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

and inky shadows.
    One of her feet found the dashboard while the other lodged against the back of his seat, bracing for an impact she knew was coming.
    Again he crooked his fingers and rain his blunted nails over her thighs, this time ripping her nylons without a second thought, scoring her flesh, and her arms, already shaking, gave out. Her head hit the window of the car with a thud as his hand found her panties and slipped them aside.
    His cold fingers met the immense heat of her pussy with a strong, sure caress, probing and curling in her hot folds. Chloe gripped the steering wheel as her body responded to him, fire rising up to meet his ice. In the dark, his eyes glittered down at her, a predator's gaze, watching her intently as he slowly parted the folds of her labia and dipped an icy finger inside.
    Chloe cried out, her hips bucking into his hand. “Ah!”
    “Yessssss,” he hissed, his other hand sliding up her body to her breasts. She thought he might stop there, might linger on her softness, but instead his hand traveled higher, to her breastbone. The chill of him seeped through her clothing, and she gasped.
    His head tilted, his heated eyes studying her as if he were distant from the proceedings, engaging with her out of purely scientific curiosity. He wasn't, though. He wasn't nearly as detached as he tried to let on: she heard his ragged breathing riding in tandem to her own.
    “Would you like to come, Chloe?”
    His voice dragged her attention to his mouth. His words were obscured, and she caught the gleam of fangs against his lips.
    “I, ah...” She couldn't form a cogent thought. Yes , she wanted to scream. Yes, please! But underneath it all she knew it was madness. She was under the influence, drugged into complacency and stoked into incoherence. The vampire was a dark figure above her, a vicious creature who could end her life without a second thought—and he probably would. If his glamour didn't work on her, what would he do to ensure his tracks were covered?
    He didn't give her time to think about it, because he placed his thumb on her clit and flicked it with his thumbnail.
    Chloe shrieked and tried to sit up, to writhe away from the intensity of his thumb against her hypersensitive nub, but the hand on her heart held her fast, kept her anchored against the car door. Not enough to hurt her, oh no, but if she tried to surge up too far, struggled a little too much, his hand held her down like an anvil.
    He was an immovable object, restraining her with the barest of touches, and between her legs his hand played, dancing and flicking, thrusting into her hot, wet core and dragging pleasure out of it.
    “Oh... god...”
    Her eyes rolled, her head tossed, and when his hand moved up to her throat, Chloe groaned.
    The vampire held her immobile as he stroked her pussy. “You smell divine,” he said conversationally as she thrashed below him. “Your sex is soaking wet. The blood beneath your skin is hot and sweet. I want to devour you whole.”
    His fingers, embraced by her core, began to warm, responding to her heat and desire. Flames of need flickered up and down her body, igniting and catching in places she hardly knew existed. The vampire watched her with glittering eyes, his breathing ragged and tattered.
    Release came upon her suddenly and without warning. The iron-cold hand around her throat held her fast as streaks of lightning bolted through her veins, her pussy quivering and clenching around his hand. Pushing hard against the dashboard and the seat with her feet, Chloe's back arched like a bow drawing taut. Her fingers clawed at the seat and steering wheel, groping for something, anything to hold on to as his fingers plunged and circled inside her core, intensifying her orgasm to the point where she thought she might explode if she didn't somehow hold herself together. Straining, caught in throes so intense she thought she might pass out, Chloe arched and quivered, struggling against the hand at