bloody arse!"

And to make matters worse, he was a vampire?

How on earth did she not remember? And he was a freakin vampire?

She must be very tired to even think about it.

"Maybe I'm just hallucinating" and those memories of them making love was just... well... maybe it didn't happen. Maybe it was just a movie. Maybe it was just a movie Dimitri had watched and he was unknowingly projecting it onto her mind...

Hell! This was outrageous. Unbelievable!

She stood and left the living room, stomped her feet up the bloody stairs, and went to her room.

"Fuck! I must be very crazy. Vampires didn't even exist! Hell... this is stupid!" She grumbled under her breath and went to lie on the bed. Thinking about that night, the very intimate night.

Meanwhile, Dimitri didn't need to be a vampire to sense the anticipation that roared about Blanca's fresh, delicate body or to dispute that she was purposely luring him to her room for no other purpose than a bit of up-close-and-personal time. When he looked at her earlier, those primitive urges, memories were there, and he remembered them, and now he knew why he had forgotten them in the first place. It was the feral's bite... Their blood was poisonous, and when he bit Blanca, his saliva had their poison, which was the reason she had forgotten those memories as well.

He saw her back in her room and murmured something. Maybe because he left without her suddenly? How could he not? He almost wanted to taste her, right there and then. If he didn't escape her seductive allure, then all be damned indeed.

Not that he wouldn't mind the up-close part.

It had been close to five years since his body had reacted to a woman. Not since he had taken this woman's virtue, that night, in her own apartment living room.

Now he groaned with the effort not to reach out and touch that delicate, sweet satin skin again. To taste the delectable, fresh blood that flowed through her veins. To drown in its lilac smell.

As if suddenly sensing the hunger that raged through his body, he saw Blanca unlock her door and swiftly stepped over the threshold. And he was now standing at her door, contemplating if he should knock or not. After all, this was his mansion. He was the boss, right?

He knocked, of course.

Opening the door, Blanca raised her brows, "Yes? Forget something, Mr. Norton?"

Why was she furious? She looked mad.

Maybe he was supposed to excuse himself earlier, right? In a gentlemanly manner? Dimitri thought to himself as he smiled at the woman.

"Well,"

Turning to face him, she made a courageous endeavor to appear relaxed. "What do you want?"

An endeavor that was wrecked by the pulse fluttering like a butterfly on amphetamines at the base of her throat. Not to mention that she was clutching her white flappy pillow as if it held the answer to third-world problems.

Or maybe a wooden stake.

"Are you coming in?" she demanded, then she bit her bottom lip. "Oh, do you need an invitation?"

Why on earth was she inviting him into her room?


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