Bitten: A Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance Read Online Free Page B
Author: Michelle Fox, Kim Faulks
smell of Nova.
They all looked the same. They all tasted the same—I glanced to the bolted door at the sound of an engine roaring—except for her.
Nova Flynn was definitely not the same.
I turned and left behind the woman’s fear and the thrashing of her heart—but I could never leave behind the monster I’d become—not now—not ever.
* * *
R aymond Burrow smiled . “I’m sorry you’ve come all this way for nothing.”
I stared across the table at one of the richest men in this county and smiled. “No need to be, as always I enjoy the two-hour drive out here to see you.”
The flinch was barely detectable—but I detected it. Raymond Burrow touched the corners of his mouth with a starched white napkin and cast it aside, like he did with most things—and like he was trying to do with me. Although, unlike the scrap of fabric, I wasn’t so easily discarded.
The five men behind me took turns to draw my attention to their close proximity, and the array of semi-automatics hung around their necks. I could hear them fidgeting, shifting from one foot to the next and adjusting the straps on their AK-47’s.
I paid them no mind, my focus was on one thing. Money. “Rurik is not—”
Burrow stopped me with a wave of his hand. “Don’t waste my time with threats. It’s a waste of time. I don’t need Mr. Rurik’s services any longer and I’ve no intention of making good on our deal.”
A maid entered the room from my right and skirted the table. She moved with barely a sound, collecting Burrow’s plate and utensils. His gaze drifted over her back as she bent in front of him—then turned to peruse the swell of her ass under her mid-thigh black skirt.
I focused on the scattered crumbs glistening against the walnut table and waited for her to leave. “Must I explain the definition of a contract, Burrow? I assumed the big bad vamp you signed the deal with spelled out non-negotiable . Maybe I was wrong about you—maybe you are as simple as you are greedy.”
His gaze cut to the over-muscled mercenary at my side. He moved fast… for a human. I gripped my fist and waited for the crack of the butt against my head. The impact scattered my thought… just one simple thought. But it came back to me just as quick.
I whipped my head to the side and stared at the pumped-up jock. “Thank you. I’d forgotten how much I hated the sight of guns.”
I had the paid-by-the-hour thug by the neck before he registered I’d moved. “I seem to recall being shot once, ruined a good suit. Come to think of it, I was shot by someone suspiciously like you—were you in Istanbul in eighteen ten?”
The imbecile’s eyes widened. His mouth gaped, but the choked hiss wasn’t the answer I was looking for. I clenched my fist, and even when his bones cracked and shattered, I still hadn’t finished. Muscle turned to pulp, blood bulged like an overfilled balloon, until with a pop it burst.
His skin tore. The tiny slit widened in a sickening sound like shredding wet paper filled the air. His body crumpled to the ground, taken by the sheer weight of his over-muscled torso. His head sat on the top of my fist like one of those bobbing toys humans liked so much. I gave it a bit of shake, but there was no spring, no bounce. The thing just wobbled on the top of my fist, then fell.
The remnants hit the floor with a splat, spinal fluid and blood mingled together like the draw-back of a syringe. I shifted my boots. “That shit stains the leather.”
The pathetic cry across table gathered no speed. Instead Burrows shot to his stubbly little feet and wobbled. Humpty Dumpty came to mind—I smiled and lifted my finger to my lips, drawing the remnants of the dead thug’s blood into my mouth.
Chunks of his mid-day meal flew from Burrow’s mouth, splattering the lovely sheen of the table. Bits of lettuce, and what I thought was chicken, hit the floor with a plop as I turned my focus toward the pathetic piece of shit.
“You may play by
They all looked the same. They all tasted the same—I glanced to the bolted door at the sound of an engine roaring—except for her.
Nova Flynn was definitely not the same.
I turned and left behind the woman’s fear and the thrashing of her heart—but I could never leave behind the monster I’d become—not now—not ever.
* * *
R aymond Burrow smiled . “I’m sorry you’ve come all this way for nothing.”
I stared across the table at one of the richest men in this county and smiled. “No need to be, as always I enjoy the two-hour drive out here to see you.”
The flinch was barely detectable—but I detected it. Raymond Burrow touched the corners of his mouth with a starched white napkin and cast it aside, like he did with most things—and like he was trying to do with me. Although, unlike the scrap of fabric, I wasn’t so easily discarded.
The five men behind me took turns to draw my attention to their close proximity, and the array of semi-automatics hung around their necks. I could hear them fidgeting, shifting from one foot to the next and adjusting the straps on their AK-47’s.
I paid them no mind, my focus was on one thing. Money. “Rurik is not—”
Burrow stopped me with a wave of his hand. “Don’t waste my time with threats. It’s a waste of time. I don’t need Mr. Rurik’s services any longer and I’ve no intention of making good on our deal.”
A maid entered the room from my right and skirted the table. She moved with barely a sound, collecting Burrow’s plate and utensils. His gaze drifted over her back as she bent in front of him—then turned to peruse the swell of her ass under her mid-thigh black skirt.
I focused on the scattered crumbs glistening against the walnut table and waited for her to leave. “Must I explain the definition of a contract, Burrow? I assumed the big bad vamp you signed the deal with spelled out non-negotiable . Maybe I was wrong about you—maybe you are as simple as you are greedy.”
His gaze cut to the over-muscled mercenary at my side. He moved fast… for a human. I gripped my fist and waited for the crack of the butt against my head. The impact scattered my thought… just one simple thought. But it came back to me just as quick.
I whipped my head to the side and stared at the pumped-up jock. “Thank you. I’d forgotten how much I hated the sight of guns.”
I had the paid-by-the-hour thug by the neck before he registered I’d moved. “I seem to recall being shot once, ruined a good suit. Come to think of it, I was shot by someone suspiciously like you—were you in Istanbul in eighteen ten?”
The imbecile’s eyes widened. His mouth gaped, but the choked hiss wasn’t the answer I was looking for. I clenched my fist, and even when his bones cracked and shattered, I still hadn’t finished. Muscle turned to pulp, blood bulged like an overfilled balloon, until with a pop it burst.
His skin tore. The tiny slit widened in a sickening sound like shredding wet paper filled the air. His body crumpled to the ground, taken by the sheer weight of his over-muscled torso. His head sat on the top of my fist like one of those bobbing toys humans liked so much. I gave it a bit of shake, but there was no spring, no bounce. The thing just wobbled on the top of my fist, then fell.
The remnants hit the floor with a splat, spinal fluid and blood mingled together like the draw-back of a syringe. I shifted my boots. “That shit stains the leather.”
The pathetic cry across table gathered no speed. Instead Burrows shot to his stubbly little feet and wobbled. Humpty Dumpty came to mind—I smiled and lifted my finger to my lips, drawing the remnants of the dead thug’s blood into my mouth.
Chunks of his mid-day meal flew from Burrow’s mouth, splattering the lovely sheen of the table. Bits of lettuce, and what I thought was chicken, hit the floor with a plop as I turned my focus toward the pathetic piece of shit.
“You may play by
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