Dead Man's Curves (BBW Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance) [KOBO ED] Read Online Free Page A

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    The vampire was silent, and when she stole a look at him from the corner of her eye she saw, in the dim light from the dashboard, that his rock-hard jaw pulsed with his clenching teeth.
    That was probably a sore spot. Perhaps she should tread lightly.
    Too bad I'm not built for treading lightly, Chloe thought, but she shut up anyway.
    They drove the next ten minutes in silence, and when Chloe finally pulled into the Walmart parking lot she was feeling woozy with tension and bloodloss. Maybe she could grab some apple juice and some crackers or something...
    She looked over at the vampire and tried to think through the wooziness. He sat in her car staring at the huge megastore out of her car window. He was turned away from her so she couldn't see his face, but if the set of his shoulders was any indication he was feeling no small measure of trepidation. He was also more naked than before. His clothes hung from him in ribbons.
    Chloe rallied her braincells. “Um,” she said. “Do you have any money?”
    He turned and looked at her, his eyes lost in shadow. “No. You will be buying my clothes.”
    She scowled at him. “I don't think so,” she said. “I don't have a lot of money.”
    “Nevertheless, you will purchase clothing for me.”
    “Excuse me, I just said I wouldn't.”
    They stared at each other in the dark.
    “Chloe,” he said finally, speaking slowly and distinctly as if she were deaf, “you will procure clothing for me. You will do it now .”
    Irritation flared. “I just said I wasn't going to, dammit. If you don't have another plan... oh .” Realization dawned as he went that curious corpse-stillness that she was starting to recognize as surprise. “Oh, you were trying to glamour me.”
    “Yes,” he said. He did not sound happy. “It did not work. Obviously.”
    Interesting. “Am I immune?” she asked eagerly. Another point of data she could file away.
    “No one is immune,” the vampire said, but he sounded unsure.
    Chloe, for her part, thrilled with glee at the thought. I'm special! Take that, James and Jenny, you jerks. “Ooooh, this is an interesting twist of events,” she said, unable to help herself. “Am I now the mysterious heroine of our story, no longer the hapless vampire victim, unable to resist the charms of a bloodsucking monster from beyond the grave?”
    “I beg your pardon,” the vampire said stiffly. “I take issue with that characterization. And you are still unable to resist my charms.”
    And to prove his point, he flowed across the space between them and kissed her.
    Chloe didn't realize what was happening fast enough to escape, and, well, there was the issue that she probably didn't really want to escape. When his ice cold lips landed on hers, she inhaled sharply, but didn't have the presence of mind to pull away.
    Her eyes slipped closed. Chill invaded her, but it was a strange sort of cold, the kind that burned as well as numbed. His hands had fastened in her hair, holding her in a firm, unyielding grip, and as his lips worked against hers the same sweet euphoria of his bite began to invade her body.
    Any thoughts she may have had of escaping dissipated with the sensation of his kiss. His mouth was commanding, dominant, but instead of just taking what he wanted, as he had in the library, he teased and coaxed her lips with his, slowly persuading them to open before him. When they did, his tongue, cool and strong, slipped between her teeth and brushed against hers, a light, sweet question.
    Let me in?
    Oh , Chloe thought, yes, please.
    His tongue in her mouth was like nothing she had ever known before. It didn't feel like an invading body; it felt like it belonged there. The stroke of his tongue against her own was insistent but gentle, and she caught a whiff of something metallic. He tasted of blood and wine and fresh-turned earth. Logic flew out the window as she reached out and found his rock-hard body in the dark cramped car. Her fingers curled through his