The Love of Vincenzo: Paranormal Erotic Romance (Anam Céile Chronicles) Read Online Free Page A

more than one partner for their
debut performance!  She always tries to break them in easy.  What is she trying
to do?  Scare her off? 
    Still, why ever would she want to do a thing such as
that?  Giuliana is the most attractive female to step foot in this joint in a
long time.  Not to mention how she exudes purity.  Those bloodsuckers are sure
to love that!  Not that I want to think of her like that…
    Before I knew it, I heard her
name being announced along with the others.  My stomach knotted.
    What should I do?  Can I
watch her as this, to experience the torment of seeing not only another man
have her rather than me, but two?  I just do not know.  However, to not watch,
I believe, to be left to wonder what is happening, how she fares, will only
torment me just as much, perhaps more. 
    Taking another deep breath, I
braced myself as I made my way to the side area of the stage. 
    Not yet having made her
entrance, Giuliana stood at the other side of the stage.  At once, I felt my
own body responding as my eyes took her in, every bit of her, as I beheld her
in full nudity for the first time.  She was even more exquisite than I could
ever have imagined.  Her form sleek, enveloped by flawless caramel skin, the
delicate bronze fluff which graced her pubis, her hips slightly curved leading
upwards to a slender waist and soft belly.  My eyes travelling up her beautiful
body, my organ leapt for want of her.  I desired to nestle into the soft
roundness of her breasts with their slightly darker centres, the beauty of the
line of her slender neck which led to the most beautiful part of her— her
divine face featuring full kissable lips and wide expressive, emerald eyes.
    If I was not mistaken, she appeared
as though she were talking herself into it.  Part of me hoped she would indeed
talk herself out of it.  But then, the male part of me would have been somewhat
disappointed for the missed prospect of seeing her in all her carnal glory. 
For this, I felt ashamed, and yet at the same time excited. 
    God, I sicken myself!  A
scoundrel such as me would have no business with a sweet thing like her.
    Finally impelling her legs to
move, Giuliana ambled out onto the stage, seeming starkly aware of her
nakedness.  I had the sense that she was working hard to block out the audience
filled with Vampires for whom she would perform.  However selfish it may have
been, to my mind, she performed only for me.
    Pulling me from my trance,
the tall blonde female, Inga, along with my good friend, the tall and lean boyish-faced
Sven pushed past me to enter the stage.  They were followed a second later by
the hulking Maximo, his intimidating mass only highlighted by his thick, dark
wavy hair and coarse beard. 
    My gut twisted in repulsion
at the thought of him near her.
    My eyes flashed back to
Giuliana.  Her face instantly became alarmed, her eyes even wider than usual as
she took in the bulging muscles and imposing form of her soon to be sexual
partner. Then I saw her eyes drop to his groin and she gasped, her hand flying
to cover her gaping mouth as she regarded the size of his penis. 
    The worst part was that he
was still flaccid.
    I saw her shudder and my own
stomach filled with nervousness. 
    Desperately, I wished for a
way to stop this, despising the thought of him with her. 
     
    Just then, the corners of Maximo’s
mouth turned up into a wicked grin.  I knew well how he loved the shocking
effect he had on others, particularly the new females.  Knowing how different
Giuliana was from most other females who debuted here at the club, she would be
an especially tempting trophy for him, with her innocence and delicate body.  She
had rewarded him with precisely the reaction he valued.
    For a moment there, I half
expected Giuliana to turn and dart from the stage, never to return to this
place.  But then her face changed somehow, as though she was considering his size
from a differing perspective.  Perhaps a lust